Semua Bab Dumped By The Billionaire : Bab 71 - Bab 80

“You think you can just stand there and breathe my air while deciding if I’m worth the risk?” The words grate against my throat, raw and jagged. I don’t wait for her to answer. I can’t. Every second Sabrina Mendoza stands by that door, vibrating with a conflict that threatens to tear her apart, I feel my own composure eroding. I’m a man built on foundations of steel and calculated interest rates, yet here I am, reduced to a heap of nerves and primal instinct because she’s touching a brass handle and thinking about leaving. She turns her head. Her dark hair spills over her shoulder in a silk waterfall, and those eyes… God, those eyes have haunted every boardroom meeting and every sleepless night for years. They are wide, shimmering with a defiance that is failing her. “I’m not breathing your air, Drake,” she whispers, her voice a fragile thread in the cavernous silence of the room. “I’m trying to find enough of my own to survive you.” I move. I don’t think; I just close the dist

"If you don't stop pacing, Sabrina, you're going to wear a literal trench through Camille's vintage herringbone floors, and we definitely can't afford that invoice," Aria muttered, slumping lower into a velvet accent chair. She was furiously scrolling through her phone, her thumb a blur of neon green acrylic nail against glass. "Besides, the indie Fashion Week afterparty started twenty minutes ago across town. The vibes are immaculate, the guest list is aggressively exclusive, and our pieces are currently sitting in a dark window display.""I know exactly where they are, Aria," I snapped, tossing a loose piece of scrap leather onto the design table. My heart was doing frantic gymnastics inside my chest, a chaotic rhythm fueled by three double shots of espresso and pure, unadulterated desperation. "They're sitting by the door on consignment. A single case. If someone doesn't buy them, if some major tastemaker doesn't notice the raw geometric gold chokers before Friday, we are completel

"Hit the button before I throw up my expensive iced matcha all over your server racks, Theo."Theo didn't even flinch, his eyes reflecting the harsh blue glare of three stacked monitors. "We are exactly two minutes out from midnight, Sabrina, and if the global cache doesn't refresh perfectly, the entire checkout pipeline is going to look completely cooked. Let me cook in peace, please.""She has been cooking for six months straight, Theo, let the girl breathe," Aria chimed in from the velvet couch, her fingers flying across her screen as she monitored our social channels. "The countdown on our Instagram story is currently breaking the analytics dashboard. The girls are literally feral in the comment section. They want the geometric quartz bands, and they want them right now."I stood in the center of the dark Brooklyn studio, my arms crossed tightly over my structured blazer. The sharp, asymmetrical lines of my new haircut grazed my jawline, a constant physical reminder of the woman I

"Sign the final allocation forms or watch your entire administrative legacy dissolve into federal dust before breakfast, Drake," Emma purred, her flawless, glossy lips curving into a predatory grin as she leaned over my desk.I didn't blink, my hand steady as I set my heavy crystal tumbler down on the wood. "The treasury transfers require my personal biometric token, Emma... you can't bypass the primary ledger without triggering a systemic red flag.""Oh, you poor, sweet billionaire... you actually think I’m still playing by the corporate handbook," she laughed, a sharp, ringing sound that made the hairs on my arms stand up. She tossed a sleek, encrypted tablet directly onto my lap. "Open the global asset tracking module right now and look at the domestic reserve accounts... look at what happens when a girl gets bored of waiting for a ring."My fingers swiped across the glass panel, entering the master administrative key. The screen flickered, transitioning from the standard blue corp

"If we don't lease this industrial space by midnight, Sabrina, the digital fulfillment queue will literally trigger a localized server meltdown," Theo yelled over the deafening roar of the D-train rattling right outside the cracked window.I swept my gaze across the sprawling, raw concrete floor of the Dumbo warehouse, my boots leaving sharp imprints in the decades of dust. "Then wire the security deposit to the landlord immediately, Theo... we aren't letting a logistics bottleneck choke out our momentum.""The lease is already digitally signed, boss," Aria shouted from the far corner, her bright pink measuring tape snapping loudly against a massive exposed brick pillar. "We have exactly four thousand square feet of absolute industrial bliss... goodbye cramped living room, hello actual creative sovereignty."The sheer volume of incoming orders following Vanessa Sterling’s gala appearance had turned my small apartment into an absolute war zone of bubble wrap, velvet boxes, and tangled