All Chapters of The Billionaire She Rejected.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Michael’s POVThe word suspension still lingered in the air when I stepped forward. My chest was tight, but my voice cut through the room, cold and commanding, leaving no space for argument.“Enough.” I let it hang in the air, letting the single word cut through the tension like steel. Murmurs faltered, mid-whisper, eyes snapping to me. I didn’t need to raise my voice; the weight behind it spoke louder than any volume could.I let the tension settle over the room, then spoke with precise authority. ‘No rash decision will be made while I am in this room.For a moment, nobody moved. I felt Riley’s grip on my sleeve, the faint tremor in her hand. Her fear was there, just beneath the surface, but she had managed to keep it hidden in front of them, without cracking.I straightened, sweeping my gaze across the board members, the shareholders, the staff who had stopped working to listen. “This is not about finding a scapegoat. This is about the survival of Gray Enterprises. And survival is n

Riley's POVThe events of yesterday still weighed on me, but I had managed to hold myself together. This morning, as I got ready for work, I could not tell what would happen once I walked into that building. Still, one thing was certain. I would not sit back and let them drag my name or call my strategy stolen.The moment I stepped into the boardroom, the atmosphere shifted. Conversations cut short and the weight of unkind eyes followed me, but I kept moving. Right now, their stares were the least of my worries.I reached my seat and lowered myself into it, forcing my shoulders straight. I braced myself, steadying my breathing.Michael came in soon after, his presence pulling more eyes away from me. A few shareholders followed behind him. And then, Sienna walked in.I had not expected her here, though I should have known. With the size of their shares in the company, of course she would be present. Even so, my stomach tightened when she took the seat opposite mine.She looked straight

Riley’s POVMy knees ached from standing through the accusations, and as the tension thickened, I finally lowered myself into the chair beside me. At least it kept me from swaying under the weight of their stares.Michael’s voice came clear, cutting through the heated murmurs. “Right now, all evidence is pointing at Riley. But let us step back and look at this from another angle.”The room quieted, even if reluctantly.“If I wanted to frame someone,” he continued, “I would not leave any trail. In this case, it is obvious the person who did this did not want to leave a trace. And they worked in a hurry. If it was Riley, she would have simply deleted the one message she sent out and left the rest of her work untouched. Instead, the entire record on her system was wiped out, everything except the work from yesterday and today.”His words lingered. Some shareholders exchanged glances. The logic was sharp, undeniable, but I could still sense their doubts pressing against me.“This means th

Riley’s POVI was already halfway to the door of the boardroom when I heard my name.“Riley.”The sound of it rooted me in place. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. That voice had carved itself into me so deeply that even in my dreams, I could never mistake it.I turned anyway. Michael was standing there, steady and unreadable, his eyes locked on mine. My brow lifted in question, mostly because I didn’t trust my mouth not to betray me. If I opened it, I might spill the mess of thoughts clawing at the edge of my mind, and this was not the place.“Can I have a word with you in my office?”For a second, the instinct to refuse flared inside me. The safer choice would have been to walk away, keep the distance I had been forcing between us. But on a second thought, I decided to hear him out.So I nodded. “Okay.”I picked up my phone from the table, the only thing I had brought with me, and followed him out. Our footsteps echoed down the hall, his strides measured, mine steady

Zara’s POVAs soon as I slid into the driver’s seat, my hands trembled around the phone. I typed out a quick message to Sienna about the missing footage, adding that Michael was already working to recover it.I pressed send before I could second-guess myself, then sat still and waited, eyes glued to the screen.Her reply lit up almost instantly. Don’t worry, I already handled it.I read the message again, hoping the words would make themselves true. A little relief eased my chest for a second, but the unease never left. The unease inside me was still there, twisting, scratching, refusing to let go.I leaned back against the seat, closing my eyes briefly, the phone slipping a little in my grip. I wanted to believe her, to let her confidence be mine too. But deep down I knew this was not that simple. Every time I thought about it, I felt like I was sinking further, tying myself to something that could drag me down completely.I dropped the phone onto the passenger seat as if it had burn