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The Cold Hearted CEO

The Cold Hearted CEO

"Have mercy, sir!" the secretary cried out. Slap! "Shut your f*cking mouth!" he shouted at her. "Ahhhh!" the woman screamed as her boss forced himself on her. He covered her mouth, leaving her helpless. Her muffled cries mixed with sobs as her heartless boss continued his assault. Her eyes widened in terror when she noticed a camera recording them. She broke down, crying even harder. Sarina rushed home and immediately took a shower. Afterward, she sat down to write her resignation letter to Cyborg Inc. "Are you home, child?" her father called out. "Yes, Dad, I'm just getting dressed," she quickly replied, tidying herself up. "I'm heading out now, Dad," she said, leaving the house without waiting for a response. On her way to the office, she sat in the taxi, staring at her resignation letter as tears threatened to fall. The closer she got to her workplace, the more her emotions overwhelmed her. Upon arriving, she took a deep breath before entering the building. People stared and whispered as she walked past, heading for the elevator. Even inside, she could hear murmurs but chose to ignore them. When the elevator doors opened, she stepped out, composed herself, and took another deep breath before entering her boss's office. As she walked in, the CEO's swivel chair turned to face her. She approached and handed over her resignation letter. Without a shred of emotion, Atashi Cyborg-the cold-hearted CEO of Cyborg Inc.-accepted it. Sabrina was shocked when Atashi tore the letter into pieces and scattered them across the floor. "Clean it up, Secretary Sabrina Mendez," he ordered coldly. "No, I'm resigning now," Sabrina said in a trembling voice. Atashi responded with a cruel ultimatum: "Choose one: A. I kill your father. B. I tell your father about our scandal or send it to his email. C. Stay as my secretary." Devastated, Sabrina broke down in tears and lowered her head. "I choose letter C," she whispered, defeated. Turning away, she went to her desk near Atashi's. "You're five minutes late today," Atashi remarked coldly, his words making her cry even more. "Heartless monster," Sabrina muttered under her breath.
Claiming The Rival CEO's Daughter

Claiming The Rival CEO's Daughter

Love is a rebel that never plays by the rules. It lives to defy all odds. ~ My name is Seraphina Sterling, and Alexander Harrington is my mortal enemy. His world and mine are all about money and contracts and power. Yet, when an unexpected turn of events collided us together, an unlikely friendship sparked between us, and despite my every instinct, I allowed that friendship to blossom into love. A forbidden love that all odds have sworn to ruin. To tear apart into shreds. Despite after finding out that he is the son of my father’s fiercest rival, the CEO of Glimmering Vision, I still loved him. And he still loved me too, despite knowing that I am the sharp-tongued daughter of the CEO of Radiant Treasures. But then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed when our secret relationship came into the limelight. When the truth was revealed to our parents, I was made by my father to vow an oath never to see Alexander again, but being the defiant daughter that I am, I broke my vow to unite with the love of my life. However, every disobedience has a consequence, and my father has sworn to keep me away from Alexander, even if it means I have to be pawned off in an arranged marriage to the son of his business partner, Derrick Montrell. Now, Derrick is falling in love with me. He is getting obsessed and infatuated with me, also vowing to do anything to win my heart. But my heart already belongs to someone else, and Alexander has sworn to be damned over his dead body if he ever allows any other man to claim me.
When Loyalty Turns to Greed

When Loyalty Turns to Greed

The promotion came with a dream office, a Seattle skyline view, and a salary that made my eyes water. But it also came with Mrs. Jenkins, my personal assistant of five years, and the difficult conversation I had to have with her. When I told her I was relocating and she' d have three months' severance, her warm smile froze. "A recommendation and severance won' t be enough, Sarah," she declared, her voice flat, demanding a lifetime pension or my multi-million dollar condo. I laughed, thinking it was a joke, but her dead-serious expression sent a chill down my spine. She then morphed into a full-blown manipulator, blaming me for "ruining" her life and threatening to spread rumors in our tight-knit community. The fight escalated from extortion to outright betrayal when her daughter, Emily, aided by a supposedly incarcerated ex-cop, illegally occupied my condo with a forged lease. The police, thanks to the corrupt officer' s connections, shockingly classified it as a civil matter. I felt outrage and disbelief that I was being targeted and dismissed, my property snatched by a family I had once trusted. The unsettling truth hit me when I saw the "jailed" ex-cop, Kevin, laughing with Mrs. Jenkins and Emily in front of a real estate office, overhearing their plot to forge documents and steal my condo outright. My rage turned to icy resolve; they had underestimated me. I immediately contacted the FBI' s Public Corruption Unit, armed with concrete proof of their conspiracy, knowing this was no longer a petty dispute but a federal crime. My decision to fight back was made.
A Billionaire's Calculated Revenge

A Billionaire's Calculated Revenge

I was back, standing at my own opulent wedding reception in the Hamptons, surrounded by the clinking of champagne glasses and whispers of the wealthy. Just moments before, I' d been bleeding out on wet asphalt, the last sound I heard my wife Chloe and her lover Carter laughing, discussing my ten-million-dollar life insurance policy. They' d mocked me as "a broke kid from Queens, a scholarship project," after I'd given them my talent, my loyalty, my very life. Now, reborn at this fateful moment, Chloe stood before me, her hand still stinging my cheek from a vicious, public slap, her face a mask of fury. The humiliation continued as my groundbreaking M&A project was publicly handed to Carter, his smug grin twisting my past all over again. Then, Chloe offered me a "health" smoothie, a seemingly kind gesture I now knew was a slow, mind-numbing poison designed to make me believe I was losing my sanity. The sheer depravity of their long-term scheme, making me doubt my own competence and worth, solidified into a frigid rage. How could I have been so blind, so trusting, to the depths of their calculated cruelty and endless betrayal? But this time, my heart wasn't beating with love or fear; it thrummed with a cold, steady drumbeat of resolve. They gave me a coffin in my first life. In this one, I would build them a trap so perfect, they wouldn't see it until the doors locked behind them.
When Love Kills, And Then Reborns

When Love Kills, And Then Reborns

I was a successful Silicon Valley mogul, a man of immense wealth and, as it turned out, even greater naivety, deeply in love with my beautiful fiancée, Ava. Our meticulously planned future seemed perfect until tragedy allegedly struck: Ava "died" in a devastating rock-climbing accident, leaving my world utterly shattered and adrift. For years, in my grief, I poured millions of dollars into commemorative foundations and generously supported her "grieving sisters," Chloe and Zoe, genuinely mourning a love I believed was tragically lost. Then came the crushing blow: I stumbled upon her in Monaco – radiant, laughing, and shockingly alive on Liam Knight’s arm, their children by their side, oblivious to my existence. They were living a lavish life, funded entirely by the immense fortune I had unknowingly gifted them through her fabricated death, a calculated deception that bled me dry for years. The sheer shock of this colossal betrayal, the agonizing realization of decades of meticulously planned deceit perpetrated by those I trusted most, was so profound it literally stopped my heart. My previous life, built on a foundation of love and trust, crumbled to ash as I felt the ultimate sting of idiocy and a crushing, all-consuming fury that burned hotter than any pain. But death wasn't the end for me; it was merely a reset. I snapped awake in the familiar luxury of my sprawling Silicon Valley mansion, the annoying beep of my alarm no longer a nuisance, but a powerful clarion call. It was the precise morning Ava was supposed to 'die,' the very day that had marked the agonizing origin of all my past life's misery and betrayal. This time, however, I wasn't the heartbroken, unsuspecting fiancé anymore. I was reborn, armed with every single painful memory and a cold, unyielding resolve, and my objective was terrifyingly clear: meticulously reclaim everything they stole, and ruthlessly expose every single viper who dared to prey on my trust.