Vengeful Takeover

Broken pieces

Bianca Simmons sits stiffly in the leather chair,the air is thick with tension,her hands gripping the armrests as if they could anchor her against the storm inside. Across the table sits Carl Jenkins, her soon-to-be ex-husband, his posture as relaxed as ever, a smug smirk curling his lips.

“You always knew what this was, Bianca,” Carl said, his voice smooth and detached. “Don’t act like this divorce is some great tragedy.”

Bianca’s jaw tightened, but she forced her voice to remain calm. “And what was this, Carl? A business arrangement? A convenience?”

Carl’s smirk deepened. “You said it, not me.”

The mediator cleared his throat, glancing between them nervously. “Perhaps we should focus on the division of assets…”

“No need,” Carl interrupted, his eyes locked on Bianca. “Give her the house. The cars. Hell, take the vacation properties. Just leave me CarlTech.”

Bianca’s laugh was bitter, cutting through the room. “CarlTech? Of course. The one thing you actually really care about.”

Carl leaned forward, his tone patronizing. “It’s not personal, Bianca. It’s just… you wouldn’t know what to do with it. Running a tech company? That’s not your world.”

Bianca’s nails dug into the armrests, her voice trembling with controlled fury. “You think I’m too stupid to run a company?”

“I think you’re too emotional,” Carl replied, his tone dripping with condescension. “Business requires logic, strategy, control. Qualities you’ve never had.”

Bianca met his gaze, her eyes blazing. “You’re right, Carl. Business does require strategy. And you’re about to learn just how strategic I can be.”

Carl’s smirk faltered for a moment before he scoffed. “You have no idea what to do with it. You’re playing a game you can’t win.”

Bianca straightened, a cold smile spreading across her lips. “Oh, I don’t need to win, Carl. I just need to make sure you lose.”

The slow fade of love left Bianca broken. The dissolution of her marriage to Carl had felt like the unraveling of a new identity.A once successful partnership, Carltech, the company Carl had built with blood, sweat, and years of sacrifice, was now in her hands, by court order. But instead of feeling victorious, Bianca only felt one thing: rage,void,where love once lived,she was left shattered and couldn’t think straight.Carl had walked away with all the pieces of his life intact,he has always lived a playboy lifestyle,going from one woman to the next,but Bianca had been left in the ruins,because she thought he could change him,she thought she could help change him his ways,she believed in second chances and she gave him more than the two chances.

Bianca sits in her new office, looking down at the contract in her hand. Her fingers tremble as she signs her name, taking full control of Carltech. Her heart, once filled with love for Carl, now churns with a deep bitterness. She had lost everything; her marriage, her dignity, and her sense of self.

Her personal assistant and confidante, Lydia, stands across from her“So, what’s the plan?” Lydia asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and unease.

Bianca swirled the wine in her glass, a sly smile playing on her lips. “I’m going to burn it to the ground.”

Lydia’s eyes widened. “You’re going to sell it?”

“No,” Bianca said, leaning back into the plush sofa. “Selling it would make him think I gave up. I’m going to destroy it from the inside. Slowly. Painfully. And I know just how to do it.”

Lydia frowned. “And how exactly do you plan to pull that off?”Bianca’s voice was cool and calculated. “I’ll hire someone completely unqualified to run the company. Someone so incompetent that Carltech will crumble under their leadership.

her brow furrowed with concern. “Bianca, I know you’re hurt, but… do you really think ruining Carltech is the answer?”

Bianca turned to face her, her eyes burning with restrained fury. “It’s not just about ruining the company, Lydia,It’s about ruining him. Carl didn’t just betray me,he replaced me. I was nothing compared to Carltech in his eyes.” She let out a bitter laugh. “Now, I’ll take the one thing he truly loves, and I’ll make him watch as it crumbles.”

Lydia hesitated, her voice cautious. “But you don’t even care about the company. What if it backfires?”

Bianca’s lips curled into a sly smile. “That’s the beauty of it. I don’t have to care. I just have to find the perfect i***t to run it into the ground for me.”

Lydia raised an eyebrow. “An i***t? Who could possibly be that unqualified?”

Bianca took a slow sip of her wine, her gaze distant. “Oh, they’re out there somewhere,that’s why I hired you,you’ll find that person for me”