The Billionaire’s Pawn のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Ashers POVI stared at Arabella, her eyes red from crying.“ Are you okay?” I asked, but she didn’t say a word, she looked right through me, as if I wasn’t even there, just tried muttering something I could barely hear but she stopped staring at my father and ran upstairs.I turned to look at my father, who had been watching Arabella the whole time. He looked away from the door, his expression unreadable. "Follow me," he said, his voice low and firm. There was no room for argument.Reluctantly, I followed him to my study. I knew what he wanted, but right now my mind was occupied with thoughts of Arabella, why was she like this?, it felt like each time I leave her she ends up in a state I couldn't explain.Inside the study, my father walked over to the large chair behind my desk and sat down, swirling the chair backward, his back facing me."Hand it over," he said without turning around.I stared at him for a long moment. I felt so disgusted by the mere fact that he was my father. I

Asher’s POVAs I took my seat, at the passenger's seat I leaned back and took a very deep breath. The day had barely started, but it already felt like I had a stressful day even though the day just started. So much had happened already, and all I wanted right now was just a moment to clear my mind. I’d been carrying too much weight for days, and the stress of everything was starting to pull me down.“Just get me to the office,” I muttered to the driver, signaling him to start the car. I needed to be there, in my space, where I could breathe and not feel the constant pull of my father's control or the thought of seeing Arabella. It had been over two months since I’d last stepped foot in the office. Two long months of dealing with family matters, handling the mess my father had roped me into. The office was the one place where I had some sense of control, a world I could still call mine.As the driver drove, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, scrolling through emails and messages, tr

Asher’s POVI spotted Arabella waving at me, but I turned away, pretending not to see her, as I headed inside the elevator. I didn’t know why I ignored her. Maybe it was guilt over the document or maybe it was because she was pregnant, and I wasn’t ready for that, being a father? Me? I could barely manage my own life, let alone a child and I didn't want to be like my father. I pushed those thoughts out of my mind. I couldn’t think about Arabella right now. I had to focus on the meeting with Williams. He was already waiting in my office. I knew whatever was going to happen in my office wouldn't be pleasant at all, as I was so convinced that he was the one behind it, the photo all over the internet was snapped in his pub.I opened the door and saw Williams sitting in my chair as if he owned it. He looked up when I entered, smiling like nothing was wrong. “Hey, Asher,” he said casually, as he stood up from my chair.“ Your seat is quite comfortable, maybe one day I will be the one sitti

Asher's POVI stood there, unable to answer her question. Did I even want her in my life? I had been with her because of the benefit of being with her, and now that I had it, I still wanted her. I don't know why but I still wanted to be by her side. And to make things more complicated, she was pregnant with my child. I was going to be a father. It was a role I had never imagined for myself. I stared at her, struggling to find the right words. I cared about her, but was that enough? Enough to be a father to her child? I had already married her, wasn't that enough?I noticed her face pale, her eyes fluttering shut. Before I could fully grasp what was happening, she was falling to the ground. "Arabella!" I shouted, rushing forward just close enough to catch her just in time, my arms holding her body so tight, it was so fragile. I looked at her, she was unconscious, her body heavy in my arms, I tried feeling her heartbeat was faint, was she dead? That was the first thought that came to m

Ashers POVThe moment I saw Arlo standing there, I felt a surge of anger run through me. That bastard had the nerve to show up here, of all places and what the hell was he doing here, after what he had done company. I clenched my fists, trying to keep myself from losing control right there in front of everyone. The media was there staring at me as if they were expecting a scandal from the famous Asher who had never ceased to give them headlines and the last thing I wanted now was for my name to be in the news once again which would destroy the thin line Blackhood Suites was standing on.I excused myself from Arabella, muttering something about needing a moment, and walked past Arlo, locking eyes with him as I said beneath my breath, "Follow me." Without waiting for a response, I headed toward the men's restroom, hearing his footsteps trailing behind.Once we got inside, there were still a couple of men finishing up. As I waited I could see how tense I was and more angry as I stared at