Semua Bab The Weight of Us: A Billionaire Romance Story : Bab 1 - Bab 10

I wasn't supposed to be here- hell, even the job offer said so, but I was down for anything. Sterling Capital Group was a company that commanded respect from everyone in New York City. It was not just any company, it was a powerhouse, one that could make or destroy careers. I could not sleep on such an offer. I had waited for this day all summer and I couldn't believe I finally got a call back from a company of such caliber. I realized that the little proceedings from my family business could no longer cut it for me.I arrived at the company at 7:30. The interview was scheduled for 8:00, so I was right on time. The company building screamed luxury. It was the definition of first class, its roof touching the skies. From just looking, you could tell it had more than 25 floors. Honestly speaking, it was the biggest building I had ever seen.I showed up in my best clothes- or so I thought. My cheap heels, my scruffy button-up top, and my thrifted pants stood nothing close to the outfits I

Nora's POVMy hands curl into fists as I pace the length of the office, my heels sinking slightly into the plush carpet. I know I shouldn’t let this get to me—I shouldn’t care what Adrian Sterling thinks of me. But the words I overheard last night refuse to leave my head."I don’t have time to entertain some charity case."The cold dismissal in his voice had sent a sharp sting through my chest. I had only gone to grab a report from his office when I heard him speaking on the phone. I hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but when I heard my own name—when I heard that—I couldn’t walk away."You think I care? She won’t last a month."I stop pacing and press my lips together to keep the bitterness from spilling out. The arrogance. The sheer audacity of him.I clench my jaw. Fine. If that’s how he sees me, let’s see how much he enjoys my company now.The door swings open, and Adrian strides in, looking effortlessly composed in his dark suit. His sharp gaze flicks to me, registering my presence, but

Adrian’s POV Last night was a mistake. At least, that’s what I’ve been telling myself since I stepped into my office this morning. Yet, no matter how many times I replay it in my head, I can’t shake the feel of her against me—the warmth of her skin, her beautiful ocean eyes, the way her breath hitched when I pulled her close. The way she looked at me. Like I was something more than the arrogant bastard she despises. I exhale sharply, dragging a hand through my hair. Enough. This isn’t some foolish romance. I don’t crave anyone, and certainly not a woman who gets under my skin like she does. But then why the hell can’t I stop thinking about her? My fingers tighten around the pen in my hand, the muscles in my forearm flexing. The lingering scent of her perfume—something soft, almost sweet—still clings to my mind. I should’ve never asked her to dance. Never let myself get that close. I glance at the massive windows behind my desk, the skyline of New York stretched out before me. I

CHAPTER SEVEN Nora's POV I was just returning from my meeting with Adrian with a few files clutched to my chest when I saw her—Vivienne Laurent—standing by my desk like she owned the damn floor. She was dressed in sleek designer black, her heels clicking against the marble like a ticking bomb. Her eyes, sharp as glass, lifted the moment she saw me."There you are," she said smoothly, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "I was wondering if you were avoiding me."I forced a polite smile and kept walking until I was beside her. "Is there something you need, Miss Laurent?"She chuckled. "Oh, it's Vivienne, darling. No need to be so formal." Her eyes dropped to the files in my hand. "Hard at work, I see. Adrian must be… keeping you busy."There was a beat of silence before she leaned closer, her tone dipping just enough to signal that this wasn’t going to be a friendly chat."Let’s talk privately."Without waiting for my response, she turned and walked toward the empty conference ro

CHAPTER NINE Adrian’s POVIt was strange, the calm that followed chaos. Like the silence after a thunderclap, or the quiet hum of city lights when you roll the window up. That’s how I felt this morning—oddly calm. It should’ve bothered me, how Nora managed to pull something out of me last night. A memory I hadn’t voiced in over a decade. But it didn’t. Not really.I felt lighter.And that alone made me suspicious of her. Of myself.Nora Sinclair was a contradiction. She talked too much and yet somehow managed to say the things no one else dared to. She was soft and stubborn. Annoying and magnetic. Every time I was around her, I found myself reacting—not calculating. That unsettled me.We closed work early today to prepare for the business trip. She had mountains of paperwork to submit before leaving, and I had more meetings than my calendar could breathe through. But sometime around 4PM, I told everyone to wrap it up. No need to impress me with their loyalty. I didn’t care. They were