All Chapters of Married To The Arrogant Billionaire Heir: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sebastian’s POV. The private jet touched down at Teterboro Airport just as the sun began to dip behind the New York skyline, casting long, jagged shadows across the tarmac. The wheels screeched against the concrete—a jarring, violent sound that resonated deep in my chest. It was a sound of arrival, but there was no peace in it. Only the beginning of a reckoning. I hadn't stayed for the second day of the AvariTech conference. I hadn't stayed for the closing gala or the private dinners with the Midwest's most influential investors. The moment Marcus’s frantic, static-filled call had reached me in that Chicago boardroom, the world had shifted. The multi-billion-dollar deal, the three years of planning, the strategic alliances—all of it had evaporated instantly. I had walked out without a word of explanation, leaving my father’s legal team and the industry’s titans staring at my retreating back. In their eyes, I was being reckless. In mine, I was simply responding to an act of war. The

Sebastian’s POV.The Atrium of Knight Tower was a cathedral of glass and steel, designed to make anyone standing on the ground floor feel small.Usually, it was a thoroughfare of noise and movement. Today, it was a courtroom.I stood on the raised mezzanine balcony that overlooked the main floor. Below me, five hundred employees stood shoulder-to-shoulder. The silence was absolute. It was a heavy, suffocating blanket that smothered the usual hum of the building.They were terrified. Good.I adjusted the cuffs of my shirt, my face a mask of granite. I wasn't just the CEO today. I was the executioner.I looked down at the sea of faces. I saw the junior analysts who had whispered in the elevator. I saw the managers who had turned their backs on Isabella yesterday. They were all looking up at me, pale and waiting.I tapped the microphone. The sound echoed like a thunderclap, making half the room flinch."I called this meeting," I began, my voice amplified and crisp, "because it seems ther

Ryan’s POV. The walk back to my office felt like a death march. I kept my head down, staring at the polished Italian marble, counting the steps. One, two, three. I could feel them—five hundred pairs of eyes drilling into my back. Yesterday, I was the Acting Head of Operations, the man who held the keys to the kingdom. Today? I was a pauper in a Prince’s suit. “Pathetic.” The word echoed in my skull, louder than my own heartbeat. Sebastian hadn’t even bothered to shout it at the Town Hall. He had just muttered it into the microphone with absolute disgust, dismissing my entire existence with three syllables. And then, just minutes ago in his office, he had finished the job. Frozen. My accounts. My trust. My lifestyle. Sebastian hadn’t just fired a warning shot, he had nuked my entire future. “You want to play games? You pay the entry f*e,” he had said. I reached my office door. My hand was shaking so badly I dropped my key card. I scrambled to pick it up, sensing the secretaries w

Sebastian’s POV.The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the scent.Usually, my mornings smelled of nothing—sterile air conditioning, starched cotton, and the faint, bitter aroma of the espresso waiting for me downstairs. But this morning, the air smelled of vanilla and warm skin.I opened my eyes.Isabella was asleep on the far side of the massive mattress. She had kept her promise; she was clinging to the edge as if the center of the bed were a cliff drop. Her dark hair was fanned out across the white pillowcase, her breathing slow and rhythmic.For a moment, I forgot the strategy. I forgot the Board, the contract, and the war with my family. I just watched her. There was a softness to her features in repose that I rarely saw when she was awake and guarding herself against me.This is dangerous, a voice in my head warned. She is a necessity, not a luxury.I sat up, the movement silent, and rubbed my face. I needed to get back to the mission."Good morning," I said, my voice rou

Chloe’s POV.Exile didn't suit me.It had been five days since Sebastian had publicly humiliated me, stripping my badge and having me escorted out of Knight Tower like a common thief. Five days of sitting in my penthouse, surrounded by empty coffee cups and discarded magazines, pacing the marble floors like a caged tiger.I stared at the television screen, where the news cycle played on a loop.CNBC: Knight Corp Stock Stabilizes as Sebastian Knight Debuts Wife.Entertainment Tonight: The Emerald Gala – A Fairytale Romance?On the screen, footage from the gala mocked me. There was Sebastian—my cold, untouchable brother-in-law—shielding Grace from the cameras. There was his hand on the small of her back. There was the way he leaned down to whisper in her ear, a look of such intense, possessive focus that it made my stomach churn with bile.I threw the remote at the wall. It shattered, plastic shards raining down on the hardwood."It’s a lie!" I shrieked to the empty room. "It’s all a li