Todos los capítulos de Save it, Mr Arrogant! I Dumped You After Reborn.: Capítulo 261 - Capítulo 270

Vincent POVThe house was quiet after she left.I stood at the window and watched her taillights disappear down the drive, and then I kept standing there long after they were gone, holding a glass of water I had poured for her and never handed over. The condensation ran down over my knuckles, but I still didn't move.I set the glass down on the sill and exhaled slowly.It was better this way. That was what I told myself as I walked back through the living room, turning off lamps I didn't remember turning on. She had a company to save, and a launch to survive and two other men orbiting her life like weather systems, and the last thing she needed was a third one pretending his feelings were a form of support. I wasn't going to be that. I had decided, somewhere between her arriving and her leaving, that I was going to step back. Completely. Not out of pride, and not to punish her, but because the version of me that Evelyn knew- the harmless one, the safe one- was getting harder to mainta

Vincent POVLandon Beck lived in Marlowe Park, on a street where the trees were older than the houses, and every lawn looked well-groomed and taken care of. His lights were on. Of course they were. Somewhere out past Halden Ridge, a truck full of my bronzes was being driven into a nameless warehouse, and a man does not sleep through his own crime.I sat in the car across the street for ten minutes, watching his silhouette cross the front window twice, and I thought about the two ways this could go. I could wait until Monday, call HR, call lawyers, follow protocols and do it properly. The other man would go through the back door, and Beck would tell him everything within the hour, and then Beck would disappear, and Margaret Whitmore would know within a day that her line into my company had been cut, and she would lay another one somewhere I couldn't see it.So I did the third thing. I walked up the path and rang his doorbell like a neighbour.The change in his face when he opened the

Third-Person POVIsabella Clarke had been sitting in her car for forty minutes.The engine was off. The windows were up. Outside, the city moved in its ordinary rhythms, people walking dogs, taxis pulling over, a woman laughing into her phone on the corner of Ashland and Fifth. None of them looked at the silver Audi parked by the kerb. None of them noticed the woman inside it, sitting perfectly still with her hands on the steering wheel and her world in ruins.She had left Adrian's office two hours ago in another failed attempt to get him to get Evelyn to hand over the incriminating evidence about her he had given her weeks ago. Two hours since he had looked at her with that unbearable expression.Isabella couldn't believe Adrian was choosing Evelyn over her. There was a time when she'd been so precious to Adrian that at the slightest discomfort, he'd come rushing over. Now, he couldn't even bear to be with her for a full minute.Evelyn was now his choice.Not chosen her, exactly. Tha

Third Person POV"Hart can get anything that lives on Bennett Holdings' servers. He's been cooperating, which means he still has access. The police haven't restricted his credentials because they want him to keep pulling files for their investigation. He won't know the files are being used for anything other than legal compliance.""He will know," Margaret corrected gently. "But he won't care, because you're going to give him a reason not to. Hart has a family. A pension. A life he's watching collapse in real time as the investigation grinds forward. You're going to offer him an alternative. Financial protection. Legal counsel. A soft landing on the other side of this. He won't ask where it comes from, because frightened men don't ask questions when someone hands them a lifeline."Isabella nodded slowly. "And the timing?""The launch date was pushed this morning. It will happen next week, so how about three days before the launch? It is close enough that the story dominates the news c

Third Person POVHe crossed the distance between them in two steps and kissed her again, harder this time, his hands moving over her body with a roughness that bordered on carelessness. He wasn't cruel, exactly, but he wasn't careful either. His fingers gripped where they should have glided. His teeth caught her lower lip hard enough that she tasted copper.Isabella didn't pull away. She filed it. Every detail. Every tell. The way Damien touched a woman told her everything she needed to know about how to keep him.She reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head. His body was softer than Adrian's, less disciplined, the body of a man who had stopped caring about himself months ago. She ran her hands over his chest and watched him shiver, watched the hunger on his face sharpen into something almost painful."Sit down," she murmured, pressing him backwards until the backs of his knees hit the mattress and he sat.She knelt between his legs. Slowly and deliberately. She looked up at