The Rejected Principessa Returns novel Chapter 114

Chapter 18

Sienna watched him cry, completely broken.

Even the faintest ripple in her eyes finally faded, leaving only cold, unyielding disgust.

“So,” she said softly-like a sigh, yet every word cut deep, “you couldn’t let go of her kids, or that illusion of a perfect family she gave you… but you could let go of me, time and time again. You could sacrifice me, betray me, and even abandon me at the edge of death.”

“Adrian Prescott, your love is revolting.”

She didn’t look at him again.

She pressed the call button beside the bed.

“See him out.”

The news that Sienna had returned to the Sloane family and officially taken the reins of power hit the

business world like a bombshell.

The ripples it created spread with terrifying speed.

And the first to take the hit-was none other than her former closest tie, Prescott Enterprises.

There was no warning. No negotiation. Not even a formal declaration.

A cold, calculated commercial takedown began at Sienna’s command-swift, merciless, and precise.

It caught everyone off guard.

The massive Sloane capital machine began turning at full speed, aiming directly at the Prescotts’ core.

Their most critical overseas mineral supply chain was intercepted mid-deal.

Sloane Group offered better terms, higher prices.

The partners-despite pre-signed agreements-were willing to pay huge penalties just to switch sides.

A new-gen Al chip project, into which the Prescotts had poured years of R&D and investment, was gutted.

Sloane poached the entire tech team-people and patents both gone overnight.

The project collapsed immediately,

Prescott stock had already been fluctuating due to earlier scandals. Now, Sloane-aligned funds began

dumping shares aggressively, releasing coordinated negative press.

Panic selling swept the market.

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The Prescott stock crashed day after day. Their valuation plunged like an avalanche.

Longtime banking partners began tightening their lending terms or freezing credit altogether under the guise

of “risk control.”

A suffocating liquidity crunch took over the entire Prescott headquarters.

Every blow landed with ruthless precision, fast, brutal and relentless. It wasn’t competition-it was

annihilation.

The business world was in chaos. Everyone saw it clearly now-this wasn’t just a shift in power.

It was payback-delivered by the new Sloane heir with methodical fury.

And the Prescotts were the example. They were paying the price-for five years of betrayal and disgrace.

Inside the Prescott Group, chaos reigned.

Shareholders panicked. Executives scrambled. Employees whispered and speculated, a wave of fear

creeping through every floor.

As CEO, Adrian took the brunt of the storm.

He all but moved into the office, holding emergency meetings day and night. It was all trying to stop the

bleeding, to buy time.

He reached out to every contact, every favor he had left. But everywhere he turned-doors slammed in his

face.

Once-loyal partners ghosted him. Others offered polite refusals, unwilling to offend the now-untouchable Sloane Group.

Adrian wasted away.

He grew thin. Dark circles hollowed his eyes, stubble crept across his jawline.

The once-polished image of a high-powered CEO was gone.

What remained was a man at the edge-haunted and hollowed out.

And at best, from across a room at some unavoidable summit or ceremony, he could catch a distant

glimpse…

Of the woman who now stood surrounded by the spotlight.

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