The CEO's Rejected Wife And Secret Heir novel Chapter 26

Chapter 26: Chapter 26:

Vivan POV

She looked so happy, but how dare she be happy. And Damien... he’d been different too, until I’d gotten in his head, fed him doubts, made him question everything.

Stop it, I told myself. Stop rewriting history.

But I couldn’t shake the feeling, the nagging doubt that maybe, just maybe, I’d destroyed something real.

And for what? A few nights with a man who’d never loved me? Who’d used me to avoid his own feelings?

My phone buzzed—a text from an unknown number. I opened it, and my blood ran cold.

It was a photo of me outside Aria’s building last week.

The message below read: Stay away from Aria. This is your only warning.

I stared at the screen. Who the hell had sent this?

Another message came through: You’ve already destroyed enough. Don’t make me destroy you.

I threw the phone across the room. It hit the wall and clattered to the floor.

Someone was watching me. Someone knew what I was planning.

But who?

I picked up the phone—the screen was cracked but still working. I called the investigator.

"Ms. Monroe?" He answered, groggy with sleep. "It’s three in the morning."

"Someone’s threatening me." I paced my office. "I need you to find out who."

"Threatening you how?" He sounded more awake now.

I sent him the photos. "Like that."

A pause while he looked. "Someone’s been following you."

"I know that." I gripped the phone tighter. "I need to know who."

"Could be anyone," he said. "Security guard from your sister’s building. Private investigator she hired. Hell, it could be Blackwood himself."

"Damien?" I stopped pacing. "Why would Damien threaten me?"

"Because you’re going after his son’s mother?" The investigator sounded amused. "Just a guess."

He had a point.

"Find out," I said. "I’ll pay double your usual rate."

"Triple," he countered.

"Fine." I sat down at my desk. "Triple. Just find out who’s watching me."

"Will do." He hung up.

I stared at the photos on my desk—Aria’s success, Noah’s face, the life I’d lost.

Maybe the voice threatening me was right. Maybe I should stop.

But I couldn’t. The rage wouldn’t let me. Aria had everything, and I had nothing but my hatred.

So I’d use it, burn everything down if I had to.

Even if it meant burning myself in the process.

My laptop pinged—an email from the journalist.

Confirmed for tomorrow. Looking forward to your story.

I smiled coldly. I was Vivian Monroe, the golden child, the one who always got what she wanted.

And what I wanted was to see my sister fall.

No matter what it cost.

I opened a new document on my laptop and started typing—everything I knew about Aria, every secret and weakness.

The child she’d hidden. The father she’d kept away. The lies she must have told.

I would frame it perfectly, make Aria look like the villain, make myself look like the concerned family member just trying to help.

Public opinion would turn. Business partners would question her. Damien would realize she’d been manipulating him all along.

And I would finally win.

The words flowed easily—three pages became five, five became ten.

By the time the sun rose, I had a complete story that was devastating. I saved the document and attached it to an email to the journalist.

My finger hovered over the send button.

This was it. The moment of no return.

Once I sent this, there would be no taking it back. Aria would know I’d betrayed her again.

But she’d betrayed me first—by being born, by being smarter, by succeeding where I’d failed.

I hit send.

The email whooshed away.

Done.

I sat back in my chair and waited for the satisfaction to come.

It didn’t.

Instead, I felt... empty.

Like I’d just destroyed the last piece of my soul.

My phone buzzed.

Found something on your watcher. You’re not going to like it.

I picked up the phone. "Tell me."

"It’s not Blackwood." He sounded grim. "It’s someone much worse."

"Who?" My heart started pounding.

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