All Chapters of The Billionaire She Rejected.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Riley's POV I wasn’t supposed to be there. I was not supposed to walk into the conference room so early, but I did. And I wasn’t supposed to see my boyfriend of three years, Eric, tangled between my boss’s legs on her desk, but I did. I stood in the doorway, frozen, watching the scene play out like a sick nightmare I could not wake up from. Her moans echoed in my ears, burning into my brain, branding me with betrayal. My heart didn’t just break, it splintered, slowly, painfully. I felt like I was outside my body, watching my entire world collapse in slow motion. Tears gushed out rapidly from my eyes, I pinched myself, in order to confirm that what I'm seeing is an illusion. But trust me,some truths are very hard to swallow. I was struggling so hard to breath, my heart aches so painfully, as if it was about to burst from my chest. They didn’t even notice me at first. They were so lost in their ecstasy. He was too deep in the moment, in her. I dropped the reports I was ho

Riley's POV: Few hours later, I was staring at my reflection, barely recognizing the woman staring back at me. Smoky eyes, hair falling in soft waves, the red dress clinging to my figure like second skin, as if it was made for this exact night. “Damn,” I whispered. Aria appeared behind me, lipstick in hand. Dressed to ten as well. “Now say it like you mean it.” “I look hot.” “Hotter than Celeste in a house fire,” she winked, offering a high five. “Let’s go.” We laughed out loudly as we strolled out from my apartment. **** At the Club: Velvet Room was not just a name, it was a fantasy. Dark floors, chandeliers dripping with crystals, and music that crawled under your skin in the best way. We walked in like we belonged there, Aria’s heels clicking with purpose, my heart thudding like it hadn’t since... before everything. The waiter led us to a booth tucked at the edge of the main lounge, private enough to breathe, close enough to the music to feel it vibrate through the fl

Michael’s POV I stared at the closed door long after she walked out. Riley Jordan. A name I had learned before the night even ended, yet somehow, I had not expected her to leave me like that, without hesitation, or even a second thoughts. I’d had women walk in on me, cry for me, strip for me. But never walk out on me, not after a night like that. A sour grin pulled at my lips as I looked down at the torn check fragments on the ground. She really did it, tore it like it meant nothing, like I meant nothing. People know better than to walk away from me. I walked over to the window, pulled the curtain aside, and watched her disappear into the crowd below. Head high, back straight, like a damn storm in heels, exuding strength and rage. So effortlessly seductive What intrigues me wasn’t just the sex. It was her fire, the way she refused to bend, even in her most vulnerable state, she had claws. I wanted to know what made her burn like that. ****** Two hours later, I sat in my o

Riley's POV I 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 EVICTION Effective 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 h

Riley's POV I 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