All Chapters of The Billionaire She Rejected.: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Sienna’s POVWe arrived at the station, and the officers guided me through the corridors with stiff faces that made my stomach twist even more. They led me inside the interrogation room, a plain space with white walls and a metal table that felt colder than the air in the room.I sat down and folded my hands on my lap, trying to steady the tremble in my fingers. My chest rose and fell too quickly, and the sound of my heartbeat felt louder than the buzzing light above me.The officer sat opposite me, set a recorder on the table, and pressed a button. It beeped loudly. I jumped a little before I could stop myself. His eyes flicked up at the reaction, and I cursed the show of weakness in my mind.He leaned forward and stated my rights clearly. He told me I could request an attorney or choose to speak for myself.I lifted my chin and told him I would handle the questioning myself. I believed that whatever accusation they wanted to drag up, I could talk my way through it. I had done it cou

Michael’s POVI parked close to Riley’s house and stayed inside my car longer than I should have. The place looked bigger than in picture, a quiet bungalow with wide windows and clean cream walls that seemed to glow under the early evening light. The blinds were half drawn and I could see the soft reflection of the lights inside. Every now and then, a shadow moved behind them and my chest tightened each time. I knew it was her. I had been sitting out here for over an hour, watching the house like a man who had lost his sense of direction.I kept telling myself to get out, walk to the door, and clear whatever that needs to be cleared. But my hand refused to touch the door handle. I did not know if it was nerves or fear or the kind of dread a man feels when he knows he might lose something important again. I hated that feeling. It settled in my stomach and refused to leave.I had faced investors, hostile board members, and the entire world’s judgement, yet I could not gather myself en

Riley’s POVI woke up and let out a yawn that echoed through the room. My hand moved almost instinctively as I pushed down the blanket and peeked at my stomach. I smiled and rubbed my belly slowly. It had become my daily ritual, the first thing I do before I even step off the bed. Something about it steadies me. It reminds me that I am not alone anymore.After giving the baby a proper good morning, I forced myself up and walked into the bathroom. The warm water woke me fully and by the time I finished freshening up, I felt ready and strong for the day, which felt like a small blessing.When I stepped back into my room, I stilled for a moment. A bouquet of fresh roses sat neatly on my bedside table. Bright, full, wrapped in a ribbon like someone took their time with it. My lips twitched into a smile I tried to fight, mostly because I already knew who they were from.I walked toward it and picked the bouquet up slowly. I inhaled the fresh smell, then I plucked the small card from betw

Sienna's POVThe moment I opened my eyes, the ceiling greeted me with its usual dull color. It felt like the walls had grown colder overnight, almost as if they were silently reminding me of what today is. My court hearing. The one thing I have been dreading since the moment I opened my eyes in this hospital bed.My stomach tightened from fear. If I had any way to slip out of this place without being caught, I would have taken it.I would run far away and not look back. Instead, I lay here counting the seconds, listening to the steady tick of the tiny clock on the wall. Each tick pushed me closer to the moment my life might change in a way I cannot undo.People keep telling me I should stay calm for the baby, but I honestly do not care. This pregnancy was never about wanting a child. It was a strategy that did not go as planned. A tool that slipped out of my hands. I had thought I knew what I was doing, but look at me now, lying here with nothing but the consequences of my misdeed wr

Sienna’s POVI stared out through the window of my room again, even though there was nothing new to see. The view had become so familiar that it no longer felt like anything. It had been one month of house arrest. One month of being monitored like a child. One month of feeling as if my entire life had been forced into a small, predictable loop that refused to change.My days followed the same dull pattern.Mornings were for whatever food they brought, resting, and doing the exercises the doctor approved.Afternoon felt even slower, filled with more resting and staring at the walls until my mind drifted.Evening was the only time that felt slightly different. I was allowed to walk around the garden for exactly two hours while an officer kept an eye on me, and once the time was up, I had to go back inside whether I wanted to or not.Everything in my life followed a schedule now. It was as if someone had taken control of every part of my day and I was just going along with it because I