All Chapters of Married To The Arrogant Billionaire Heir: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ryan’s POV.The leather of Sebastian’s chair was still warm, or maybe that was just my imagination.I sat back, spinning slowly to face the floor-to-ceiling window. The view from here was different. It wasn't just the city; it was the perspective. From this height, the people down below looked like ants. The cars were toys.For years, Sebastian had looked down on the world from this vantage point while I clawed for scraps in the dirt."Not today," I murmured, a slow, dark smile spreading across my face.I placed my feet on the pristine mahogany desk, letting the heels of my shoes dig into the expensive wood. A petty act of vandalism, perhaps, but it felt good. It felt like ownership.I reached for the intercom, pressing the button with a heavy finger."Send in the Marketing lead," I ordered, my voice booming in the quiet room. "And tell Isabella to bring the Westfield addendum. Immediately."I leaned back, linking my fingers behind my head, waiting.I could feel the hum of the buildin

Grace’s POV. The air in the office was so thick with tension it felt like breathing through wool. Ryan had backed me into the corner between the filing cabinet and the wall. There was nowhere to run. The massive mahogany desk blocked my exit to the left, and his body blocked everything else. He smelled of expensive whiskey and a heavy, musk cologne that triggered a visceral, nauseating memory of nights I had tried to forget. Nights when I thought he loved me. "Admit it," he whispered, his voice a low, terrifying croon. He braced one hand against the wall above my head, leaning down until his face was inches from mine. "Just say it, Grace. Say your name." I pressed my spine against the cold plaster, trying to make myself smaller. "My name is Isabella," I managed to say, though my voice trembled betraying my terror. "You are delusional, Ryan. Can you stop this." "You’re a terrible liar," he chuckled darkly. "You always were. Remember when you tried to lie to me in the past? Y

Sebastian’s POV.The boardroom in Chicago overlooking Lake Michigan was a study in sterility. Chrome, glass, and men in five-thousand-dollar suits speaking in hushed, reverent tones about synergy and acquisition costs.I stood at the head of the table, a pen in my hand, ready to sign the final clause of the AvariTech merger. This was it. The deal that would make me untouchable. The deal that would finally eclipse my father’s legacy."Mr. Knight," the AvariTech CEO said, smiling. "We are ready when you are."I uncapped the pen.My phone, sitting face down on the table, vibrated.It wasn't a text. It was a continuous vibration. A call.I ignored it. Only three people had this number, and all of them knew I was in the closing stages of a billion-dollar negotiation. They wouldn't call unless the building was burning down.It vibrated again. And again.I hesitated, the pen hovering over the paper. A cold knot of unease tightened in my gut. It wasn't the deal. It was an instinct, primal and

Sebastian’s POV.The private jet touched down at Teterboro Airport under a shroud of gray clouds. The wheels screeched against the tarmac, a jarring sound that matched the chaos inside my head.I hadn't slept in forty-eight hours.The flight from Chicago had been a blur of encrypted calls, damage control strategies, and a simmering, volcanic rage that kept my pulse racing. I grabbed my briefcase and descended the stairs before the engines had fully spooled down.Mark was waiting on the tarmac with the car. He looked grim."Report," I barked as I slid into the back seat."She’s at the estate, sir," Mark said, merging onto the highway with aggressive speed. "She came home an hour ago. She went straight to her suite and locked the door. The staff says she hasn't eaten."I clenched my jaw, staring out the window at the blurring lights of the city.She was hiding.The thought twisted a knife in my gut. Isabella wasn't hiding because she was guilty, she was hiding because she was terrified.

Sebastian’s POV.The drive to the city was a study in tension.The interior of the Bentley was silent, insulated from the outside world, but the air inside was thick enough to choke on. Isabella sat beside me, staring out the tinted window.She had done as I asked. She was wearing a structured black dress suit, tailored to perfection. It was severe, elegant, and projected power. But the woman inside the suit was trembling.I could see her hands clasped in her lap, her knuckles white as she twisted the fabric of her skirt. She was breathing in shallow, measured gasps, trying to keep the panic at bay.I wanted to reach out and cover her hands with mine. I wanted to pull her against me and tell her that nothing in that building could hurt her as long as I was breathing. But I didn't. She needed to find her own steel right now. I could be her shield, but she had to be the sword."Breathe," I said, keeping my eyes on the skyline that was growing larger in the windshield."I'm trying," she