The Billionaire She Rejected. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Riley’s POVMy alarm dragged me out of sleep earlier than I wanted. I groaned softly, stretching my hand across the bed to silence it. My eyes fluttered open, meeting the faint glow of dawn seeping through the curtains.For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, my mind running over yesterday’s events. The call from Aria, her question that I never answered, still echoed faintly in my chest. What if? The thought tugged at me again, stubborn as ever. But I shook it off and pushed myself up. Today was no ordinary day. Today, I was leaving the country with Michael.I slipped into the bathroom, splashing water on my face to chase away the last traces of sleep. The cold sting grounded me, sharpening my focus. By the time I stepped back into the room, my packed suitcase waited obediently by the door, a silent reminder that this wasn’t just another workday.I dressed quickly, choosing something comfortable yet professional for the flight. The last thing I wanted was to look unpre

Michael’s POVThe sky had already slipped into night, but the lights on the rooftop kept everything warm and glowing.Still, nothing shone as bright as the smile on Riley’s face. There was a sparkle in her eyes, one that made me feel strangely fulfilled knowing I was the reason behind it.She was talking about the silly things she did as a child, how curious she had been about everything. Each little story made her laugh, and somehow, I found myself smiling at every word.Her voice was still soft in the air when the beep of my phone broke through. I pulled it out and saw Grandma’s name on the screen. I answered immediately.We exchanged our usual greetings, but the moment I mentioned Riley was with me, she insisted on speaking to her. I handed Riley the phone and leaned back, watching the two of them fall into easy laughter and light chatter, like they’d known each other longer than a few months ago.When the call ended, it wasn’t me Grandma hung up on, but Riley. She didn’t even wait

Riley's POVI carried the package into my room and set it on the bed. My fingers hesitated for a second before I opened it, as if the box might hold something more than fabric. When the lid came off, my breath caught.The dress inside was more than beautiful. I lifted it gently, letting the fabric spilled over my hands, smooth and cool like water. For a moment, I just stood there, running my palm over it, as if touching it would prove it was really mine.Excitement bubbled up before I could stop it. I tossed the robe aside and slipped into the dress. It glided over my skin with such ease that it felt like it was meant to be on me. Only the line of hooks at the back held me up. I fumbled, stretching my arms but I could not fasten them. With the front secure, the rest hung loose, flowing to my toes. I sighed quietly, already knowing I would need Michael’s help.I slipped on the heels that matched the dress, picked up the clutch from the box, and turned to the mirror. For a moment, I did

Riley’s POVI opened my door and stepped into the living room. The kitchen sat open to the space, and there he was, Michael, leaning against the marble counter with a glass in his hand. His jacket lay tossed aside, his shirt half unbuttoned. For a second my gaze lingered before I forced it away. I crossed to the cutlery rack, picked up a knife, and aimed the blade at the seam of the dress near my underarm.I stretched the fabric, ready to slice through, when his voice broke the silence. “Riley, stop.”He rounded the counter and strode to me. His hand closed over mine and the knife was out of my grip before I could react; he flung it across the room. The blade clattered against the tiles. “What the hell is wrong with you?”My grip tightened around the fabric at my chest. “Am I not allowed to do that too?”He raked his fingers through his hair, frustration flashing in his eyes. “Why cut the dress when you could ask for help?”“I refuse to ask for help. Not from you.” My finger jabbed in

Riley’s POVI knocked again, a little harder this time. The sound echoed faintly in the quiet hallway. My knuckles trembled as they left the wood and I glanced down at myself. The sheet was still wrapped tightly around my chest. That was when it hit me how ridiculous I must look standing here, barefoot, wrapped in linen, my hair probably a mess. A flush rose up my neck. Maybe I should go back, freshen up, and pull myself together first.I had already started to turn when the door swung open.“Riley.”My body stiffened as I slowly turned back to face him. His hair was damp, drops of water sliding down to his collarbone. A towel hung low on his hips. The scent of his soap floated out from the doorway. My eyes betrayed me, dragging over his chest and the defined lines of his stomach before darting back up. He was watching me, a hint of a smile touching his lips, his eyes glinting with something playful and unreadable.I cleared my throat. Whatever I had rehearsed vanished from my mind li