Semua Bab Billionaire's Broken vows, Bitter Revenge : Bab 91 - Bab 100

📘 CHAPTER 90 — The Name That Still BurnsPOV: JadenJaden heard her name in a boardroom he no longer controlled.It slipped out casually carelessly from the mouth of a junior executive who hadn’t bothered to lower his voice.“—Williams just took the floor herself. No proxy. No delay.”Jaden’s pen froze mid-signature.“Who?” he asked quietly.The room stilled.The executive swallowed. “Melissa Williams, sir.”For a moment, nothing moved.Then Jaden stood so abruptly his chair scraped loudly against the floor.“Excuse me,” he said, already walking out.The door shut behind him with more force than necessary.Melissa Williams.The name landed like a blow he hadn’t braced for.She was back.Not rumors. Not whispers passed through industry gossip channels. Not Alice’s smug assurances years ago that she had left the country broken and would never return.Melissa was back and she wasn’t hiding.Jaden locked himself in his office and stared at the city skyline through the glass wall. His ref

CHAPTER 92 — A Crumbling EmpirePOV: JadenThe numbers refused to settle.Jaden stared at the screen, jaw tight, eyes dry from hours of blinking without seeing. Red arrows. Declines. Missed projections. Contracts delayed not canceled, not yet but delayed long enough to feel like a slow bleed.“Sir,” his assistant said carefully, standing by the door, “The board is asking if you’ll still attend the afternoon call.”Jaden didn’t look up. “Send them the revised forecast.”“We already did.”Silence stretched.He leaned back at last, rubbing his temples. The office once alive with urgency, with people eager to please felt hollow now. Even the walls seemed to echo differently, as if the room itself had begun to doubt him.This wasn’t just market fluctuation.This was distraction.Melissa’s face rose uninvited calm, composed, unmoved by him. That polite distance had done what rage never could. It had unseated him.He had told himself he could balance both. Work and pursuit. Power and regret.

CHAPTER 94 — The Man Who Took His PlacePOV: JadenJaden Oscar had always believed power made noise.Shouting headlines. Aggressive takeovers. Public wins that left bruises behind.But this?This was quiet.And it was killing him.He stood alone in his office long after the staff had gone home, jacket draped over the chair he hadn’t sat in all day. The city glowed beyond the glass walls, indifferent to the way his world was rearranging itself piece by piece.Will.N Company had officially overtaken him.Not temporarily.Not by rumor.By numbers.Jaden loosened his tie, fingers trembling just slightly as he stared at the report glowing on his screen. Market share. Investor confidence. Brand value. Every column told the same story.Melissa Williams was winning.And the worst part?She wasn’t even looking at him anymore.He remembered the woman she used to be the one who waited up, who explained herself, who softened when he raised his voice. The woman who apologized for accidents that we

CHAPTER 96 — The Woman Who Rejected HimPOV: Tyrone ConnorRejection did not arrive loudly.It came quietly like rot spreading beneath polished wood.Tyrone had learned that the hard way.He sat in the back seat of his car as it moved through traffic, the city lights streaking past the tinted windows. The driver spoke once, asking if he wanted to stop by the office first. Tyrone didn’t answer. His thoughts were already elsewhere years behind him, stuck in a single moment he had replayed more times than he cared to admit.Melissa’s face.Not crying.Not angry.Resolved.That was what haunted him.Most women apologized when they broke a man’s expectations. They softened the blow, bent themselves smaller, offered comfort to the wound they inflicted.Melissa had not.She had looked at him with honesty, and that had been worse than cruelty.“I won’t pretend,” she had said. “I won’t marry you out of duty.”No theatrics. No drama.Just truth.Tyrone’s fingers curled slowly against his thigh

CHAPTER 98 — The Lie That Hid HerPOV: Alice WilliamsAlice had always believed that control did not require strength.It required timing.She sat alone in the sitting room that evening, the house quieter than it had ever been. Too quiet. No Melissa moving through the halls. No unfamiliar staff answering to a new authority. No reminder that the girl she once dismissed now owned everything that mattered.The silence mocked her.Alice lifted her phone, scrolling through messages she had ignored all day calls from distant relatives, society friends suddenly curious, women who had once followed her lead and now spoke cautiously, as if power had become contagious.She set the phone down without replying.They didn’t matter.Only one thing did.Preventing the past from catching up to the present.The knock on the door came just as she expected it.Not loud. Not polite.Persistent.Alice rose slowly, smoothing her dress, her face settling into practiced composure. When she opened the door, t