Semua Bab CAPTIVATED BY THE SEDUCTIVE BILLIONAIRE : Bab 61 - Bab 70

...ROMAN I sat in the dimly lit bar, my eyes red and glazed as I downed yet another glass of whiskey. I’d been drinking heavily for hours, each sip fueling the bitterness that coiled tightly in my chest. My normally sharp and composed demeanor had been replaced by a mess of tangled emotions and frayed nerves. My hair was tousled, my shirt wrinkled, and my expression brooding as I stared darkly into my drink.Seated around me were Xavier, Arthur, and Gabriel, watching their friend with wary expressions as they nursed their own drinks. They knew I was troubled, but seeing me unravel like this was something none of them had expected. Breaking the silence, Arthur leaned forward, clearing his throat as he broached the topic that had been on everyone’s mind since Genevieve’s explosive visit to my office.“Roman,” Arthur began cautiously, his tone tentative, “why did you appoint Olivia as the marketing manager? You knew it would go against Genevieve. You knew she wouldn’t take it we

...GENEVIEVE My heart pounded in my chest as I leaned against the bathroom sink, my hands trembling. My emotions spiraled in a whirlwind of joy, fear, and doubt, but the most pressing thought was clear: Roman needs to know.Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I decided to face him. No matter how complicated things had become between us, he deserved to know the truth.I reached out to Arthur, Roman’s closest confidant, who reluctantly revealed his location—a luxury hotel downtown. Determined, I made my way there, the hum of my thoughts drowning out the bustling city sounds. I rehearsed my words during the elevator ride, my fingers tightening around the strap of my bag as nerves took over. I was being nervous after so long. The memory of Roman’s warmth, his laughter, his promises—it all came flooding back, making my mission all the more urgent.As I arrived at the door of Roman’s suite, my heart raced with a mix of hope and dread. I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over

...GENEVIEVE I sat on the edge of my father’s mahogany desk, my hands clasped together tightly in my lap. The late afternoon sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting streaks of orange and gold across the walls of the sleek office. My father sat in his leather chair, leaning back slightly, his arms crossed over his chest. His face was a mixture of shock, confusion, and something else I couldn’t quite place.“Say that again,” he said, his voice calm but heavy with disbelief.I took a deep breath, my chest rising and falling as I braced myself. “I want to step down as CEO,” I said again, my voice firmer this time. “I think Janice should take over.”The words hung in the air between us like a fragile thread, one that might snap at any moment. My father’s eyebrows furrowed, and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk.“And why, exactly, do you think this is a good idea?” he asked, his tone laced with skepticism.I hesitated, my eyes darting away from

...GENEVIEVE I sat stiffly on the edge of the couch, my hands resting limply in my lap. The soft glow of the evening sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm hue on the room, but it did little to thaw the chill between us. Roman was on the floor before me, his knees pressed against the plush rug as he clutched my hand in his. His grip was firm but gentle, desperate yet tender.“Genevieve,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Please. Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”I didn’t respond, my gaze fixed firmly on the wall beyond him. My lips pressed into a thin line, and my jaw tightened as if I were holding back a flood of words that threatened to spill out. Indeed I had a lot to say but kept quiet. His thumb brushed over the back of my hand in slow, pleading strokes, but I remained unmoving, a fortress of silence he couldn’t penetrate.“Genevieve,” he tried again, his voice breaking slightly. “Whatever it is… whatever’s hurting you, just tell me. Please. Do

...ROMAN The office was a storm of chaos, a stark contrast to its usual pristine order. I stood in the middle of the room, my chest heaving, my face twisted in rage and regret. Papers were scattered across the floor, a lamp lay shattered near the wall, and the sound of a chair hitting the hardwood reverberated as I flung it aside.“How could I be so stupid?!” I bellowed, my voice cracking under the weight of my emotions. I paced back and forth, my hands pulling at my disheveled hair, my eyes wild and unfocused. “I ruined everything! Everything!”Xavier, Arthur, and Gabriel stood near the doorway, exchanging worried glances. Each man wore a mixture of concern and helplessness as they watched me unravel before their eyes. Xavier, the most level-headed of the group, stepped forward cautiously, his hands raised in a placating gesture.“Roman,” Xavier said firmly, his tone steady yet calm. “You need to stop. Breaking everything in this room won’t fix anything.”But I was deaf to