The Billionaires Rival Heir のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The soft hum of an engine filled the air as Shaw pulled into his driveway, the mansion looming before him like a silent sentinel of his success. The grand estate, adorned with gilded accents and towering pillars, exuded an air of luxury, yet tonight it felt more like a cage than a home. The events of the evening replayed in his mind like a broken record as he stepped through the ornate double doors, unbuttoning his suit jacket.Inside, the opulence was overwhelming—golden chandeliers, marble floors, and furniture fit for royalty. Yet, none of it brought Shaw peace. The weight of the night clung to him like a heavy coat. He tossed his jacket over the back of a chair and made his way to the master suite.In the shower, hot water cascaded down his tense muscles, washing away the evening’s physical exhaustion but not the mental strain. He thought about Mia—her smile, her elegance, and most of all, the way she seemed to light up around that man, Liam. Shaw didn’t like the way it made him f

Shaw stood frozen in the doorway of his living room, his expression hardening as he took in the sight before him. Kim, with her perfect posture and sly smile, sat on his couch like she owned the place. A half-empty glass of wine rested in her manicured hand, the bottle on the coffee table clearly from his private collection.“Welcome home, baby pea,” she said with a playful lilt, her eyes gleaming with mischief.Shaw’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t in the mood for games, especially not hers. “What are you doing here, Kim?”Kim leaned back into the cushions, completely unbothered. “You didn’t really think we were done with our conversation, did you?”Shaw stepped closer, his voice icy. “How did you get into my house?”Kim reached into her designer handbag and pulled out a sleek black card. “I still have your pass card,” she said casually, twirling it between her fingers as if daring him to snatch it away.Shaw closed his eyes briefly, exhaling through his nose to rein in his temper. “What i

Mia’s POVThe grand conference room buzzed with anticipation as the businessmen settled into their seats. The sleek, polished wood of the long table gleamed under the overhead lights, and the low hum of murmured conversations filled the air. Today was crucial—this meeting would determine the future of the collaboration between three prominent corporations, including Carter Enterprises and AMT Corporation, her heart racing in sync with the room's palpable energy. It had been days of preparation, and now, everything rested on the next few hours.Shaw entered with his signature confidence, his sharp suit emphasizing his imposing presence. He moved with purpose, his steps calculated, and Mia couldn't help but admire how effortlessly he commanded the room. By his side, she clutched her tablet, ready to assist at a moment’s notice. She had worked tirelessly to prepare for this, aligning everything perfectly for Shaw's vision. The weight of responsibility settled on her shoulders, but she wa

Mia stared at the lipstick in her hand, its bright red casing gleaming under the dim light of the bathroom. The bold color felt out of place in her world of neutral tones and understated elegance, like a foreign object dropped into the wrong life. Its presence mocked her, taunting her with questions she wasn’t ready to ask. She turned it over carefully, as though it might reveal answers if held just so. A faint scent came from it, one that wasn’t hers. The floral undertone was sharp and cloying, completely unlike the subtle perfumes she preferred.Her pulse quickened. Who could this belong to? The thought stabbed at her, quick and sharp. She closed her eyes for a moment, willing herself to calm down. And then the darker thought crept in, uninvited but persistent. Did Liam bring someone here?Her throat tightened. She squeezed the lipstick in her palm, its smooth surface a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside her. Confronting him seemed like the logical choice, but the words s

20 Minutes Earlier Maya’s grin widened as she led Liam down the dimly lit corridor, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. Her grip on his wrist was firm, her touch electrifying. She glanced back at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief.“Come on,” she urged, her voice a low, seductive whisper. “We’ll only be a few minutes. You’ll thank me later.”Liam hesitated, his gaze darting nervously to the bustling party behind them. The faint hum of conversation and laughter still filtered through the hallway, a distant reminder of the event they were supposed to be attending.“Maya, I don’t know about this,” he said, his voice tight with unease. “What if someone walks in?”She rolled her eyes, tugging him forward with a teasing laugh. “Relax, Liam. Everyone’s busy networking, mingling, or glued to Ahmed’s speech. No one is coming back here, trust me.”They stopped in front of a door, slightly ajar, revealing a dimly lit, unoccupied conference room. Maya pushed it open with a f