Lahat ng Kabanata ng Accidentally Contracted To The Billionaire CEO: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Andrei's POV. “You'd better be listening, Carter. I'm only going to say this one time_” With a swift jab of my finger, I end the call, silencing the toxic tirade that had been polluting my airwaves. The smug voice, the arrogant demands, the sickening knowledge—all of it, silenced. My feet hit the floor, my coat a blur of black as I snatch it up. I'm out the door, abandoning the suffocating atmosphere of my study. Brielle’s eyes are burning holes in my back. She’s watching me, waiting for an explanation, a sign that everything is okay. I can’t give it to her. Can’t face her, can’t look her in the eye. I'm paralyzed, unable to face the devastation I've caused. Beholding the mayhem is like seeing a wildfire rage out of control. Maybe our love's the fuel that's feeding the flames — time to starve the fire and walk away, leaving behind the only thing that’s ever made me feel alive. I hear her sobbing. It’s a knife to the heart, twisting and turning, carving out a piece of me with

Andrei's POV Odessa's advice is simple and to the point: don't listen to Jeremy's bullshit. Don't fall for his lies. Don't take the blame for something he did. That's what she's trying to drill into my skull. If I take the rap, I'd be orchestrating a spectacular downfall — complete with a cameo appearance by the Grim Reaper, a supporting role by Regret, and a grand finale of Lifetime Imprisonment. I'm not going down that path, no way, no how. I've got a family, a legacy, a son who looks up to me like I'm some kind of superhero. And that's what I have to be, not some sacrificial lamb to appease the false gods of justice. I'm no martyr. I'm not going to roll over and play dead just to appease the system, to keep the peace. That's not who I am. Then again, The thought of Paul getting railroaded is eating away at me. His family's counting on him, and if he goes down, they'll be the ones who suffer. I'm caught in a tug-of-war between my heart and my head, with each side pulli

Brielle's POV I might be a fool for loving Andrei, but what can I say? I love him. love him like a starving man loves a feast, like a sailor loves the sea. And that scares me because I'm not sure I can love anyone else like that. And Every time he breaks my heart, it feels like a piece of me dies, like a tiny spark of hope is extinguished forever. Early hours of this morning, I'd opened the door to a special delivery of heartbreak. I expected a fun, quirky surprise. But oh no, fate's got a twisted sense of humor, and the contents are more stomach-churning than a rotten egg salad sandwich. Inside the mysterious package, I find a photo album, complete with snapshots of Andrei and his new sidepiece, mugging for the camera like they were the happiest couple alive. And by 'happiest couple alive,' I mean they were tongue-deep in each other's faces. The more I stare at these pictures, the angrier I get. It's like staring into the fiery pits of hell, and I'm ready to throw a tan

Andrei's POV Boardroom meetings, presentations, pitching ideas to the suits—all that business crap feels like sand in my shoes these days. I built this company from nothing. Now, all I see is how empty it’s become. The Carter building stands like a cold, dead heart, pumping out emptiness and despair. And I'm not much better off. Time to blow this popsicle stand. I knock back the last dregs of coffee, feeling the caffeine jolt my system. Hit the stairs, step out of the building, into the bright, unforgiving light. The sounds of the city – car horns, chatter, wailing sirens – they're all fading into the distance as I fire up my car and hit the road, heading north. Maybe I’ve got a touch of psychosomatic something-or-other. You know, where your mind takes your fears and spits them out in the worst possible way. These dreams feel so real. I see Brielle slipping away from me. Not exactly the most alpha feeling. Trust me. And I’ll be damned if Odessa doesn’t give me some answers. Did

Jeremy's POV Andrei's still got fight in him, I'll give him that. But it's a futile effort, really. It's like watching a toddler throw a tantrum – entertaining, ultimately pointless. I'd almost admire his tenacity if it wasn't so pathetic. Warning signs are flashing: he's regrouping, rearming, and preparing to unleash hell. He's summoned me to the Thunder dome of Corporate America: a high-octane meeting with the suits who called the shots. Board members with bottom-line mentalities, shareholders with a demanding expectation of returns, investors with itchy trigger fingers, and lawyers with razor-sharp instincts — all gathered to scrutinize me. “Gentlemen, ladies,” I address the audience, meeting the skeptical eyes of the gathered dignitaries. “You know me as a man of integrity, of honor. I’ve never done a shady deal in my life. And I certainly don’t have the time or inclination to stoop to Andrei Carter’s level of scumbaggery. I’ve got more than words to back me up. I’ve got proo