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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
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2026-07-05 07:04:04
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THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN NIGHT CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE
IVANNA’s POVNo, no, no. I had it all planned out. The eye drops, the shaky voice. I had all planned for them to feel sorry for me. I had planned for everything except Arthur Beaumont walking through those doors. I must do something. Anything to fix this sudden mess.I turned to my father who stood rigid, too shocked as well."Dad, say something." I muttered under my breath.He was staring straight ahead. His face had gone grey. I knew that particular look. He was scared.I rarely see this look on my father."Stop talking, Ivanna," he muttered, very low.""Why should I?" I shouted. “Why should I stand here and be the only one who loses? Who among you women here can take half of what I took with Xavier, so save me that holier than thou attitude of yours.""Shame on you!" Someone spat from the back seat."Get out!"A man near the front stood up, shook his head, and walked toward the door. Two other women followed him. Then a couple. Then ten. Chairs scraped. The sound of expensive sh
THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN NIGHT CHAPTER EIGHTY
Ivanna's POVNo one in the hall moved. My breath was crawling under my skin. The fact that I don’t know what evidence Arthur has worsen the situation.My father stepped forward before I could open my mouth."Arthur." His voice was smooth. Too smooth. "This is neither the time nor the place. Ivanna is upset, and this is a private family affair.""There are television crews outside," Arthur replied without looking at him. "It stopped being private when she picked up the microphone."My father went quiet.I had never seen him go quiet like this efore.I tried to swallow and couldn't. My throat had closed up on its own.Cry. You're the victim, Ivanna. You shouldn’t stop being one, not at this moment when you’ve finally gained the public sympathy back. Cry.The man holding the folder cleared his throat. Graham Williams, Arthur's lawyer. I had seen him once at the estate, carrying a ledger out of the study like it was made of glass."Ladies and gentlemen," Graham said. "Ms. Sinclair has pub
THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN NIGHT CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
Ivanna's POVJulia slid into the chair on my other side with her phone held low."Ivanna, look," she whispered. I tilted my head downward a bit.The hashtag was back. #IvannaDeservesBetter. Over ten thousand posts in twenty minutes. A clip of my speech had already blown up. Someone captioned it Left alone at her own engagement while he's with the cleaner."The cleaner?" I repeated with a questioned look."They're calling her that again." Julia scrolled. "Aria's name is trending. Reporters are calling Beaumont Group. People are tagging the school already.""Which school?"She looked at me."Who else? Bryan's of course."A little smile touched my lips. I covered it up immediately. I must remain sad for the camera."People were asking where Xavier is on his own engagement party," Julia continued happily. "Why he didn't show up? Why he was seen with her and the boy at the school earlier this week. Someone posted a photo of him walking out of Bellmont Elementary with Aria and Bryan."The p
THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN NIGHT CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
Ivanna's POVPamela was already at Alderton Hall when I got there in the early hours of Saturday morning, pacing the ballroom floor with her tablet pressed to her chest like a shield. She had the look of a woman who hadn't slept all night."Ms. Sinclair," she called the moment she saw me, already walking toward me. "Mr. Beaumont's office sent a postponement notice to all the guests overnight. I guessed you were not copied, seeing that you’re here.""I was copied," I replied, moving through the chairs lined in a row, my fingers striding through each one. "I’ve sent a correction, I guess you’ve not checked your mailbox. She swallowed. "You did?"I turned to look at her. She was already working through her tablet."How many confirmed?""A second please,” she replied, tapping and swiping on her tablet.I folded my arms and waited. She looked up a few seconds later.“A hundred and sixty-three ma’am."My lips curved into a little smile.Of course they were coming. Postponement notice or n
THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN NIGHT CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
Xavier's POVThe question left my mouth agape, I needed to call my attention back to it.Bryan wasn't looking at Mrs. Gentry, nor his mother. His gaze were fixed directly at me without a blink. I looked at Aria.She gave me the smallest nod I had ever seen on a human face. Barely a movement but unmistakable.I looked back at Bryan."Let's go home," I forced myself to say finally. Bryan stared at my face for a moment, the assessment of a child who had learnt to read adult faces for the things adults weren't saying.Whatever he found in mine, he accepted it.He nodded and turned to Aria. "Can we get chips on the way?"Aria giggled softly. "Yes, baby. We can get chips."***We signed Bryan out at reception.Mrs. Gentry walked us to the door. She reminded Aria about the follow-up meeting for the behavioral reflection and confirmed that Theo's family had been contacted too.We said our goodbye and took our leave. Bryan walked between us out of the school, slightly slower than his usual p
THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN NIGHT CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
Aria's POVThe tone in the voice that sounded in my ear was the measured tone of a teacher who had been trained to deliver difficult information to parents without causing panic while simultaneously communicating that the situation was serious enough to warrant urgency."What happened?" I asked, trying so hard at the same time to calm my nerves.I turned further away from Xavier, though not because I didn't want him to hear but I needed to concentrate on Zainny's words."Bryan is fine," she said eventually. That’s always the first thing teachers say. The phrase designed to prevent a parent's heart from stopping before the actual information. "Your son is not hurt, Miss. Ashford.” Zainny continued. “ In fact, he’s in the headmistress's office as we speak.""Okay. So, why are you calling if I may ask? And why is my son at the headmistress's office?” I ratted out the questions."There was an incident at lunch," Zainny replied. "It was with one of his classmates. A boy named Theo."I p
THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN NIGHT CHAPTER FIVE
ARIA’s POVThe first thing I noticed was the dead silence. The second was the pounding headache threatening to split my skull into two.I squeezed my eyes shut and buried my face deeper into the pillow. Bad idea.The unfamiliar scent hit me immediately. Cedar, warm and masculine.My eyes snapped op
THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN NIGHT CHAPTER FOUR
XAVIER’s POVIt was five o’clock in the morning and I had ejaculated thrice already. I looked at the pretty lady on the same bed with me, I had fucked her so hard in the last few hours, as we explored different sex positionsShe was now sleeping peacefully beside me, like all her problems had been
THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN NIGHT CHAPTER THREE
ARIA’s POVThe suite was nothing like the bar beneath it. While the bar beneath was all amber shadows and deliberate dimness, the room the bartender led us to was clean and looked quite expensive, cream walls, dark wood furniture, a king-sized bed dressed in white linen that looked untouched and in
THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN NIGHT CHAPTER TWO
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