Semua Bab He Divorced Me, I Marry A Bigger Billionaire!: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Henry’s POV“I’m your blind date,” she said smoothly, her hazel eyes sparkling in the soft light.A blind date? What the hell was she talking about? I came here for Aaliyah not some blind date. Confusion swirled as I stared at her.“You’ve got the wrong guy,” I mumbled tightly as my hands gripped the edge of the table and I leaned back, creating a distance between us.“I’m waiting for someone else. This is a mistake.”She tilted her head and her lips curved into a smile that was both playful and predatory as her manicured nails tapped lightly on the table. “Oh, come on, don’t play coy,” she teased. “It’s me, Stacy. We talked yesterday, remember? You were so… eager to meet.” She pulled out her phone, her long nails clicking against the screen as she scrolled in deliberate movements, like she was savoring my discomfort. “Here, look. Your number, our call. You can’t deny it now.”I leaned forward and my throat went dry as she turned the phone toward me. The call log was unmistakable

Aaliyah’s POVI sat at the head of a polished mahogany table, my sapphire blazer sharp against my frame and my blonde hair swept into a sleek updo. Across from me were two of the city’s most esteemed persons, their tailored suits and calculating eyes sizing me up as I wrapped up a two-hour pitch for our latest campaign. “Ms. Hayes,” Mr. Caldwell, the older investor, called with his gravelly voice cutting through the room’s hum, “your projections are ambitious, though risky, but compelling. We’ll review the numbers and get back to you by next week.”I smiled, my lips curving with a practiced blend of warmth and steel. “I appreciate your consideration, gentlemen. Elevations thrive on bold moves—it’s why we’re leading the industry. I’m confident you’ll see the value in partnering with us.”They stood and we exchanged handshakes.“We’ll be in touch,” that was Ms. Lin, the younger investor. “Your reputation precedes you, Ms. Hayes. It’s clear why.”I nodded, holding their gazes until th

Henry’s POVThe club’s bass thumped through the dimly lit VIP lounge, a pulsing rhythm that matched the pounding in my head. The secluded corner I’d reserved—tucked away behind velvet curtains and a discreet bouncer—was my sanctuary tonight, just like other nights but apart from yesterday.I leaned back as the amber glow of the overhead lights caught the whiskey in my glass, my third—or was it fourth?—of the night. I didn’t care. I needed to drown it all. I downed the drink in one go, the burn searing my throat like a welcomed distraction from the ache in my chest.I signaled the waiter, a young guy with a practiced smile, who slid another glass in front of me without a word. “Keep ‘em coming,” I muttered roughly as I waved vaguely. He nodded, disappearing into the shadows and leaving me alone with my thoughts, which was the last thing I wanted. The club’s noise felt distant, like I was underwater, sinking deeper with every sip.Today was a disaster. A fresh wound.I had started

Aurora’s POVMy heart pounded as he launched himself off the bed swiftly despite the whiskey haze. Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist with a grip like iron, and yanked the knife from my hand, tossing it to the floor with a clatter. His face was a storm of fear and rage. His hazel eyes were bloodshot and his breath ragged as he loomed over me.“Are you insane?!” he roared as he clenched into fists, his chest heaving. “You were going to kill me? My life just flashed before my eyes, and you’re standing there with a damn knife?”I scoffed and curled my lips into a smirk despite the adrenaline coursing through me. My blonde hair fell into my face as I straightened, refusing to back down. “Calm down, Henry,” I said, though my pulse raced. “Kill you? Please. I wasn’t going to end you—just give you a little cut, a reminder not to cross me. Looks like it worked, doesn’t it? You’re shaking like a leaf.”His face darkened and his jaw tightened. His eyes burnt with an anger that match

Lisa’s POVI pushed the door open and stepped into my apartment, dropping my bag on the console by the wall.God, I was exhausted. My entire body felt like lead. Sex on an office desk might sound exciting, but in reality, it was hell on your back—and your emotions.I kicked off my heels without caring where they landed. I didn’t even bother to pick them up. My blouse came off first, then my skirt, until I was left in just my underwear as I trudged to the bathroom.I peeled those off too before stepping under the warm spray of the shower.The water hit me instantly, loosening my tense muscles, washing away the faint smell of Kaito that still clung to me. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and traced my fingers on the marks Kaito left on me.Three on my neck. One on my right boob.I closed my eyes, letting the steam fill the bathroom as I scrubbed myself gently but thoroughly, as if I could erase him from my skin.When I finally stepped out, I felt lighter. Still tired, but… cleane