All Chapters of The Billionaire She Rejected.: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Riley’s POVWhen we reached the hospital, I stepped out of the car with shaky legs. The fresh air from the ride helped settle the tornado in my stomach, although every time the memory of Sienna pulling that trigger flashed in my mind, my throat tightened again. It still felt unreal that she was gone. Not just her, but her baby too. I tried not to think about it because each time I did, something cold twisted inside me.I walked into the main building and headed toward the private ward where Michael had been transferred. His family insisted on moving him to Gray Hospital so he could receive the best treatment possible. They had specialists coming in and out every hour, and although there were small improvements in his vitals, he still had not opened his eyes. That part kept clawing at my chest.I reached the door and pushed it open quietly. The room looked more like a suite than a hospital ward. Everything was white and clean, and there was a soft hum coming from the machines arou

Riley’s POVI stepped out of the building and slid into the waiting car, the door closing softly behind me. The familiar hum of the engine started as we pulled away from the curb, but my mind was still stuck upstairs in that boardroom. I reached into my bag and brought out my phone, opening the message from my private investigator again.I reread the words carefully, not missing a line. So Eleanor did not just wake up one morning and decide to destroy Michael. She had been laying the groundwork for a long time. The realization made my skin crawl. I forwarded everything Eleanor had presented at the meeting to Michael’s lawyer, adding a short message asking him to trace the source of the documents and verify their origin. If she forged them or manipulated records, then it would come out. I was not going to let her rewrite Michael’s story while he lay unconscious and unable to defend himself.After sending it, I leaned back against the seat and stared out the window. The city mo

Riley’s POVI stood in front of the wall mirror, adjusting the sleeves of my jacket while staring at my reflection. My hands moved carefully, smoothing imaginary creases that were not really there. I knew I was doing it out of nerves, but I let myself have that moment.Today was the final day.The board members were reconvening to make their decision, and whatever happened in that room would determine Michael’s future with the company he built with his own sweat. I had gathered every piece of evidence I could, cross checked every document, and prepared myself for every question I could think of. Still, hope was the only thing I was clinging to now.I turned away from the mirror and stepped out of the restroom. My steps slowed as I approached Michael’s bed. He lay there quietly, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that I had memorized over the past days.I leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. His skin was warm beneath my lips, grounding me in a way no

Riley’s PovAfter the meeting ended, the boardroom felt heavy with mixed emotions.Those who wanted Michael reinstated were quietly jubilant, their relief obvious in the way they smiled and whispered to one another. On the other hand, those who stood against him sat stiffly in their seats, their faces tight with disappointment and barely concealed resentment.Even with everything that had just happened, I could not miss the tension hanging thickly between Ferdinand and Eleanor. He did not spare her a single glance before leaving the boardroom. He walked out first, leaving her seated behind with a rigid posture that spoke louder than words.I turned just in time to see the old director walking toward me. I met him halfway, and he smiled warmly as he reached me.“You did well, my dear,” he said sincerely. “You fought for Michael like someone who truly believes in him.”“Thank you, sir, I just did what I felt was right.” I replied.He nodded approvingly. “Michael chose wisely. Not just

Riley’s PovI watched Michael sit quietly after I finished telling him everything that happened while he was in a coma. He did not interrupt me, nor did he try to hide what he was feeling.Every emotion crossed his face clearly, anger and disbelief fading into a quiet hurt.Seeing him like that made my chest tighten. I wished I could take some of that weight off him.After a while, he looked at me and spoke softly. “Take me to see Grandma.”His voice was weak and slow, so different from the steady voice I was used to hearing. I nodded at once and pressed the call button, and the nurse came in. With her help, Michael was carefully settled into a wheelchair. I stayed close, holding onto the handles as we moved through the hallway toward Grandma’s ward.When we knocked and stepped inside, Grandma’s eyes widened, then filled with tears as a bright smile spread across her face. She looked like someone who had just received the best news of her life.Ferdinand stilled for a second befo