บททั้งหมดของ A Billionaire's Love: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Devon’s POV “Today’s project should cover tactics for reclaiming our top spot in the charts.” Karen’s voice rang through the conference room, steady and commanding. She stood at the head of the table, her presence alone demanding attention as she addressed the team. I sat near the far end of the table, my pen in hand, doodling on my notepad more out of habit than purpose. Meetings like this weren’t my thing. I was the “task boy,” after all. Fetch coffee, organize files, follow orders—that’s where I fit into the grand scheme of things. Strategy meetings? Not so much. Karen’s sharp eyes scanned the room. “We’ve slipped in market share over the last quarter. If we’re going to climb back to the top, we need a stronger marketing push. I want ideas—fresh, bold, and effective.” The room buzzed to life as people threw out suggestions. Some talked about revamping social media campaigns, others pushed for partnerships with influencers, and a few discussed rebranding efforts. Karen nod

Karen’s POVThe office was quieter than usual as I sat at my desk, sorting through emails and making a mental note of the tasks that needed to be prioritized. It was one of those mornings when the world outside seemed to move at a faster pace than I was ready for. I was deep in thought when I heard a light knock on the door."Come in," I called, not bothering to look up, assuming it was one of the team members needing something from me.The door creaked open, and I glanced up to see Devon standing in the doorway, holding a folder in his hands. He looked as serious as ever, his expression a mixture of determination and slight anxiety."Good morning," he said, stepping into the room and approaching my desk. “I, uh, finished the task you gave me yesterday.”I raised an eyebrow, glancing at the folder. “Already?”He nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got everything outlined. I didn’t want to waste time, so I… uh, went ahead and completed it.”I took the folder from his hands, my fingers brushing against

Karen’s POV "Troy?" The word escaped my lips before I could stop it. He looked just as startled as I felt, his brown eyes locking with mine for a brief moment before he quickly masked his surprise with a professional expression. The transformation was seamless, but I knew that it looked good enough to catch the flicker of unease beneath it. “Ms. Andrea,” he said, tilting his head slightly. His tone was smooth and professional, as if this was just another business meeting and not an encounter that felt like the universe itself had conspired to catch me off guard. I forced myself to recover, adopting my own mask of calm. “Mr….?”It dawned on me, I didn't even know his last name.“Wave.” He corrected.”Mr. Wave” I replied evenly, acknowledging him with a nod. The assistant who had accompanied him, a poised young woman with sharp eyes and an air of efficiency, stepped forward. “Shall we get started?” she asked, gesturing toward the conference table. I motioned for them to tak

Karen's POVThe morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow across my bedroom. I stretched, the events of the previous evening still fresh in my mind. Troy's unexpected revelation, our candid conversation—it all felt like a dream. Yet, the lingering warmth in my chest reminded me it was real.I glanced at the clock. It was time to start the day. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, the cool floor beneath my feet grounding me. As I moved toward the bathroom, my thoughts wandered back to the meeting with Troy. His words echoed in my mind: "It wasn't about titles or positions when I came to your place. It was about reconnecting, about being around someone who didn’t see me as the ‘CEO’ but as me. Just… Troy."I couldn't help but smile at the memory. It was a rare moment of honesty, a glimpse into the man behind the title. I wondered what this meant for us. Could we rebuild what we once had? Or was this just a fleeting encounter, a chapter best left closed?

Karen's Pov I hadn’t planned on confronting Devon. In fact, I’d done everything in my power to avoid moments like this. But now, standing just a few feet away from him on the crowded beach, there was no denying the twist of fate—or perhaps sheer coincidence—that had brought him here.“What are you doing here, Devon?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.He glanced at me, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his faded jeans. His shirt was worn, the fabric fraying at the seams, and his shoes looked like they’d seen better days. It was jarring. This wasn’t the confident, polished man I’d once known.“Do I need a reason to be at the beach?” he replied with a half-smile, but his tone lacked its usual charm.I crossed my arms, feeling my chest tighten. “Maybe not. But you being here—now, of all times—doesn’t feel accidental.”His smile faded, replaced by something softer, almost vulnerable. “Maybe it’s not. Or maybe I just needed some fresh air and ended up in the same place as yo