All Chapters of Until I Wrote Him : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11 Roman's POV The city was awake long before me, but I had never been fooled into thinking it slept at all. From the penthouse window that morning, Manhattan looked alive with glass towers catching the dawn like spears of fire, bridges humming with traffic, and the river gleaming as if it too was restless. A city that refused to pause, just like me.But when I stepped into Alkali Holdings, I realized the day had conspired to test even me.The top floor was silent, unnaturally so, like the hush before a storm. My accountant, Mateo, stood outside my office, his posture taut, his face pale. He clutched his tablet like a priest holding last rites.Not good.“What is it?” I asked, unbuttoning my coat with deliberate calm.He wet his lips. “Sir, we… we’ve had a breach.”My voice dropped, flat and sharp. “Numbers.”His throat worked. “Eighty million. Gone from the Western Development fund.”The floor seemed to tilt beneath me. That fund was the beating he

Chapter 13 Roman's POV The rest of the week passed like a whirlwind ,the kind that leaves papers flying, assistants frazzled, and my nerves raw enough to scrape against steel. One minute, I was knee-deep in negotiations with foreign investors, the next, I was signing three urgent contracts that had to be pushed through because Rory had decided to play Houdini with my company funds.Rory.Even now, her name was a bitter taste at the back of my tongue. She was still MIA, ghosting calls, ignoring summons, and acting as if vanishing into thin air would erase the trail of destruction she’d left behind. A forged signature. A stolen sum large enough to rattle a cornerstone project. It should have been catastrophic. It could have ruined Alkali Holdings permanently, given my rivals the ammunition they needed to drag my name through the mud. But I hadn’t allowed it.I never allowed it.After seventy-two sleepless hours, relentless boardroom wars, and three

Chapter 15 Roman's POV The world seemed to shatter in slow motion the moment our eyes met. Across the room, under the brilliance of the chandelier-lit hall, she stood, India Seethal, radiant, composed, untouchable. Every detail etched itself into my mind. The subtle curve of her jaw, the glint of mischief still lurking in her eyes, the way she moved like a melody written for the stage. And me? I was frozen, anchored in a storm of disbelief, longing, and something I couldn’t yet name.Penelope was chattering beside me, her voice piercing through the blur, but I couldn’t register the words. I barely felt the press of her small hand against mine as she tugged excitedly. All that existed was her. The woman who had danced under my hands, who had whispered secrets that had set my chest on fire, who had made me feel alive in ways I hadn’t allowed myself in years. And now, she was the celebrated author, the person Penelope had been raving about all we

Chapter 17 Roman’s POV I had been kissed a thousand times before. Women with painted lips and hungry eyes had thrown themselves at me as if kissing me was a crown they could wear. But none of those touches,none prepared me for the madness of this one.India’s lips were soft, trembling, hesitant at first like a secret begging to be kept, then bold enough to make the world tilt on its axis.I stood there stunned. My arms didn’t even move. My brain stalled as if someone had ripped the gears out of me. India Seethal. The very woman I thought had walked away, who claimed to be someone else’s, had just kissed me.Not a polite brush. Not a fleeting mistake.A kiss that lingered.A kiss that burned.Her scent wrapped around me like wildfire. Jasmine and courage. Her lips pressed against mine, faltering only when her tongue flicked nervously against her own, as if tasting the aftermath of daring me. She pulled back for a second, licking her lips, and the si

Chapter 19 Roman's POV The night was far too quiet for the chaos burning inside me.The city stretched endlessly ahead, a molten river of gold and silver lights that blurred into one another on the windshield. The steady hum of the engine was the only sound keeping me tethered, because my mind was still back there. In that hall. With her.India Seethal.Her name alone was enough to make my chest tighten and my grip on the wheel threaten to snap leather.The world hadn’t prepared me for what she’d done. Hell, I hadn’t prepared for what she’d done.One moment I’d been trying to process the absurdity of seeing her again, the same woman I had remorsefully left in the Caribbeans. After one unforgettable night, the woman I thought I’d never touch again. The next moment, she leaned into me, trembled, whispered a fragile “I’m sorry,” and kissed me.And it wasn’t some timid brush.No.It was the kind of kiss that seared you alive from the inside out. The kind tha