Semua Bab Claiming What's Mine: A Billionaire Romance: Bab 41 - Bab 50

“Thank you for the opportunity,” I replied, meeting his gaze. “I’m ready to contribute in any way I can.”Vincent nodded, sliding a folder across the table toward me. “This contains the job details. It’s a position in our events and catering division—an area where your skills and experience can truly shine. We’ll be hosting high-profile clients, so attention to detail and professionalism will be crucial.”I opened the folder, scanning the contents. The role sounded challenging yet exciting, a chance to push myself and grow.“You’re also welcome to ask questions or share concerns,” Vincent added, his tone encouraging.I hesitated for a moment before speaking. “I appreciate the support Rockwell has offered me. But may I ask—why me? There are so many more experienced professionals out there.”Vincent’s expression softened. “Because I see potential in you, Kirsten. Sometimes, it’s not about experience but about heart and determination. You’ve faced challenges, yet you’re here, ready to re

I couldn’t help but smile. There was something about Vincent that made me feel safe, like I wasn’t alone in this journey anymore.Over time, our conversations deepened. We began to talk more about our lives, our dreams, and our struggles. I learned that Vincent wasn’t just a successful businessman—he was someone who had worked his way up from humble beginnings, much like me.“Sometimes, I feel like I’m just pretending to be this successful person,” he admitted one night, after the restaurant had closed. “I never really had it easy, you know? It’s all just a facade, a role I play to keep the world from knowing how scared I am.”His vulnerability caught me off guard. “I didn’t know that,” I said softly. “I always thought you had everything figured out.”He laughed quietly. “No one ever does. But we make it work. That’s what matters.”That night, I realized how much I had grown, not just in my skills at the restaurant but in my understanding of myself and those around me. Vincent wasn’t

I opened my mouth to argue, but nothing came out. She had a point, and that terrified me.Before I could think too much about it, the man in question appeared in the doorway, looking as polished as ever. “Kirsten, can I have a word?”Janice gave me a knowing look as I followed Vincent to his office.Vincent gestured for me to sit, his demeanor calm but serious. “I didn’t mean to put you on the spot earlier,” he began, leaning on the edge of his desk. “I just want to make sure you know how much potential I see in you. You don’t have to answer about the class now, but I hope you’ll consider it.”I nodded, my heart racing. “I appreciate it, Vincent. It means a lot that you believe in me.”He smiled, but there was something else in his expression—something hesitant, like he wanted to say more.“Is there something else?” I asked, tilting my head.He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Actually, yes. There’s a gala happening next week for local business owners, and I was wondering..

That is, until I bumped into a waiter and sent an entire tray of champagne glasses crashing to the floor. The room fell silent, and I wanted to disappear. Vincent, however, just laughed, his voice cutting through the tension. “At least she’s memorable,” he said, wrapping an arm around me. The crowd chuckled, and the moment passed, but my cheeks burned. “Thanks for that,” I whispered as we left the dance floor. “Anytime,” he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “But you owe me a new pair of shoes.” I laughed despite myself, realizing that with Vincent, even my clumsiness could turn into something worth smiling about. I hadn’t even noticed how quickly time had flown. Being with Vincent was like stepping into another world—one filled with laughter, banter, and a lightness I hadn’t felt in ages. It wasn’t just his jokes or his effortless charm; it was the way he made me feel seen, like I wasn’t just another person passing through his life. Now, as he drove me home, the city l

Kirsten’s face was illuminated in the sunlight, her smile soft, her eyes warm. That smile—it was a rare kind of beauty, untainted by the chaos of the world around her. A beauty I hadn't fully appreciated until now. Without thinking, I set that photo aside. The others, however, didn’t hold the same pull. They were reminders of things I didn’t want to confront—of Vincent’s growing presence in her life, of moments I had no part in. My jaw clenched as I stood, walking to the fireplace. I tossed the stack into the flames, the heat licking at the edges before the photos curled and blackened, their glossy surfaces turning to ash. Watching them burn should have felt cathartic, but it only left a void—a gnawing sense of loss I couldn’t explain. Returning to the table, I picked up the single photo I had saved. Kirsten’s face stared back at me, her expression frozen in that moment of pure happiness. I traced the edge of the photo with my thumb, a strange ache settling in my chest. “What am I