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Chapter 53

Jemi
last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 18.05.2026 04:46:00
The press conference was at eight AM.

I was there at seven-fifteen.

The room Isabelle had booked was on the ground floor of a hotel in the eighth — neutral ground, not Rousseau Textiles, not Nikolai's building, not anywhere that could be framed as home territory. A long table. Microphones. Chair
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  • The Heiress Returns: My Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret   Chapter 69

    I held very still. He said: "He looks like me." I said nothing. He said: "Sixty-one years old. Not a good man. My eyes." He looked at the window. "I don't know what to do with that." I said: "You don't have to do anything with it today." He looked at me. I said: "You looked at him. That's enou

  • The Heiress Returns: My Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret   Chapter 68

    Six days after the hotel corridor Petra called at seven AM. I was already at my desk. Nikolai was across the table. We had been in the conference room since six-thirty because the Lausanne implementation schedule had three outstanding items that needed resolution before the board meeting Thursday a

  • The Heiress Returns: My Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret   Chapter 67

    Just him. I said: "I have been running the numbers on that for six weeks. They keep coming back the same." He crossed the room. He stopped in front of me. His hand came to my face — the same hold, the same warmth — and he looked at me for one more second the way he always did before something th

  • The Heiress Returns: My Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret   Chapter 66

    I am proud of you. I was always proud of you. Every version. Every choice. Even the ones that cost you. Especially those. The company is yours. It was always going to be yours. Build it the way your great-great-grandmother built it — with your hands, with your name on it, with the understanding th

  • The Heiress Returns: My Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret   Chapter 65

    Sebastien's office at seven AM. He was already there when I arrived. That was how I knew the weight of it — Sebastien did not arrive before seven-thirty for anything. Thirty years of practice and the specific efficiency of a man who understood that arriving early was a statement and made it deliber

  • The Heiress Returns: My Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret   Chapter 64

    "I don't know how to—" "I know." I held his gaze when he looked at me. "You don't have to know how yet. You just have to show up." He looked at me for a long time. He said: "You showed up." "Yes." "To a hotel room you had no reason to walk into." "I had a reason." "What reason." I looked at

  • The Heiress Returns: My Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret   Chapter 45

    He went back to his screen. We worked for another forty minutes. At eleven fifty-three I closed my laptop. Stood. Picked up my bag. I was at the door. "Mireille." I turned. He was looking at me from across the conference room. Jacket off. Sleeves rolled. The lamp on his side of the table

  • The Heiress Returns: My Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret   Chapter 44

    I did not sleep the night before. Not from fear. Fear was the wrong word for what I felt in the forty-eight hours leading into the board session. Fear implied uncertainty and I was not uncertain. I had built this counter-structure brick by brick over forty days and I knew every beam of it and I wa

  • The Heiress Returns: My Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret   Chapter 43

    Just here. Just this. He said, quietly: "What did she tell you. About your father." I looked up at him. "That he walked the factory floor every Friday for fifty years," I said. "That he had a laugh she could hear from three rooms away." I paused. "That you asked about him like you wanted to

  • The Heiress Returns: My Billionaire Ex-Husband's Regret   Chapter 42

    She looked at me. "Mireille," she said. She reached across the table and put her hand over mine. "Don't do what I did." I looked at her. "I loved your father for eleven years before I let myself believe he meant it," she said. "I spent eleven years finding reasons why it couldn't be real. Why

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