All Chapters of Betrayed By Ex, Loved By My Billionaire Boss : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Regina's POVThe moment I saw her, I knew I wasn't hallucinating. It was Cassandra waltzing into the building like she hadn't burned every bridge behind her.Hair flawless. Heels sharp enough to stab. A smug smile carved into her face like she'd just landed a million-dollar deal.I stood frozen near the elevator, clutching my coffee like it could shield me from her venom."You look... refreshed," she purred, eyes sweeping me from head to toe. "Nicholas always did have a thing for polished brunettes."I didn't flinch. "And you always did have a thing for slinking back after getting thrown out.""Thrown out?" She laughed, stepping closer. "Darling, I was never really gone. Just biding my time."Security should've banned her. HR should've locked her out. But somehow, some idiot had let her back in—for a "final exit meeting," according to her smug little speech. Right. And I was Queen of England.I marched straight to Nicholas's office, every step a silent prayer that he hadn't invited he

Regina's POVBy morning, the startup team had doubled down. A fresh email blinked in my inbox with the subject line, Let's Talk Equity.I stared at it like it was a proposal from another dimension.I couldn't sit still. I slipped out during my lunch break, hopped in a cab, and headed to a cozy little café where I'd agreed to meet Ethan, my friend and the startup's co-founder. He was already at a corner table, laptop open, sleeves rolled up."Regina," he said, standing to hug me. "I've never seen someone shut down a White and walk away standing. You're a legend now."I smirked. "Is that why you're offering me shares?""No," he said, eyes serious. "I'm offering because you make things happen. And because you're wasted in that corporate crypt."He slid a folder across the table. Inside papers, numbers, outlines of a real role. Head of Operations, Co-founder in all but name. Flexible schedule, remote when needed, and full creative control."Think about it," he said. "We're not promising c

Regina's POVThey thought they had me cornered.That leaked video, the kiss with Nicholas...it was certainly their final move. Their desperate attempt to drag me through the mud one last time.It was everywhere. Social media, the News channels, even the morning shows.I knew now that I was done playing nice.I stood at the press conference podium in a fitted navy suit, hair slicked back, a predator in lipstick.Cameras flashed. The room buzzed like a nest of hornets. I took a deep breath. And burned everything down."Let's not pretend we don't know how this works," I said into the mic, voice calm but electric. "When a man is powerful and passionate, he's called a leader. When a woman is both? She's called a whore."A murmur rippled through the audience."Well, I'm not here to defend myself," I continued. "I'm here to make a statement."Lights clicked and flash from cameras."Yes, I'm in a relationship with Nicholas Langston. No, it did not get me this job. My work did. My grit did. My

Regina's POV Dinner Date I wasn't planning on wearing red. But when I saw it, the sleek, backless dress hanging in the boutique window after work. I walked in, tried it on, and bought it without hesitation.Because if the world insisted on watching me and Nicholas like a scandalous soap opera, I might as well give them a show.Dinner tonight wasn't supposed to be official. Just a quiet table at a discreet rooftop spot downtown. But with the way things had escalated, it suddenly felt like... more.A power move, one could even say it was like a line in the sand.When I walked into the restaurant, heads turned. Some recognized me from the LinkedIn post. Others just knew I didn't look like someone who got tossed aside.Nicholas was already there, in a black suit that fit him like sin and command.His eyes widened when he saw me. "You wore red.""You like it?" I asked, sitting across from him.His gaze was molten. "That's not the word I'd use."We ordered wine. The waiter disappeared. Th

Regina's POV I arrived at work in full armor.Not actual metal, but the sharpest navy pantsuit I owned, paired with a white blouse that said I'm calm and heels that screamed try me. If Mary wanted to play snakes and ladders, I'd show her I was the damn board.Nicholas had texted me earlier:"There's going to be movement today. Eyes open."That was all. Cryptic as hell.I stepped out of the elevator and nearly ran straight into Jenna."Good," she muttered, looping her arm through mine before I could say a word. "Come with me.""I have a meeting—""You'll want to skip it."She led me to a quiet corner of the breakroom, where she pulled out her phone and showed me a photo.It was grainy but clear enough. Mary. Sitting at a restaurant. Having lunch with Mr. Caldwell, one of the silent board members. One of the very men who had voted to place me under review.My stomach flipped."That's from two weeks ago," Jenna whispered. "Before your 'review' was ever brought up. She's not just getting