All Chapters of The Billionaire She Rejected.: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Michael’s POVI woke up feeling drained, and I knew the late night meeting was the reason. The video call dragged longer than planned, and it pushed straight into the early hours of the morning. No wonder I ended up waking later than I usually do. My head felt so heavy.When I reached for my phone, the screen lit up with a long list of missed calls and messages from Riley. For a moment, my heart skipped a beat. She never called me that many times unless something was wrong. My mind jumped straight to the worst possibilities before I even opened a single text.I quickly called her back, praying I had not missed something important.The phone rang several times, and each unanswered ring heightened the tension further. She still did not pick up, and the anxiousness crawled all over me. I stood up immediately and started dressing, thinking of the faster route to follow and reach her place. I kept calling her repeatedly, wondering why she was not picking when she clearly tried to reach me

Riley’s POVOur lips brushed lightly by mistake, which sent a warmth jolt through me. Before I could even pull away or pretend it did not happen, he leaned in, brushing my mouth again like he was checking if I would stop him. I did not stop him or even think of doing so. When his lips finally settled on mine in a slow, deep kiss, something inside me loosened. I leaned in without hesitation, responding like this was something I had been denying myself for too long.I did not know how my hands ended up behind his neck, holding him closer as if I owned every second of the moment, but I knew one thing with absolute certainty. I did not want the kiss to end. Not when it felt like all the feelings I had been trying to bury were clawing their way back.I pulled back a little just to catch my breath, but the moment air touched my lips, I leaned in again. This time I kissed him first. The heat in my chest grew and spread through me. It felt like a dam breaking, and I had no strength to h

Riley’s POVI was going through the fifth draft of the plan I mapped out for one of my clients, the one who seems determined to drain the very life out of me. I have never handled a client who demanded this much. Every time I thought the project was perfect, he found a new detail to complain about. The only reason I had not blocked him everywhere was because the pay was heavy enough to make me tolerate his endless corrections. So I kept scrolling through each section again, trying to spot anything that might spark another round of back and forth.The untouched snacks beside me reminded me that I had been at this for hours. Normally I would have finished them by now, but I wanted to complete this draft and get it out of my way. My head was starting to ache a little, but I kept going.My phone vibrated on the table. I almost ignored it, but when I saw Michael’s name along with the video call icon, my heart did a little flip inside my chest. Without thinking twice, I swiped it up.H

Sienna’s POVI woke up much earlier than usual, feeling strangely energized. The sun was barely out, and the house was quiet enough that I could hear the distant hum of the air conditioner. I went through my routine quickly, as if my body already knew today mattered.The moment I confirmed I would not be getting any official visit, I stepped out of my room and walked straight to my father’s office. My footsteps echoed lightly along the hallway. I pushed the door open and found him on a call, his voice was low and clipped.He glanced at me briefly, and I took it as a silent order to wait. I stood by the wall, tapping my fingers against my thigh, trying not to look impatient. The more time passed, the more restless I became. He finally ended the call and set his phone on the desk before turning fully to me, one eyebrow rising.“What is it?” he asked.I swallowed the small knot in my throat and walked closer. “I want to get my hair cut at the salon today.”His eyebrow rose even higher

Sienna’s POVI gasped and jerked upright when a cold splash hit my face, cutting straight through whatever fog I had been drifting in.The metal chair scraped loudly beneath me. Water rolled down my chin and dripped onto the table, tiny ripples spreading across the surface.I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my vision. My heart sank as the familiar sterile white walls closed in around me.The probation officer assigned to my case sat across from me, his elbows resting on the metal table. He stared at me with a cold, unreadable expression. A small recorder blinked red beside him.“What’s your name?” he asked in a flat tone.“Sienna Knight.” My voice felt thin in my throat.“Do you know where you are?”I looked around again, even though the answer was already burning in my mind. “Yes. I’m at the police station.”“Do you still recall what brought you here?”My fingers tightened on the edge of the chair. My body trembled lightly, but I forced myself to nod.“Words, Miss Knight.”“Yes. I