Taming Mr Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Vanessa’s POVThe sky was a mix of blue and grey as I drove into Liam’s school, one hand steady on the wheel of my new car, the other nervously tapping against my thigh. The voices from the radio played faintly in the background, but I wasn’t paying attention. My mind was too full. Of headlines, of whispers, of the way Edward’s jaw had clenched when he read the article, and how Tobias’s calm warning still echoed in my ears.The new body guards Cole and Harris, were also seated in the car. Harris was my body guard and he sat with me in front, while Cole was for Liam and he sat with Liam as well.“Mommy?” Liam asked from the back seat, holding his little backpack with both hands. “Will Aunt Mandi come back soon?”I smiled through the ache in my chest. “Yeah, baby. Maybe in a few weeks. We’ll call her after school, okay?”He nodded and glanced out the window, eyes tired despite his energy. I could tell he was trying to be brave.When I parked, Bella was already standing near the sidewa

Edward POVSounds hovered around my glass office but it did little to soothe my nerves. Monday Sun reflected through my floor-to-ceiling, causing a bright glow in the atmosphere but I barely noticed it.I was on my third espresso. And it wasn’t helping.My team sat clustered around a conference table outside, crunching timelines and coordinating digital trails, combing through every email and transaction related to Dean Mercer.Dean Mercer. That son of a bitch.Forty million dollars. Gone in a matter of weeks through backdoor code written by a junior IT analyst Dean had groomed and manipulated. My company had tracked and recovered fifteen million of it, and now the rest was God knows where, possibly crypto wallets in countries without extradition laws.I leaned back in my chair, running my hands through my hair.How come I didn’t see it sooner. Dean had always played the role of the charming, ambitious executive. He’d fooled a lot of people. But what got to me most, was that he near

Daniel POVI wish I never came here.But that feeling of emptiness, the scent of booze and vodka, drew me in like a moth to flame. The glow of Velvet Orchid in front of me, felt like a confession booth that I needed to drown my thoughts in.I approached the private lounge and sat at the bar for what felt like hours. Immediately, the bartender, recognized my face.“Same again?” she asked kindly.“Yeah,” I replied, knowing it’d be double. Clean break? I was nowhere near that. Vanessa and I hadn’t spoken in days. No text, no call. The silence was like a fracture down my spine.Lena walked in, my favorite dancer. Lust edged desperation. I ordered more.She smiled at me during her set: bright, confident, intoxicating. I watched her move across the stage hoops. Traces of Vanessa lingering everywhere. Men applauded; I just wanted her next to me.Glass after glass, I felt warmer. I wanted release, comfort, something real.Lena got off the stage and approached me, moving closer till she was se

Vanessa’s POVAll publicity is good publicity. I never believed this statement till I saw the numbers of clients that swarmed the fashion house when I got there. Physical and online clients, coming to buy ready made and custom pieces from ‘Queens by VC’I never knew the blog scandals could have a positive impact on my fashion house. I approached my office and my personal assistant brought some cards in, from some of the people who came in to make a purchases.I took the cards and read one out.“We love you Vanessa, don’t listen to the haters. You’re amazing! Love your hair too x.”A smile formed on my face. It felt nice to know there were still people out there who didn’t believe the media.I left my office and went into the main studio. Some customers wanted my opinion on their choices, some needed custom pieces and wanted me to design them.It felt nice to be surrounded by people who saw your value, who saw what you had to offer.These consultation went on for hours. Time passed by

Edward’s POVThe fluorescent lights in the interrogation room blinked multiple times, illuminating Dean Mercer’s face as he sat there looking tired, defeated, broken. His female assistant was in the opposite room, getting questioned as well. The sound of his breathing was the only thing filling up the silence, with mixed feelings of fear and regret. I stood across the table, hands already hardened into fists at my sides, trying to steady myself. I just got back from checking on Vanessa at her fashion house, capturing the fabric of her creativity, her spark that both awed and shocked me. Now I was back here, at the center of a betrayal that cut deeper than any bullet wound.The Detective hovered in the corner, arms crossed. He didn’t need to say anything; his presence alone radiated complacent professionalism. My private investigator was right on time too, coming into the room.Dean shifted in his seat, eyes darting to me. “Mr. Silver, I… I was told to do it. Rodrigo said—he said you w