บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaires broken heart : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

With the emergency board meeting only twenty-four hours away, Greg and Ariana spent the entire day gathering financial records, operational audits, and expansion reports to demonstrate that Blackwood Enterprises was performing at historic high levels. They worked tirelessly in Greg's office, reviewing thousands of lines of data, verifying figures, and organizing a master slide presentation that would completely dismantle Marcus Vance's claims of leadership neglect.By nine o'clock in the evening, the executive floor was silent and dark, save for the bright glow of lamps inside Greg's office. Ariana was finishing the final compilation of the master financial file on her secure work computer while Greg reviewed hard copies of the contract proposals on his desk."That should do it," Ariana said, letting out a tired but satisfied sigh. "The master report is complete. It shows a twelve percent increase in overall profitability over the last quarter, proving that our new employee retention

The grand boardroom on the top floor of Blackwood Enterprises was filled with tense silence on Tuesday afternoon. Long mahogany tables were surrounded by fifteen influential board members, senior shareholders, and corporate attorneys. At the head of the table sat Marcus Vance, wearing an expression of calm, arrogant satisfaction. He adjusted his silk tie and shuffled a stack of printed papers, preparing to execute his planned takeover.When the heavy double doors opened, Greg walked into the boardroom. He wore an immaculate dark suit, carrying himself with effortless power, authority, and calm dignity. Walking directly behind him, carrying a sleek black leather briefcase containing the master files and evidence drives, was Ariana. She walked with her head held high, completely unfazed by the sharp glares of the board members.Marcus raised an eyebrow, a slight mocking smile playing on his lips. "Ah, Mr. Blackwood. How nice of you to join us. And I see you have brought your... personal

The sun was setting over the calm, blue waters of a serene coastal bay three hundred miles away from the bustling metropolis. A gentle ocean breeze rustled through the palm trees surrounding a beautiful private wooden cottage situated on a quiet sandy beach. Soft white waves lapped peacefully against the shore, creating a soothing rhythm that washed away all remaining traces of stress and noise.Ariana stood on the wide wooden balcony of the cottage, wearing a comfortable white sundress, her long hair blowing softly in the evening wind. She held a warm cup of herbal tea in her hands, watching the brilliant orange and pink hues of the sunset spread across the vast horizon. It was a picture of absolute peace and tranquil happiness.Greg walked out onto the balcony behind her, barefoot, wearing a simple linen shirt and dark pants. He wrapped his arms gently around her waist from behind, resting his chin softly against her shoulder. Ariana leaned back against his broad chest, letting out

The big fight was finally over. Victoria Sterling left the city, and the company was safe. Now, Greg and Ariana could start their real life together.It was a beautiful Saturday morning. The sun was warm and bright. Greg and Ariana walked through a large green park near the beach. Hand in hand, they did not talk about work, money, or board meetings. They only talked about their future."I still cannot believe it," Ariana said with a small laugh. She looked at the shiny diamond ring on her finger. "Everything happened so fast. Last week we were fighting for the company. Today, we are just us."Greg stopped walking and turned to look at her. He smiled softly. His eyes were bright and happy. "The company is important," Greg said. "But you are my whole world, Ariana. I want to build a real home with you."Ariana felt a warm, happy feeling in her heart. She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around his waist. "So, where do we start?" she asked."First, we plan the wedding," Greg answered.

Monday morning arrived, but for the first time in years, Greg Blackwood was not wearing a business suit. He wore a simple white shirt and comfortable jeans. Beside him, Ariana wore a blue summer dress.They stood inside a bright, open office in the center of the city. Rollers, paint cans, and huge blueprints rested on a long wooden table."Are you sure about this, Mr. Blackwood?" asked Thomas, the chief architect, holding a digital tablet. "Most clients with your wealth ask for massive marble pillars, private elevator banks, and high-security gates."Greg looked at Ariana and smiled. "We don't want a castle, Thomas. We want a home."Ariana walked over to the blueprints laid out on the table. She pointed at a spacious room with wall-to-ceiling glass windows facing the ocean."This will be the living room," Ariana said, her face lighting up. "No fancy gold trim. Just soft sofas, lots of plants, and room for our friends to sit comfortably.""And the kitchen needs to be large," Greg added