I Made Him CEO, I’ll Take Back My Empire

Chapter 2

This was the man I'd loved with every fiber of my being for ten years, the very same man who once swore to protect me with his life.

And now, he'd threatened my father's life just for some cheap, two-bit nobody.

I didn't throw a fit, fly into a rage, or shed a single tear. I simply turned and walked out, even gently pulling the door closed behind them.

The second that door clicked shut, the Chloe who loved Zachary was gone for good, dead and buried inside that opulent mansion.

That was the day I truly woke up. Tears and endless complaints are for the weak. When dealing with someone this ungrateful and cold-hearted, the only way to fight back is to take away everything he cares about the most.

What did he value above all else? Power, money, status, and the Larson family inheritance.

My thoughts snapped back to the present moment.

"You've already made all the arrangements, so why even bother asking me?"

I turned and headed to my room. Soon after, I heard Zachary slam the door as he stormed off.

Jocelyn thought getting pregnant meant she'd gained full control over everything, acting like she ruled the roost. Since Zachary had promised to let me raise the child, she moved right into his most luxurious riverfront penthouse to see out her pregnancy, acting like she belonged there.

She wasted no time stirring up trouble on her very first day in the new place.

My phone buzzed. It was a photo from her.

In the picture, she wore Zachary's white dress shirt, unbuttoned low enough to reveal bright, obvious hickeys on her collarbone. The background was the spacious living room of that high-end riverfront residence.

A voice note followed right after, her sickeningly sugary tone utterly revolting.

"Chloe, Zachary said this place has the best natural light for the baby's growth, so he insisted I move in. Once the baby is born, I'll have to count on you, the so-called godmother who can't have children of her own, to help take care of him. After all, some women only get to live vicariously by raising other people's kids."

Her words were filled with sheer arrogance and provocation.

Any ordinary woman would have lost her temper, flown off the handle, and rushed over to confront her. But I kept my face completely blank, saved the photo, and opened my chat window with Zachary.

I forwarded the picture to him, then sent a voice message.

"Zachary, Jocelyn just sent me this photo. This penthouse was supposed to be our private hideaway for our fifth wedding anniversary. Not only did you let her move in here, but she's also humiliating me like this.

"I'm heartbroken, and I feel like I'm sinking into a depression. Maybe I should just go tell your father the truth. I truly can't bring myself to raise this child..."

I finished sending the message and began to count down silently. Three, two, one.

Just as I expected, my phone started ringing nonstop.

"Chloe! Honey, don't do anything reckless!"

Panic was thick in Zachary's voice. He was terrified I would ruin his plans to secure the family inheritance.

If Victor Larson found out the truth, he would never accept a grandson born to some trashy woman. What's more, he might bring back his half-brother Zane Larson and name Zane the rightful heir instead.

Zachary's greatest vulnerability was this half-brother, who had long coveted the CEO position.

"Pay no attention to her! She's just jealous of you! Rest assured, I'll kick her out the moment she gives birth. I'll buy you that grand French-style manor out in Westside to make it up to you. Just calm down."

A long silence fell on the other end of the line.

"Alright," I agreed without hesitation.

"Chloe, as long as you stay obedient, I'll give you anything you want."