บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire's Choice: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

I glanced at the bathroom door. Using his bathroom felt wrong. But what was I supposed to do? Grandma had made it clear. I was staying in this room, and we had to act like a couple.I swallowed and grabbed my pajamas. I took a deep breath and pushed the bathroom door open, my body stiff with hesitation. I half-expected him to snap at me, to tell me I was taking too long or that I shouldn’t have used his bathroom at all. But to my surprise, he didn’t say anything.When I looked back, he was still standing by the window, his back to me, staring out into the night. The bathroom was huge. Everything was sleek, black marble and glass, with a shower big enough to fit three people. The scent of his cologne lingered in the air, and for some reason, that made me even more uncomfortable.I shook it off and turned on the shower, stepping under the hot water. My muscles instantly relaxed, but my mind wouldn’t. I finished up quickly, not wanting to push my luck by taking too long. Instead of ste

When the car pulled up in front of the Deveraux Group’s headquarters, Gabriel didn’t wait for me. The company was a towering skyscraper in the heart of San Francisco, shaped like a sleek, modern rectangle with sharp edges and reflective glass panels that mirrored the sky. At the very top, the gold company logo stood proudly against the dark glass, visible from blocks away.He stepped out first, adjusting his cufflinks as if he had somewhere far more important to be. I sighed, tightening my grip on my purse before following him.The moment his shoes hit the pavement, I saw the shift. Employees outside immediately straightened up. Conversations died, and people hurried to adjust their posture as they spotted their CEO walking in. Even the doorman, who had been chatting with a receptionist, quickly stood at attention, bowing his head slightly as Gabriel strode past.I sighed and followed, gripping my purse.The moment I stepped inside, all eyes were on me.The sleek, modern lobby—its ma

I looked at the laptop Jonathan handed me and was shocked. With all due respect, had Grandma completely lost it? Giving Aria shares from the company? I was taken so aback.I scrolled through the document, rereading every line, hoping I had misunderstood. But there it was - clear as day. 25% of the company’s shares, transferred to Aria’s name. My jaw tightened.I closed the laptop, exhaling slowly through my nose. “When did this happen?” I finally asked, my voice tighter than I intended.Jonathan shifted slightly. “The paperwork was finalized yesterday.”She really thought she could force this into something real. That by giving Aria shares, by tying her to the company, she could make this marriage mean something.The most annoying part is they all kept me in the dark. I turned to Jonathan, my voice clipped. “Summon her.”Jonathan gave a small nod and stepped out without another word.I leaned back in my chair, my fingers laced together as I waited. That witch had some explaining to d

I licked a crumb off my thumb as I leaned forward, my elbows now resting on the kitchen counter. The last bite of my sandwich sat comfortably in my stomach. Not the most exciting meal, but enough to keep me going until dinner.Across the kitchen, two women moved around with an ease that came from routine. I’d seen them before, chatted with them in passing. But I hadn’t really sat with them like this. They were older than me, both dressed in crisp white aprons, their sleeves rolled up as they handled the quiet tasks that came before cooking actually started. One was at the sink, rinsing a cutting board, while the other sorted through a basket of fresh vegetables.Maria and Elise. That was their names. I hadn’t asked directly, but I’d picked them up from listening. Maria, the shorter one with a round face and a smile that always seemed ready to appear, was the chattier of the two. Elise, taller and leaner, had a sharper look about her, like someone who noticed everything but only spoke

Gabriel’s POVYesterday, after dinner, when everybody had gone. I wasn’t in a rush to leave the dining room. Grandma also was still there, she sat across from me, her fingers lightly tapping against the wooden table, a habit she had whenever she was deep in thought. The house was quiet now, the air thick with the remnants of an earlier tension that hadn’t quite settled.Then she spoke.“I wasn’t surprised to see him today,” she said, almost absently.I didn’t need to ask who she was talking about.I scoffed, leaning back in my chair. “Of course you weren’t. He always comes back.”“He’s still my son.”“He’s still a problem,” I countered. “Let me guess. He’s broke again, and now he’s come running back to his safety net.”Grandma gave me a sharp look, the kind that used to send fear down my spine as a kid. But I wasn’t a kid anymore. I was a grown man who had spent years cleaning up after my older brother’s messes, and I wasn’t about to start again.“Gabriel, I know your brother has made