All Chapters of The Billionaires broken heart : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

GregGreg watched as Ariana walked into the crowd below the rooftop, shrinking into a speck of a person with each step, until she was lost, completely out of sight past the entrance to the building.For a few moments, he didn’t move.He just stood there, his hands on the railing, gazing at the empty place where she was.The city went around him.Cars drove down the roads.Some people were laughing down there.The lights were shining on the buildings in the distance.Everything went on as usual.However, Greg was rather quiet.Ariana trusted him.Not completely.Not yet.But enough.Enough to reveal to him what she normally kept secret.Just enough to say that she was scared.Enough to let him know about the pain she felt, which lingered far after he was prepared to move on.That scared him more than anything else, anyway.Greg Blackwood was used to people wanting something from him.His money.His connections.His company.His name.Individuals came to him for what he could offer.Not

The next morning, Greg woke up earlier than usual. He lay in his large, empty bed in his quiet apartment, staring at the white ceiling. For many years, his morning routine was always the same. He would check the stock market on his phone, put on an expensive suit, drink black coffee, and head straight to the office to work twelve hours. He never thought about love, and he never thought about building a life with someone.But today, as he got dressed in a simple grey suit, he realized he could not keep living like a robot. He could not keep hiding behind his work while the most important person in his life was slipping away. He wanted to show Ariana that he was serious about her, not just with words, but with real actions.All through the morning and afternoon, Greg tried his best to focus on his meetings. Every time he walked down the hallway, he caught glimpses of Ariana working at her desk. She was typing quickly on her computer, talking politely to coworkers, and organizing files.

Greg searched the entire top floor, but Ariana was not at her desk. He checked the break room, the main conference hall, and the executive lounge, but she was nowhere to be seen. Panic began to set in, tight and heavy in his chest. He ran down the long corridor toward the heavy glass door that led to the outdoor terrace on the top floor of the building, hoping against hope that she had not left the building completely.When he pushed the heavy door open, the cool outdoor wind hit his face. Standing near the outer railing of the terrace was Ariana. Her arms were wrapped tightly around herself as if she were cold, and her long hair blew gently in the breeze. She was looking out over the giant city below, watching the endless stream of cars moving along the busy streets like tiny beetles.Greg let out a long, quiet breath of relief. He walked onto the terrace, his footsteps soft against the stone floor. He approached her slowly, keeping his body relaxed and stopping a few feet away. He l

The morning sun flooded through the high glass windows of Blackwood Enterprises, casting a soft golden glow across the polished floor. For the first time in years, Greg did not feel the heavy weight of isolation pressing against his chest as he walked through the lobby. His suit was still sharp, his stride still confident, but the cold, distant aura that had once defined him was nowhere to be seen. Employees who greeted him received polite head nods and genuine smiles, leaving many of them whispering in quiet astonishment near the coffee machines.Up on the executive floor, Ariana was already at her desk. She wore a simple navy blue dress, her hair pinned neatly back, and her desk organized with meticulous care. When she heard Greg's familiar footsteps approaching down the hallway, her heart gave a gentle flutter. She looked up from her computer monitor and met his gaze. The warmth in his dark eyes instantly reassured her that everything they had shared on the terrace the previous eve

Despite the lingering threats from board members like Marcus Vance, Greg was determined not to let corporate hostility dictate his personal life. On Friday evening, he had agreed to do something he had never done before: visit Ariana's home for a quiet weekend dinner with her family. Ariana had grown up in a modest suburban neighborhood forty minutes outside the sprawling city center, where her mother, Clara, ran a small bakery and her younger brother, Toby, attended local college classes.Greg stepped out of his black vehicle parked along the quiet residential street. The neighborhood was filled with simple two-story houses, small green front lawns, and children playing on bicycles in the twilight air. It was a world entirely distant from Greg's sleek, ultra-modern penthouse or his grand executive suite. For a moment, standing on the concrete sidewalk in his simple sweater and dark trousers, Greg felt an unfamiliar pang of anxiety. He had closed billion-dollar corporate acquisitions