Semua Bab His Billion-Dollar Mistake : Bab 21 - Bab 27

CHAPTER 22 Okay.Something was wrong.I felt it before I saw it. That prickling under my skin. That quiet wrongness in the air. The kind that doesn’t shout. It whispers. And whispers are worse.I’d barely settled at my desk when my inbox exploded.Meeting rescheduled.Report missing.Urgent board request.Client escalation.None of it made sense. Not together. Not all at once.I glanced up.Reign was already on his feet.Not rushed. Not panicked. But alert. Like a predator that had just scented blood.Our eyes met.Just one look.He knew too.Here we go.I swallowed and stood, grabbing my tablet. “Something’s off,” I said quietly as I approached him.“Yes,” he replied. Calm. Too calm. “And it’s not accidental.”Of course it wasn’t.Ivy.She hadn’t come at us loud. Not this time. She’d gone subtle. Strategic. Surgical.The worst kind.“Conference room,” he said. “Now.”We walked fast. Side by side. Not touching. But close enough that I felt his presence like a shield. Like gravity.Th

CHAPTER 24 I didn’t sleep well that night.Not because of work. Not because of Ivy. Not even because of Reign.It was everything. The storm of yesterday. The danger, the pull, the heat between us. It followed me into my apartment, settling on my chest like a weight I couldn’t shake.I tossed and turned. Staring at the ceiling, replaying every glance, every word. That moment in the conference room—Reign’s hand brushing mine, the grounding warmth of his presence.And Ivy.Ivy, like a shadow stretching across everything we’d built. Her warnings were calculated and precise. Dangerous. And I knew—she wasn’t done.By the time I arrived at the office, my nerves were raw.The building buzzed with its usual energy. Phones ringing, keyboards clacking, low murmur of voices. But it felt hollow. I was on high alert. Every shadow a threat. Every whisper a trap.I made my way to my desk. Laptop open, coffee in hand. Ready. Waiting.Reign appeared beside me before I could sit.“Are you okay?” he ask

CHAPTER The silence after a battle is always strange.The office buzzed again. Phones rang. Laughter drifted from the hallway. Meetings resumed like nothing had happened. Like Ivy hadn’t just been escorted out by security. Like a war hadn’t been fought in a boardroom with calm voices and lethal documents.But I felt it.Something wasn’t over.I sat at my desk, staring at my screen without seeing it. My name was still on the directory. My access still worked. My position was confirmed. On paper, I was safe.On instinct, I wasn’t..“Don’t relax yet.”Evan’s voice came from behind me. Low. Casual. Too casual.I turned in my chair. He leaned against the partition, coffee in hand, expression unreadable.“That bad?” I asked.He shrugged. “Depends how good you are at reading people.”I frowned. “What does that mean?”He took a sip. Watched me over the rim. “It means Ivy wasn’t the only one who lost something yesterday.”My stomach tightened. “Who else?”He smiled faintly. Not amused. “That’