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Too Late, Mr. CEO: Watch Me Shine

Nieves Gómez

Kayla stood outside the CEO suite, holding a custom suit for her fiancé, Brennon. They had spent seven years building a tech company from a freezing garage into a billion-dollar empire. But through the cracked door, she heard the breathy laugh of Evelin, the newly hired director. Then came Brennon's low, careless voice. "The wedding's a PR milestone for the IPO, nothing more." Kayla's blood turned to ice. "She's comfortable. Makes sense on paper," Brennon continued. "But you, Evelin. You understand ambition." The betrayal hit her like a physical blow. She had written the core code that made him a billionaire. She had stayed up until 4 AM debugging while he slept on a futon. Now, he was mocking their relationship to his mistress and handing over her life's work to a woman who couldn't even read a data log. Seven years of loyalty, reduced to a PR stunt. She didn't cry. Instead, a cold, violent clarity washed over her. Why should she let him keep the crown she forged? Without a word, she pulled the three-carat diamond off her finger and dropped it into her bag. She walked out of the building, drafted her resignation, and accepted a VP position at his biggest Wall Street rival. It was time to show Brennon what happened when the real genius behind his empire decided to tear it down.

Romance Betrayal Revenge CEO CEO Revenge

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"When will you give me a grandson Nathan?" Nathan listened as his mother brought that subject up once again.

What could he do to satisfy the woman?

His mother was a tall woman in her early fifties. One with the mouth of a teenager. She could never just stop babbling. Nathan could hardly believe he was spawned by the woman. Her hair was dirty blonde with faint streaks of the grey but she did a good job hiding them using hair treatments. Her skin was porcelain white almost making her as white as a corpse and it had fine lines to adorn her transition into old age. She was not welcoming it well, however.

She masked her face in Mary Kay in hopes to defy nature and it was a failing battle.

He, on the other hand, had picked most of his features from his late father. He had the same hair color as his mother but he earned his chiseled features from his no-nonsense father. His built-up body was a work of his, the only thing he took seriously in his teenage years. Things have changed but going to the gym once a week had become a part of him. His light caramel skin, a mixture of his mother's ghost-white skin and his father's ebony skin color.

Nathan's mum reached out to pick a cracker from a tray that was placed on the enamel-coated stool.

Stuffing her mouth with the plain but not bitter snack, She continued to rant.

"Are you even listening to me?"

Nathan was not. His mother's visit was interrupting his perfectly planned day. His face was plastered on his phone where he had written his schedules for the day and how his mother had swallowed up two hours and ruining his life.

What he had to do for family!

"I am mother, " Nathan replied absentmindedly as he watched his mother stuff another of his maid's cracker into her mouth.

"You shouldn't eat too much of that, " Nathan commented when he watched his mother pick another one.

His mother flayed her hands at him sending some of the grains on his perfectly ironed shirt and making it dirty.

"Good gracious!" He yelled when this happened.

"Mom! I had a really important meeting!" Nathan yelled louder gaining the maid, Betty who peeked from the kitchen to see what drama she was missing.

"Don't you yell at me!" Her voice turned hoarse and Nathan could tell she was about to be more dramatic.

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