Semua Bab The CEO’s Unexpected Ties : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Isabella's POVI had been in my room, refusing to see anyone. I kept to myself, lying on my bed staring at the ceiling blankly. My hair was messy, and I did not care.My phone rang briefly taking me out of my sorrow. I ignored it, rolling to the other side of the bed not wanting to talk to anyone.It kept ringing, getting ob my nerves. It finally stopped only to ring some seconds later.I picked up my phone, angrily when Courtney's name came flashing on my screen with a message box.I flung the phone back onto the bed, choosing to ignore the message, but Cortney was never one to give up easily. My phone kept on buzzing, and I slowly reached for it."Courtney, can you calm the hell down," I murmured and opened the message."I am sick and tired of your whining," the message read. "I am coming to your house right now!"Another buzz followed with a message. "That's it. Since you aren't picking up, I am coming to you!"I rolled my eyes and lay back in bed. Just then, the sound of a car div

OLIVIA’S POVLex was on the bed with Victoria, my colleague and his secretary. Their clothes and pants were undone, and had bedsheets over them.Their eyes met mine. We just stared at each other, and I felt like I'd been hit in the gut."Olivia." Lex whispered, almost taunting. "Why are you here? Didn't I tell you not to come back?Victoria smiled wryly and pulled the cover up tighter around her. "Well, well, well. Look who's here. The poor, abandoned fiancée.""You're something, Victoria," I spat, my voice low and even. "I never would have pegged you as the type to screw over your friend’s fiancé." "Oh, Olivia. Don't play dumb. Do you really believe you're the first girl Lex has ever dated? He's been a player all his life."Lex just stood there watching. I turned to him. "Lex, say something. Tell her to stop." He shrugged, not caring. "What’s there to say? You’re overreacting." "Overreacting?" My voice shook. "You're sleeping with my friend, and it's nothing?" "This is all drama, Oli

“I don’t understand why we have to be in the same room with those vile creatures.” My father spat, his fingers pulling roughly at the tie around his neck.“Breathe Aros,” my mother’s soft voice filled the carriage, her hand rubbing soothing circles on his back.My heart pounded loudly in my chest, I hated moments like this, any wrong move I would be criticized by my parents. I watched quietly as my mother tried to comfort my aggravated father.My parents had gotten lost in their bubble, with my mother whispering soft soothing words to my father, my heart clenched, and the sight filled me with yearning, “I want a love like this.” I muttered softly to myself.“Almost there sir,” the driver said, bringing back the tense atmosphere in the carriage.“Blackwood pack” my father hissed, his face scrunched up in disgust like the name left a bitter taste on his tongue.“Aros, we will only make the needed appearance and leave.” My mother tried to bargain.“These creatures shouldn’t be allowed

DAMON'S POVI sat at the head of the conference table, listening to the presenter share his ideas. It didn't seem promising to me, and I started to get angry.“The estate would produce a good profit with the supposed budget because…” the man said, but I interrupted him.“You're implying this company feeds your idea of wasting money on some dead establishment,” I said, shocking everyone.“But, sir,” the man said defensively. “The estate will…” he continued, but I had just enough.“Bring nothing!” I retorted and he gulped.“How much do you earn every month?” I asked, looking at him.He swallowed and stammered. “T…ten thousand, sir.”I smiled and continued calmly. “Ten thousand. How would you like to be demoted?”“Um, I…I,” the man stammered.“I don't pay ten thousand to get a lousy work like this. This organization doesn't work on charity. Am I clear?” I asked, and he nodded.“Yes, sir,” he answered.“Good, I expect a better idea next time, or you all will be fired!” I said, looking at

Jordan's POV I furrowed my brows in confusion as the GPS says "Dan Mario." Dan Mario is a club and I looked again at the billboard. How the hell will my client ask me to meet him at a club? I sigh in frustration. This is a huge contract or else, I will never step my feet into a club. I make sure to lock my car door and keep the keys in my pocket. I clench and unclench my muscles as I walk towards the door. I walked inside the rowdy hall and searched for the "corner" my client said he was. A young lady in an exposed body hug walked toward me with a seductive smile. "Want some boobs?" She asked staring at her exposed cleavage and rubbing her nipples from the outside. She nauseated me. Everything about this club does. I wanted to shove her off my face, but ended up making a faint attempt on politeness by waving my head, before walking towards a secured area. The screams from the club are heightened when an artist goes on stage singing God knows what. The party lights blinded me as I