Comeback Of The Billionaire Heiress: She Is Unstoppable

Jennifer stepped into the sitting room, tossed her purse on the couch and stood still in disbelief for a moment. After being overlooked, underrated, and belittled for a long time, she did an unbelievable thing that made her the CEO of Skylife Technologies. The title sat in her mind like a bright, burning star. She could almost hear her late grandfather’s voice saying, “That’s my girl.” At this moment, all she wanted was to share the good news with her husband, Sylvester. She couldn't wait for him to come back from work. She grabbed her phone, smiling to herself as she hit his contact. The line rang a few times, and then an unexpected voice answered. “Hello?” She could recognize the voice without thinking twice. It was Tricia, her husband's secretary and side lover. Jennifer blinked. “Tricia! What are you doing with my husband's phone?" Tricia exhaled lazily and replied, "He's sleeping, so I picked it for him. Do you have any problems with that?" Her tone was warm and slow, like honey poured over glass. “Sleeping?” Jennifer repeated, thrown off. “At this time in his office?” “Who said he's in his office? He's sleeping on my bed, naked and exhausted. He had been busy, pounding and making me scream at the top of my voice for two hours." She said in a teasing voice. “He needs to rest for one more round. You shouldn’t be disturbing him.” Jennifer’s throat tightened at her audacity. She had been suspecting they were having an affair. But painting it on her face, telling her he was with her in her bed without any atom of fear, was another level of disrespect. “What the f**k! Have you gone insane?" "Stop shouting so you won't wake him up." She replied gently as if it were nothing. "You must be crazy. Wake him up and give him that phone. I need to talk to my man." "Your man?" Tricia asked. "Just because he married you doesn't make him your man. Both of us know that you are just a placeholder. He's just using you to satisfy himself and work as house help while looking for a real wife. Now, he has found one, which is me. And very soon, he will discard you like trash. Better know your place." Jennifer smiled and shook her head. Tricia, who was once her husband's janitor, now his secretary after making him release her from his company, was now sleeping with him proudly and talking to her like she's nothing. "I'm not in the mood to argue with you. Just put him on the phone." Jennifer said. “I told you, he’s asleep. He needs to rest before our next round." She said softly. Then, a pause. "Don’t worry, I’ll send him back when I’m done with him so you can refill him with a good meal, as the good househelp you are." Jennifer’s mouth went dry. “Because you are sleeping with my husband, you think you can talk to me anyhow. You’re so disgusting.” “No,” Tricia replied, her voice still maddeningly calm. “I'm just being honest. Your husband loves me more than he has ever loved you. Ohhh, wait... he's waking up already. Time for another round. Listen, don't call him again. If you disturb this last round, I won't take it lightly with you." And then the line went dead. For a long moment, Jennifer just sat there, staring at the black screen. Her first instinct was to deny it—to tell herself it was a prank. But deep down, she knew. The signs had been there for months. The truth had been growing in the silence between them, waiting for a day like this to show its face. She tried to continue to hold on, reminding herself that she was now the CEO of Skylife Technology, but she couldn't. Her heart couldn't swallow the pain. She took a deep breath, trying to keep herself from crying or being emotional. She stood, pacing slowly across the room. On the couch, her purse was tossed open. From it, she pulled the thick white envelope embossed with Skylife’s logo. Inside was the official paperwork confirming her appointment as CEO. She stared at her name in bold print, Jennifer Orton. Chief Executive Officer. She had thought the night would end in a celebration with her husband, but there would be no celebration. The man she wanted to share her joy with was in another woman’s bed. Earlier that day, Skylife company was in a catastrophe. Every screen in the building glowed red with error messages. Alarms rang in the system department like a chorus of bad news. The company’s network had collapsed, and its updated automated software called Automatic Driver's Assistant was failing across continents. Cars were crashing, orders were being canceled, and servers were shutting down one after another. It was chaos, and it was costing millions by the minute. Jennifer sat at her small cubicle in the far corner of the department, looking at her system and thinking of how she would help. She’d only been with Skylife as a junior system analyst for five months, working quietly. The kind of title that meant nothing in meetings and got forgotten in emails. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. She wasn't supposed to be working in Skylife. Before this, she had worked at her husband’s company. Her own husband, Sylvester, until Tricia showed up and made Sylvester fire her from the company. Tricia had been subtle about it at first, whispering lies, accusing her of things she didn't do, and taking glory for her works. Soon, Sylvester fired her, saying she was useless to the company. Skylife accepted her, and she continued her work. Today, the company was collapsing, and no one seemed to know how to stop it. At the top floor, Lesnar, the young CEO, was pacing his glass office like a trapped animal. His tie hung loose around his neck, his phone glued to his ear as he was yelling into it. “No, you don’t understand!” he snapped. “If this continues another hour, the company will be in debt. The stock’s bleeding already. We have lost over nineteen billion dollars in the past few weeks.” The man on the other end must’ve said something that made him pause. His expression sank. He ended the call and turned towards his manager, Mr. George, and the head of the System Department, Mr. Pascal. “I don't think we have hope." He muttered. Lesnar was an heir of a multibillion-dollar empire. His father, the legendary industrialist Arthur Drew, had handed him three companies before falling sick. He was in a coma for the past six months. His father has three companies. Zacklid Mobile phone, which are worth over 500 billion dollars. Zenco Fabrics valued around two hundred billion, and Skylife Technologies, the smallest—and now, the weakest. Skylife had once been a rising star in autonomous systems. But ever since the former head of the System Department died mysteriously last year, things have fallen apart. The man who replaced him, Mr. Pascal, was brilliant on paper and useless in practice. Under Pascal’s supervision, the newest “Automatic Driver Assistant” software had turned into a public nightmare. Cars equipped with Skylife’s system were getting into avoidable accidents. Videos flooded the internet with cars spinning into fences, bumpers crushed, and headlines screaming, "Is Skylife Still Safe?" The brand’s reputation was in ashes. Just a few days ago, the company’s servers started crashing worldwide, a massive system failure unlike anything they’d seen before. Lesnar had reached the breaking point. He wanted out. He ran his hands through his hair and said quietly, “Maybe it’s better to sell before it dies completely.” The manager nodded hesitantly. He couldn't think of any other thing to do. Mr. Pascal couldn't say anything as well. He had tried to do something, but he couldn't. He had secretly eliminated the former head of the System Department to take over. Now, he couldn't even save the company. That’s when the door burst open. Jennifer stood there, drenched in sweat, clutching a laptop to her chest. Her badge caught the light as she took a breath. “Sir,” she said. “Please don’t sell the company. I can fix this.”