All Chapters of The Billionaire She Rejected.: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lana’s POV I stood rooted in front of the hotel entrance, my lips tightening as I replayed the scene that just unfolded. That girl, Riley, hadn’t hesitated to clap back at me as if we were equals. As if she belonged in my world. Even though she carried herself with confidence, I knew we weren’t on the same level. Not even in status, background, or power. I should have dismissed her as another passing fling, yet the way Michael stood by her, unshaken even after her embarrassment, struck a nerve. My gut twisted at the thought. I had long assumed Michael and Sienna were together, or at least orbiting each other in that strange obsessive pattern everyone knew so well. If he was no longer entertaining her, why on earth was he wasting time with Riley? A nobody who dared to make a scene. I pulled my phone from my clutch, the thought of calling Sienna flashing across my mind. She would explode the second she heard about this, and part of me wanted to see it happen. But then another tho

Lana’s POVI sat by the edge of the room, gazing out through the wide glass window that overlooked the city below. The sunset had painted the skyline in gold and orange, spreading a calm warmth that touched every corner it reached. The cars looked small from where I sat, their headlights flickering to life one after another as the evening deepened.I checked the time again, my heart picking up with every passing minute. I had come much earlier than planned, but I didn’t mind. It was better to wait than to rush in late and unprepared. I wanted everything about this moment to be right.My fingers toyed with the hem of my dress, adjusting and smoothing it in the same spot over and over. It was pointless, but I needed something to do with my hands. The stillness of the room was too heavy otherwise.Tonight, I had finally decided to tell Michael how I felt. Just thinking about it made my pulse quicken. I wasn’t the kind of woman who confessed her feelings first, but Michael was not the kin

Michael’s POVI pushed open the door to the penthouse and stepped inside. The quiet hum of the city filtered faintly through the glass walls. After a day of nonstop meetings, all I wanted was a few hours of quiet.Then I saw her.Riley was stretched out on the sofa in the living room, fast asleep, a book resting loosely on her chest. The soft rhythm of her breathing filled the stillness of the room. The sight drew a faint smile to my lips.I stepped over and reached for the book. My hand barely touched it when she stirred. Reflexively, she swatted me away and sat up, hair messy, eyes half-closed.“Easy, love. I don’t bite,” I said, raising my hands slightly in mock surrender.When her eyes finally focused on me, the tension in her shoulders eased. “You’re back,” she murmured, her voice still heavy with sleep.Before I could respond, she reached out with both arms and pulled me in. I didn’t hesitate. I slipped into the embrace easily, letting my arms circle her small frame. The faint s

Riley’s POVI got a message from Michael immediately I finished dressing up. At times I wonder if he has a tracker on me. He told me to meet him on the thirty-second floor of the building.I checked myself in the mirror. Maybe it was just my ego, but I looked exceptionally good today. The two-piece outfit fit perfectly, hugging in the right places and giving me enough confidence to face anything today. After one last touch to my hair, I grabbed my purse and left the room, walking straight to the elevator.The soft hum of the elevator filled the silence as I descended, my reflection flickering faintly on the metallic doors. My heartbeat quickened with every floor number that blinked past. I knew my nerves were catching up with me because I was already overthinking how to face the new people I’d be meeting today. I’d done this countless times, yet the tension never seemed to fade. It only disappeared once I began the presentation, especially when I became so absorbed in explaining my st

Riley’s POV "Alright..." I began, taking a deep breath before diving into everything that had happened, from when we came back from the vacation, the project I handled, and the idea I had poured my entire soul into, only for it to be stolen and published by another company. I told her about the sleepless nights, the confrontation, and how Michael stood by me, defended me, and even went against the board for my sake. I explained the suspension, the chaos that followed, and then the mysterious death of the only link that could have connected us to the mastermind behind it all, since the tech department still hasn’t figured out who helped wipe the camera records. Aria’s face changed with every word I said, shifting from disbelief to fury, then to sympathy. By the time I finished, she just stared at me, her chest rising and falling like she was holding something in. Then, without a word, she stretched out her arms and pulled me into a tight embrace. "I'm so sorry you had to go t