Lahat ng Kabanata ng DIVORCED THE LOSER, MARRIED THE BILLIONAIRE CEO: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

THOMPSON CORPORATION— 9AM. The Rolls Royce screeched at a halt in front of a massive building, Thompson corporation written in Gold bold letters. The bodyguards stepped out and stood in two parted lines in front of the building’s entrance. The chauffeur came down and opened the door for Aurora who stepped down with an aura of elegance and power. She was on a black plain—fitted corporate dress and a black stiletto heels and a black purse, a nude shade of lipstick applied perfectly on her lips. Her brown hair was let loose and cascaded down to her waist, she was stunning. Walking in between the parted entrance of the building, her head held high. “Wow, is that really her—Aurora Thompson.”“Oh my goodness, she’s so beautiful.”“I love her so much.”“Her skin is glowing.” Different murmurs filled the air, employees rushed forward to catch a glimpse of her as she walked into the company, she flashed them a soft smile and a wave, most of them almost fainted at her simple gesture. T

THOMPSON CORPORATION — 10AMAurora stood before the projector screen, remote in hand. Twelve pairs of eyes watched her.“The X-City development spans fifteen acres.” She clicked to the next slide. “Mixed-use. Residential towers, commercial spaces, green areas.”The 3D model rotated on screen. Glass and steel reaching toward the sky. Trees lining wide walkways.Mr. Greg leaned back in his chair. “Projected timeline?”“Three years. Phase one breaks ground in six months.”“And the budget?”“Two hundred million.” Aurora pulled up the spreadsheet. “Detailed breakdown is in your folders.”Papers rustled as board members flipped through documents.“This is aggressive,” another board member said. “What makes you confident we can deliver?” Aurora had prepared for this. She walked them through market research. Population growth. Housing demand. Every number backed by data.Mr. Greg raised his hand. “You mentioned a partner. Miller Group.”“Kieran Miller has committed to co-investment. Seventy-

SKY TERRACE RESTAURANT — 8PMThe elevator opened to a rooftop Aurora didn’t recognize.String lights crisscrossed overhead. Candles everywhere. One table. Two chairs. And beyond it, the city stretched like scattered stars.“You rented the whole place,” she said with a curious look.Kieran stood by the table in a black suit. No tie. Hair slightly messy like he’d been running his hands through it.“I wanted privacy.”“This is excessive.”“Is it working?”Aurora walked toward him. Her emerald dress caught the candlelight. “Maybe.”He pulled out her chair. Such an old-fashioned gesture. It made something warm bloom in her chest.Dinner appeared. Course after course. Each more elaborate than the last.But Aurora barely tasted any of it.She was too aware of Kieran. The way he watched her. Like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.“Tell me something nobody knows,” he said.Aurora swirled her wine. “Like what?”“Anything. What you wanted to be when you were young. What keeps you

THOMPSON ESTATE — NEXT MORNINGAurora woke to her phone vibrating.She grabbed it. Thirty-seven notifications. Text messages. Missed calls. Emails.She opened social media. Videos everywhere. Piagel’s outburst. Her speech. Her dance with Kieran.The comments were brutal.“Gold digger traded up, From manager to heiress to billionaire’s girlfriend—She planned this whole thing”.But also: “She shut him down perfectly”.“Finally a woman who doesn’t take garbage”“Power couple alert”.Aurora threw her phone across the bed.Downstairs, her family was at breakfast. All three of them looked exhausted.“Good morning,” her mother said carefully.Aurora poured coffee. “How bad is it?”“Depends on perspective.” Cody pushed his tablet toward her. “Financially? We’re fine. Socially? You’re either a villain or a hero. No middle ground.”Aurora scrolled through articles. Some called her calculating. Others called her brave. One fashion blog just analyzed her dress.“The board called,” her father said.

THOMPSON CORPORATION — LATE AFTERNOONAurora was reviewing contracts when Maya knocked.“Miss Thompson? There’s someone here. He says it’s urgent.”“Who?”“Marcus Kane.”Aurora’s blood went cold. “Tell security—”“He said if you don’t see him, he’ll go to the press. About Mr. Miller.”Aurora’s jaw tightened. She picked up her phone. Texted Kieran: Marcus is here. Don’t come. I’m handling it.Then to Maya: “Send him in.”Marcus entered like he owned the place. Sat without being invited.“Miss Thompson. Nice office.”“You have five minutes.”“Straight to it. I like that.” Marcus crossed his legs. “It’s not the first time we are meeting, I know you might have texted him to come protect you .”“He’s not protecting me.”“Isn’t he?” Marcus pulled out his phone. Showed her photos. Her and Kieran at restaurants. In his car. At the banquet. “He’s been very careful with you. More careful than I’ve ever seen him with anyone.”Aurora’s face stayed neutral. “What do you want?”“I want you to convin