Losing Ryker: The Billionaire's Second Chance のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

ZerahI stepped through the front door of the mansion, the familiar click of the lock echoing behind me, and let out a deep breath. The day had been long, bruised with boardroom drama and whispered gossip.Inside, Micah and Ryan sat cross-legged on the floor, crayons scattered across the carpet like confetti. They were completely absorbed in their drawing, Micah sketching colorful houses, and Ryan carefully detailing a dinosaur’s scales.The moment they saw me, they dropped their art supplies and sprinted over, their little feet pounding against the hardwood. They launched themselves at me, Micah hugging my knees, Ryan wrapping his arms around my waist, and I sank to the floor to gather them both in a big embrace.“Mommy!” they chorused, burying their faces into my shoulders. The smell of crayons and laughter was so familiar it felt like home.I leaned in and kissed the top of Micah’s head and the side of Ryan’s cheek. “Hey, my loves,” I murmured, lifting my face to give Micah a quick

Ryker I jolted upright, my breath tearing out of my lungs. Darkness filled my vision . My head was pounding, a dull ache that seemed to throb in time with my heartbeat. Tasting the bitterness in my mouth I fought the urge to cringe. Slowly but surely though, I felt myself adjusting. Sitting up, the darkness soon faded, giving a room melted around me. A dream. It was just a dream. Shutting my eyes, I drew a long, shaky breath. “This same dream…” I muttered to myself, dragging a hand through my hair. I still couldn't understand it. Why it started after years of dead silence. Why it had only served to become more frequent now. Most of all, what I understood most was who the hell was that mysterious woman? The room in my dreams, so vague yet familiar…I couldn't recognise it anywhere. From her voice to that room. Which was the difficult part. I had never been in a place like that before nor did I feel like I'd met anyone like that. It felt like I was being possessed, my

Ryker Jason was one of the most reliable people I had in Falloway Corporation. As the one of the youngest shareholders slightly younger than me, he'd been one of my greatest allies in my decisions and taking Falloway Cooperation to greater heights. He could have lived comfortably simply as a shareholder doing nothing, but he doubled as the head of Public Relations. He made Falloway Cooperation as his priority, taking charge of organisation in headquarters in my absence. He was passionate about stability and was passionate, not just about making profits but the company in an office itself. I understood that and reflected those same sentiments. That was why we worked so well together. Which was why I could understand why he was rightfully pissed. "You have any idea how far this has gone?" He snapped, walking towards me. He stopped before he could reach as though forcing himself back. With a grunt, he threaded his hand through his hair, tugging at it. My jaw clenched, but I took

ZerahI woke up earlier than usual, my body dragging itself out of bed before my alarm could even go off. My eyes burned slightly, probably from the lack of sleep. The conversation with Teresa last night had replayed in my mind like a broken record. The idea that my son was being bullied haunted me.The weight in my chest wouldn’t go away. I had to go to the school. I had to sort this out myself. No more brushing it under the rug, no more pretending everything was fine just because we were living in a house with marble floors.Everything in my life felt like a storm I couldn’t outrun. Every time I thought I could catch my breath, something came crashing in. First Ryker. Then this. And now? Now I was just tired.I pulled on a simple black blouse and jeans, something that looked presentable enough for a parent-teacher conversation. IThe silence of the house pressed against my ears as I walked the hallway until I reached their room. Cracking the door open, I peeked in. They were stil

Zerah The flashes from the cameras were blinding. They popped like tiny bursts of lightning, one after the other, each more jarring than the last. All around me, voices were firing questions like bullets. Reporters stood shoulder to shoulder and they were pressing in, microphones extended like weapons. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I could only remain frozen, caught in the storm. "Miss, do you have anything to say about Mr. Davidson’s actions?" one of them asked, his voice too loud and too sharp. Before I could even process it, another one stepped forward, shoving his mic inches from my mouth. "What kind of man do you believe Mr. Davidson really is?" My throat tightened. My hands trembled by my sides. I blinked rapidly, trying to find something, anything, to latch onto. But my mind had gone blank, wiped clean by the pressure, by the eyes, by the noise. I could hear myself breathing, shallow and erratic. Then, somehow, through the chaos, I managed to speak. "I..