Semua Bab I Married A Billionaire, Who Wanted Revenge!!!: Bab 51 - Bab 60

ELOWEN Wait, what!? A silent gasp made my mouth agape. But, he didn’t wait, and continued...“Everything you need. You don’t have to ask for anything.”The words were meant to soothe, and yet they ignited a spark of danger in me. My gaze snapped up, only to meet his dominant and protective one. I swallowed hard. “I wasn’t meaning to stay there.” I said, almost breathless. Damn I can't imagine staying there, sharing the same place with him! Then I don't take guarantee of my sanity! He didn’t speak immediately, only watched me. There was an edge in the way his gaze moved around me, like he wanted to cage me, but only gently enough that I might never realize it until it was too late."I know." He said, eventually. "But, for now, considering all the situations, it's for the best until things were settled." He added. I wanted to argue. I wanted to tell him to leave, to stop hovering, to stop watching and certainly to stop planning to keep me in his penthouse. But, I couldn’t. Not fully

ELOWEN “Come.” He opened the door.I stepped into a room full of powerful people, bright lights, cold gazes, and silent judgment.I wanted to run. And perhaps I would have. But he was beside me—calm, unmovable, like a silent anchor.None of them looked too pleased at my presence, nor with the idea of me being the ‘perfumer’ of such an important project. Obviously, most of it is due to my recent scandals. But, even after everything I braced myself. After all, this directly points at my dignity. And the moment the board questioned my concept… the moment someone raised a doubtful brow…I found my voice. Soft at first, then steady. I talked about blends, about emotional palettes, about memory-driven composition, about how scent could hold desire, nostalgia, and longing.I didn’t pause, nor did I have to think. I just said it, I spoke out my heart, my thoughts that I had always within me but never got a chance to let out…I didn’t realize I had stopped trembling until I saw Alexander wa

ALEXANDER By midday, I had Elowen settled with her samples and notes in a quieter corner, away from the hum of the main office. I allowed myself to finally breathe, letting my gaze linger on her just long enough to feel the pull without making her panic.But, it seems like fate is too cruel to both of us, because then came the whisper again… “So it’s true… the director’s toy is leading the meeting?” Some anonymous comments from passing employees. “Yes! I wonder what she did to the director! Black magic perhaps…” Their words faded then, as they passed but the damage was done— again. I froze… My instincts screamed, my protective reflexes triggered immediately as I tracked her reaction. Her cheeks paling, fists clenching, eyes closed. This reminded me of the early situation which had her storm away from me. Now again the same thing. Previously, I had the footage but it was quite clear who said it, therefore, this time I moved faster than conscious thought. But before I could— I w

ELOWEN The hallways were unnervingly quiet as I walked through it. My heels cracking a bit too loudly in the silence. My pulse throbbing in my temples, as I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat. Because this walk was taking me to him— Alexander Veyrek. The man who had just walked like a storm in my life and not bothering to leave at all! I adjusted my blazer again, trying to smooth the wrinkles that weren’t there, fumbling with the buttons on my cuffs. Alexander had been… calm, collected, almost infuriatingly composed during the day. And now, with the promise of seeing him in the lab after hours, every thought in my brain seemed to betray me, spiraling into a mess of “what ifs” and “don’t mess this up.”I tried to steady myself, repeating his words in my mind like a mantra: “You are nobody’s mistress. You were the only one I chose.”Not last night. Not in front of the elevators. But today, here— I wanted to believe him. I needed to believe him. For my own betterment. The lab

ALEXANDER The memory of the lab that night haunted me more than I expected. Not her presence— no. That was always a constant pull. Subtle, undeniable, but manageable. It was the way the world tried to reach in and touch her where she was most vulnerable, the place I had sworn without meaning to that no one would ever harm. The executives’ words replayed in my mind like shards of glass… ‘She’s going to ruin the Solstice launch.’ ‘Inexperienced… He’s blinded… We should push her out.’ I could still hear the quiet hiss of their voices beyond the lab door. And the anger— oh, it had curled coldly in my chest, a precise flame rather than the chaotic fire of jealousy or desire. I dragged a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the residue of irritation, the tightness in my chest. I told myself it was professional. Just professional. I was defending an asset— a vital component of my company and the Solstice project. That’s all it was. Except it wasn’t… It had nothing to