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Chapter 19

ผู้เขียน: Anney GW
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-09-22 16:00:04

Cayden’s POV

Business is war.

Not the kind fought with bullets, but with headlines, numbers, and whispers in boardrooms.

And right now, I was losing ground.

The launch of Posh Posh, my new lifestyle brand, was supposed to be flawless. Months of planning, weeks of teasing, a carefully orchestrated campaign. The first wave of products had barely hit the shelves when the blow came.

Maison de Clairmont.

Even the name was pretentious, French-leaning, dripping with borrowed prestige. Scarlett’s ex-husband’s company.

He had bided his time like a snake in the grass, then struck the same week as my launch, flooding the market with a near-identical product line.

When Harvey placed a sample box on my desk, I tore into it like it had personally insulted me.

The packaging was sleek, but when I twisted open a serum, the liquid sloshed too thin, cheap fragrance flooding the air. “Garbage,” I muttered, smearing it across a glossy paper. The formula separated almost instantly, oil slicking over the
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  • My Billionaire Just Can’t Let Me Go   Chapter 20

    Amelia’s POVScarlett knew exactly what she was doing when she went live wearing that dress. The post, the video, the little captions that came with her rehearsed laugh—none of it was an accident. She was dangling the dress, the one I had loved and returned, right in front of me like bait on a hook. And the public ate it up. Comments calling her “classy,” “elegant,” “the real winner.”My phone buzzed again. A message from the anonymous ID—the one who had tipped me during the livestream.Sorry. I didn’t expect the dress would cause trouble.I stared at the words for a moment, thumb hovering over the screen. Then I typed back.Thank you for helping me that day. It was my choice to return the dress. How could I blame you for that?The typing bubble blinked once. Then nothing. Silence. Whoever they were, they’d said their piece and disappeared.I tossed the phone on the sofa, running both hands through my hair. I hated how Scarlett got under my skin. I hated even more that part of me w

  • My Billionaire Just Can’t Let Me Go   Chapter 19

    Cayden’s POVBusiness is war. Not the kind fought with bullets, but with headlines, numbers, and whispers in boardrooms. And right now, I was losing ground.The launch of Posh Posh, my new lifestyle brand, was supposed to be flawless. Months of planning, weeks of teasing, a carefully orchestrated campaign. The first wave of products had barely hit the shelves when the blow came.Maison de Clairmont.Even the name was pretentious, French-leaning, dripping with borrowed prestige. Scarlett’s ex-husband’s company. He had bided his time like a snake in the grass, then struck the same week as my launch, flooding the market with a near-identical product line.When Harvey placed a sample box on my desk, I tore into it like it had personally insulted me.The packaging was sleek, but when I twisted open a serum, the liquid sloshed too thin, cheap fragrance flooding the air. “Garbage,” I muttered, smearing it across a glossy paper. The formula separated almost instantly, oil slicking over the

  • My Billionaire Just Can’t Let Me Go   Chapter 18

    Amelia’s POVPRESENT“The police said the man got drunk, fell into the sea, and drowned,” Eric told me as I scrolled down his phone screen. A blurry photo of the shoreline filled the article—police tape, uniforms, a body blurred out under a sheet.“That is insane,” I muttered, shoving the phone back at him. “How did he even get to leave the station? He attacked me. They should’ve kept him locked up.”Eric shrugged, tapping the screen closed like the story wasn’t worth another thought. “Maybe someone paid his bail. Happens all the time. Guy walks free, gets drunk, does something stupid. The report says his blood alcohol was through the roof. Open and shut.”Open and shut.But something twisted in my gut. The ribs on the platter in front of us, shiny with glaze, suddenly smelled too rich, too heavy, like oil in the back of my throat. The words on the article replayed in my head. Fell into the sea. Drowned. Just like that?I shifted in my chair, unsettled. The chatter, the clinking of

  • My Billionaire Just Can’t Let Me Go   Chapter 17

    Miles’s POVONE NIGHT AGO The water was flat as gunmetal, the kind of calm that makes men confident enough to say yes to stupid, expensive things.We idled past the breakwater, just far enough from the yacht clubs and their binoculars. The city shrank to a jagged necklace of light. My captain cut the engines to a low purr.The client—navy blazer, loafers soft as pastry—leaned on the rail like he owned the horizon. His hair didn’t move in the wind. Men who buy hair like that assume weather is something that happens to other people.He didn’t bother with prefaces. “We’re expanding,” he said, voice pitched low. “Same routes we discussed. But this time the cargo isn’t trinkets.”“Not porcelain, then.” I let the word warm on my tongue, lazy, bored. “You want speed, discretion, and paperwork that says the boxes contain ‘handicrafts.’” A small smile. “My specialty.”He studied me. His hands were clean, his conscience probably wasn’t. “Weapons.”“There’s a war in every decade,” I said. “Supp

  • My Billionaire Just Can’t Let Me Go   Chapter 16

    Amelia’s POVThe station smelled like old coffee and disinfectant, sharp and unwelcoming. The stranger who had attacked me sat opposite us, his wrists cuffed to the table. His lip was split, one eye already swelling shut from Cayden’s punches. He looked smaller in here, diminished, but the way his gaze darted toward me made my skin crawl.A door swung open. The police chief walked in, graying hair slicked back, uniform pressed sharp. His eyes landed on Cayden, and his expression softened just a fraction. “Mr. Morgan.”Cayden rose slightly, extending a hand. “Chief.” His voice was low, stiffly polite.The handshake was quick. The chief’s gaze shifted to me, to the cuffs biting into the attacker’s wrists, and then he motioned for the officer at his side to read the man’s statement.The words spilled out: he was a fan. My “biggest fan.” He followed my channel, watched every video, every stream. He said he couldn’t stand the thought of me marrying Miles. That I was “meant” for someone be

  • My Billionaire Just Can’t Let Me Go   Chapter 15

    Cayden’s POVI should have been working.The quarterly reports lay open on my desk, numbers bleeding together, Harvey’s neat annotations clipped to the edge. But I couldn’t see them. Not really. All I saw was her.Sophie. Amelia. Ever since the cemetery, her face haunted me—the tilt of her chin, the defiance in her eyes, the way her hand had brushed her neck, that small nervous gesture only Amelia ever made. It had to mean something. It wasn’t coincidence. It wasn’t.My jaw ached from clenching. I sat back, dragging a hand over my face, then clicked open the browser on my computer. One by one, I scrolled through Sophie’s videos. The channel was slick, curated to perfection. Miles’s fingerprints were everywhere—his edits, his branding, his control. But when the camera caught her unaware—her laugh too quick, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear—I saw Amelia bleeding through the Sophie mask.God help me, I couldn’t look away.The door clicked open. Harvey walked in, arms stacke

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