Todos los capítulos de Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back): Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

ADRIAN’S mansion was bathed in soft golden light, the kind that did little to mask the emptiness of its wide halls. He had returned from the gala almost an hour ago, but sleep was the last thing on his mind. His jacket was already off, draped lazily over the arm of a sofa, the top button of his shirt undone. In his hand was a crystal glass half-filled with deep red wine, the liquid catching faint glimmers from the chandelier as he strolled slowly across the living room.He paused at the large glass window that overlooked the city, the lights below glittering like a sea of fireflies. Taking a sip, he let the silence around him settle, but his thoughts refused to quiet down. Amelia. Her face, her smiles, the way her eyes darted nervously when Ryan appeared, it all replayed in his mind like an unrelenting film reel.Adrian exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair. “Ryan…” he muttered bitterly under his breath. That man always had a way of being there, intruding on the space that

THE boardroom of Cole Holdings was as intimidating as it was magnificent, glass walls that revealed a sweeping skyline, a mahogany table that seemed to stretch endlessly, and leather chairs positioned with military precision. Every detail was a reflection of Adrian himself: powerful, refined, commanding.On this particular morning, the tension inside the room wasn’t just from the weight of corporate decisions. It was the undercurrent of a calculated move.Adrian adjusted the cufflinks on his shirt before settling into his seat at the head of the table. His presence commanded silence instantly. Peter, seated just beside him, placed a folder before each board member, then cleared his throat.“Gentlemen, ladies,” Peter began, “Cole Holdings has been expanding into lifestyle and luxury niches. After extensive analysis, we believe the next step is to enter a strategic partnership with Satin & Sage, a brand already recognized for redefining modern elegance.”At the mention of the name, Adri

THE house was quiet that night, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the soft creaks that came from the wooden staircase whenever someone walked past. The twins had finally settled, tucked into their cribs after a long day. Hazel was asleep upstairs too, her laughter and chatter now replaced by the deep stillness of night.Amelia sat curled on the sofa in the living room, a light blanket draped over her legs. The glow of her laptop bathed her face as she scrolled through Adrian’s proposal again. Numbers, projections, expansion strategies, they were all dazzling, all promising. Yet the name at the top of the file, Cole Holdings, made her chest tighten.The quiet was broken when Ryan returned from the kitchen with two mugs of tea. He set one gently on the coffee table in front of her before sitting beside her, his presence steady and grounding. Amelia had insisted on him staying back, they had worked from the evening into the night.“You are still staring at that proposal,” he

THE afternoon sun dipped lower as the Satin & Sage boardroom buzzed with the aftermath of the collaboration meeting. Papers were being shuffled into files, laptops clicked shut, and soft murmurs of assistants exchanging schedules filled the air. Amelia had barely risen from her seat when the sound of the door opening again drew everyone’s attention.Ryan stepped in, calm as ever, his dark suit crisp, his confident stride deliberate. He carried himself as though he belonged there, though Amelia hadn’t expected him to make an appearance until later in the day.“Ma’am,” he greeted smoothly, his eyes flicking briefly to Adrian before settling on her with a warm smile. “I hope I’m not intruding. I thought I should stop by, see how the first round went. I finished from the meeting earlier than I expected,” he winked.Something in his tone was too casual, too calculated. Adrian stiffened. This guy was getting on his nerves.“Of course,” Amelia said quickly, masking her unease with profession

THE evening shimmered with elegance as Amelia stepped into the grand ballroom, Ryan at her side. The chandeliers cast a golden glow across the marbled floor, and the gentle hum of music mingled with the clinking of champagne glasses. She wore a sleek midnight-blue gown that hugged her frame with effortless grace, her hair swept into a chignon that left her neckline bare. Beside her, Ryan looked the part of a gentleman, dressed in a sharp tuxedo, his hand steady on the small of her back as they moved into the crowd.The gala was alive with dignitaries, industry leaders, and celebrities— a stage where power and wealth were flaunted in whispered conversations and exaggerated laughs. Amelia had learned to blend in, her composure radiating confidence as she smiled politely, greeting acquaintances and fellow business owners. Ryan handled the introductions with ease, ever the anchor at her side.“Tonight is about connections,” Ryan reminded her quietly, leaning close so only she could hear.