All Chapters of Betrayed By Ex, Loved By My Billionaire Boss : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Regina's POV The next morning, my phone buzzed nonstop, but I ignored it all—except one message from Nicholas: We need to talk. Now.!My gut twisted upon seeing that message. After Jenna's warning last night, I wasn't sure if I should run to him or run from him. But I knew I couldn't wait.I met him in the conference room—the one that had become a battlefield more than a place for business. He looked different: tired eyes, clenched jaw, a man juggling too many secrets."Regina," he said, voice low, "we don't have much time. Mary's playing for keeps, and Jenna's right — you're in the crosshairs."I bristled. "Thanks for the heads-up. You think I don't know? You're the one who keeps quiet when she tries to humiliate me in meetings."His eyes flashed with something I didn't expect—regret? "I'm handling it in my way. Publicly punishing Mary would only make things worse. You're smarter than I thought—you see the chessboard, but you don't see the pieces I'm protecting."I crossed my arms,

Regina's POVI was halfway through my second espresso when I got the text.Be ready? What did she mean?I barely had time to dwell on it. My inbox pinged again—this time with a forwarded email. From Cassandra.She'd sent an anonymous tip to HR. Accusing me of "impropriety with upper management" and "possible conflict of interest."I couldn't even be mad.This was the move. She wanted to force my hand. Make me panic. Resign. Beg Nicholas to rescue me.But I wasn't the same woman I'd been weeks ago. I printed out the email, highlighted the phrasing, and walked straight to Jenna's office.She didn't even look surprised."Close the door," she said calmly.I did. I was still so shocked at Nicholas's visit last night and the things he'd said. But now this?She stood up from her desk and faced me. "This isn't your first war, is it?"I blinked. "Excuse me?""You heard me. You're too calm. Most women would be crying or threatening lawsuits.""I did the crying part already," I muttered. "Bathro

Regina's POVThe invitation came in a sleek black envelope, sealed with gold wax. Cassandra was nothing if not dramatic.You're cordially invited to an exclusive evening at the Whitmore Estate.It was less an invitation, more a power move. I could practically hear her purring as she wrote it, imagining me walking into her lion's den, unarmed.But I wasn't unarmed. Not anymore.I wore a dark green velvet dress—elegant, understated, and powerful. My makeup was minimal, my heels sharp enough to kill. I didn't come to impress. I came to intimidate.The Whitmore Estate looked like a castle dropped into the hills—tall gates, glowing chandeliers, and valet boys who looked terrified of scratching a single bumper. I handed one my keys and stepped out.Inside, the crowd was glittering, polished, and fake. Investors, board members, influencers. All sipping champagne and whispering behind manicured hands.And then I saw her."Cassandra?" I rolled my eyes in disbelief.Her dress was blood-red and

Regina's POV I barely made it two steps into the office when Jenna cornered me.She didn't say anything at first—just leaned against the wall near the elevator, arms crossed, eyes cool and unreadable. The same expression she wore when she knew something everyone else didn't. And judging by the way she was watching me now, she knew something dangerous."Morning," I said, brushing past her."Regina," she called, low and steady. "You got a minute?"I turned, my hand still on the elevator button. "What is it?"Jenna gave a small smile that didn't touch her eyes. "You should really watch your back."I blinked. "Excuse me?""I'm just saying," she said, her tone syrupy and polite. "There's a lot going on in this office. People talk. Eyes watch. You don't want to be caught off guard."The elevator dinged, but I ignored it. "Is this your subtle way of threatening me?""No, sweetheart." She stepped closer. "It's my subtle way of warning you. I actually like you. You're smart... too smart to ge

Behind Closed DoorsRegina's POVThe words stuck with me. "The moment they try to take you down."It wasn't just paranoia. It wasn't Cassandra being bitter or Mary playing office queen. This was deeper—darker.And Nicholas... he knew something. Something he wouldn't say. I didn't sleep that night. My mind spun in endless circles, replaying every look, every whisper, every offhanded comment over the past few weeks. Suddenly, all the subtle shade made sense. I was being watched. Targeted.And I wasn't going to wait around to be blindsided.The next morning, I took the earliest train to meet Peter—the family friend who'd mentioned the startup his cousin was building. A fintech app focused on real estate investments. Small team, smart idea, solid traction. Exactly the kind of side hustle I needed—my backup plan in case the walls at Grantham started to close in."You sure you want to do this?" Peter asked, sliding me a non-disclosure agreement over the table at the café."I'm sure," I said