All Chapters of The Billionaire She Rejected.: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Riley’s POV The call for a meeting rippled across the floor, and one by one, people began leaving their desks. I shut down the document I had barely started, grabbed my notepad, and followed the stream of colleagues toward the conference room. Inside, the long table was already filling up. The air was serious, tense in the way it always was when Mr. Chambers was the one leading. I slipped into a seat near the middle, flipping open my notepad, trying to match the focused expressions around me. Mr. Chambers stood at the head of the table, adjusting his glasses before speaking. “This next project is critical. We are competing for a deal with a foreign company. Several other firms are chasing it too, so every move we make has to be sharp. Careful planning is the only way we stand a chance.” His words settled over us like a weight. Everyone leaned forward, listening. The room filled with the low murmur of strategies being tossed around—marketing angles, outreach tactics, potential pit

Riley's POVThe night air carried a faint chill as I stepped out of the café, but it wasn’t enough to shake the heaviness on me. Zara’s words replayed in my mind like a whisper threading through cracks I thought I’d sealed.Sienna. Michael. The idea of them together should have meant nothing to me, yet it pressed against my chest like a bruise I kept poking.I reminded myself, again and again, that this relationship was nothing more than a contract. A bargain struck with clear terms and a finish line. But the sting remained, sharp and irrational. It unsettled me how easily jealousy found me, even when I had no right to it.Cole was already out of the car, the door held open with his usual calm efficiency. Myra fell into step behind me, silent but attentive. I slid into the seat, the leather cool against my skin, and folded my hands in my lap as if that could anchor me.The ride began in silence. The city moved past the window in a blur of soft neon and shifting headlights. Myra glance

Michael POVI had come in earlier than usual, hoping work would drown out the noise in my head, but instead it only seemed to sharpen it. The night replayed itself the moment I sat behind my desk. Myra’s call had been the first interruption. She said Riley had met someone after work. Then Cole confirmed it was Zara, my sister. That should have eased me, but both reports ended the same way. Riley walking out of the café pale, like something had hollowed her out.I trust Zara, that wasn’t the issue. It was Riley’s face I couldn’t shake, the way Myra had described it, the way Cole had echoed it.When I called her, her voice was thin, stripped of its usual clipped care. She sounded heavy, like she was carrying weight she didn’t want me to see. That tone left a chill in me I couldn’t reason away. By the time I hung up, I was already on my way home.Relief washed through me when I saw her. She brushed it off as tiredness, but I knew better. The shy way she looked at me, the soft hesitance

Riley’s POVI stood in front of the mirror longer than I usually do. For some reason, I cared a little too much about what I looked like today. My wardrobe was full of designer clothes, that had once felt excessive, but today I searched through them with purpose. A fitted navy skirt, silk blouse tucked neatly in, hair styled just enough to look professional but not stiff.When I finally stepped back, the reflection looking back at me felt… too intentional. A sly voice inside whispered that maybe I was dressing up for him. Michael Gray.I shook my head quickly and pushed the ridiculous thought aside. This was work, nothing more. I picked up my bag, carefully slipping the flash drive into the inner pocket like it was something fragile. My fingers lingered on it for a second longer than necessary, as though I needed to remind myself of its weight.I straightened my posture and walked out of the penthouse, heels clicking steadily against the polished floor, every step measured. By the tim

Unknown POVI froze in place, every muscle in my body tight, my heart beating so loud I was sure it could be heard outside the room. A thousand excuses swirled in my head, none of them good enough to save me if someone stepped inside and saw me here. Sienna promised she would warn me before Riley returned, so how could she forget? Or maybe she wanted me to get caught.Before I could make sense of it, I heard a soft female voice outside.“Brighton, are you looking for Riley?”“Yes,” Brighton’s voice answered from the door, calm and casual.“She’s not around. I saw her leave a few minutes ago.”The door closed, and their footsteps faded down the hallway.I stayed still even after their footsteps faded, counting to ten in my head. The silence pressed in like a weight. Only when I reached ten did I dare move, slipping out like a shadow afraid of its own outline.No one was there.A shaky breath escaped me, the kind that burns your chest on the way out. I adjusted my blouse, forcing myself