Semua Bab The Billionaire She Rejected.: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I wasn’t supposed to be there.I wasn’t supposed to walk into the conference room early.And I damn sure wasn’t supposed to see my boyfriend of three years buried between my boss’s legs, her manicured nails digging into his shoulders as she moaned his name like it was hers to keep.But I did.I saw it all, every sickening second.Frozen in the doorway, I became a ghost. Air fled my lungs. My heart stopped. Time bent around me as if even it wanted to shield me from what I was witnessing.But nothing could soften the blow.The desk. The papers. Her heels half-off. His belt somewhere on the floor. Her, Celeste, my boss, gripping the edge of her desk like she owned the building, and him, Eric, moving like he hadn’t spent three years telling me I was the only one.Her moans kept echoing in my ears long after they stopped.The betrayal was so loud I couldn’t hear myself breathe.My hands shook. I pinched myself, hard, praying this was a hallucination. A twisted dream.It wasn’t.Some truths

Riley’s POVI barely recognized the woman staring back at me.Smoky eyes. Loose waves down my shoulders. The red dress hugged my body like it had been tailored to my pain. It didn’t just fit, it declared.“Damn,” I whispered.Aria popped into the reflection behind me, lipstick in hand, grinning like chaos in heels.“Say it like you mean it.”“I look hot.”“Hotter than Celeste in a house fire,” she grinned, holding up a high-five. “Let’s go.”We laughed. Loud. Almost real. And we walked out like we had nothing to lose, because maybe we didn’t.****At Velvet RoomVelvet Room wasn’t just a club. It was fantasy made flesh, dark marble floors, chandeliers dripping like frozen fire, and music that crawled through your veins.We didn’t walk in. We arrived.The waiter led us to a booth tucked into the shadows, private, but close enough to feel the music pulsing in our bones.Aria grinned. “What’s your poison?”“Something strong. Something that makes me forget Eric and Celeste ever existed.”

Michael’s POVI stared at the door long after she walked out.Riley Jordan.A name I’d learned before the night even ended. But I hadn’t expected her to leave like that. No hesitation. No glance back.I’ve had women cry for me. Undress for me. Obsess over me.But none had ever walked away.Not after a night like that.A sour smirk pulled at my lips as I looked down at the check, ripped into pieces like it meant nothing.Like I meant nothing.No one does that to me.No one walks away from me.I walked over to the window, pulled the curtain aside, and watched her disappear into the crowd. Head held high. Back rigid. A goddamn storm in heels.And something inside me shifted.It wasn’t just the sex.It was the way she refused to bend.Even drugged. Even raw. She had teeth. Fire.She had no idea how rare that was.And I wanted to know what made her burn like that.****Two Hours LaterI sat in my office, thumbing through the dossier my investigator had dropped off.Riley Jordan.Age: 25.F

Riley's POVI trudged up the stairs, a paper bag of groceries pressed against my chest, my feet sore and my head pounding from a day that had already drained every ounce of strength in me.The moment I reached my door, something stiff brushed against my knuckles.I blinked.A paper.Folded and taped to my door.I let the grocery bag drop to the floor with a soft thud and pulled the paper free.At first, the words didn't register. My eyes scanned the first few lines again. Then again.NOTICE OF EVICTIONEffective immediately. You have seven days to leave the premises.Due to change of property ownership and re-evaluation of tenant eligibility...I didn't read the rest.My knees buckled."Seven days? My heart skipped a beat."I stumbled back leaning against the wall, clutching the paper as if squeezing it would change the words printed on it. My vision blurred. My breath hitched."No, no, no..." I whispered, sliding down the wall until I was sitting on the hallway floor, the cold seepi

Riley's POVI had barely recovered from the emotional whiplash of Michael's visit when the doorbell rang again. My stomach tightened. I wasn't expecting anyone, and after the day I'd had, I wasn't in the mood for surprises.I opened the door... and my heart sank."Eric?"He stood there like he still had a right to look that confident, hands in his pockets, eyes soft with feigned regret, like a man who had dropped his keys instead of my heart."Riley," he said, voice dipped in guilt I didn't buy for a second. "Can we talk?"I stared at him, unable to believe the audacity. He looked good, like betrayal didn't wrinkle a man's face. Same crisp shirt, same boyish smirk. But something about him felt... cheap now."There is nothing to talk about," I said flatly, crossing my arms.His shoulders slumped, like I was the one being unreasonable."I made a mistake," he said. "Celeste...didn't mean anything to me."I laughed, sharp and humorless. "You threw away three years for a woman who signs my