His Billion-Dollar Mistake のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

CHAPTER 42 The office felt different the next morning.Not quieter. Not calmer.Different. Heavy. Charged. Like the tension from last night had seeped into the walls.I walked through the hallway, heels clicking softly against the polished floor.Every step measured. Every glance cautious.The security team was tighter than ever. Cameras adjusted. Logs triple-checked.Even the interns moved carefully, aware of something unsaid, something lurking.I pulled my phone from my pocket. Unknown number.“They’re shifting strategy. Be ready.”I typed back:“Understood. Monitoring everything.”Three dots appeared.“They will reveal truths. Some you may not like.”My stomach tightened.By mid-morning, Reign appeared at my desk.No greeting, no preamble. Just presence. Commanding, silent, protective.“Have you reviewed last night’s anomalies?” His voice was low and controlled.“Yes,” I replied. “Every access, every breach, every manipulation traced and secured.”He exhaled sharply. “Good. But th

CHAPTER 44 Morning arrived too fast. The skyline outside Reign’s office window was sharp and unforgiving, but unlike last night, it felt hostile. Every reflection of light seemed like a reminder: Ivy had already set her trap.I stepped out of the elevator, heels clicking against the marble floor. My phone vibrated in my hand—another unknown number. I ignored it. I had learnt quickly that responding impulsively never ended well. Reign, as always, was ahead. He was waiting by the glass wall of his office, in a sharp suit, jaw tight, eyes darker than the storm brewing outside.“You’re early,” he said without looking at me.“I could say the same about you,” I replied. My voice was steadier than I felt. Inside, my stomach twisted. Last night’s closeness, the way he’d held me, how vulnerable he’d allowed himself to be—it didn’t make Ivy’s threat any easier to swallow.He finally turned, gaze sliding over me with that piercing intensity that could make a lie crack. “They’ll start asking que

CHAPTER 46 The office was quiet, almost eerily so. The kind of quiet that makes every footstep sound loud, every breath noticeable. Reign and I stood near the window, watching the city pulse below, but neither of us spoke. Words felt inadequate after the morning’s storm.I could feel him studying me, every muscle tense, every glance measuring. I met his eyes briefly, then looked away, tracing the skyline instead. The silence stretched, heavy but not uncomfortable. It was a different kind of communication—one that didn’t require words.Finally, he spoke. Low, steady, deliberate.“They’re pushing harder than I expected,” he said, eyes fixed on the horizon. “Ivy isn’t just trying to discredit you. She’s trying to push me into a corner.”I nodded. “And she’ll use anything—any mistake, any hesitation. Anything to divide us.”His hand brushed mine, light, almost hesitant. A grounding touch. “We can’t let that happen. Not now.”I swallowed. “Then we fight together.”His lips pressed into a

CHAPTER 48 The morning felt heavier than usual. Even the sunlight slicing through the office windows couldn’t lighten the tension. Every step I took toward Reign’s office felt measured and deliberate. Every glance from a board member or executive felt like it could be Ivy in disguise. Reign was already there, standing by the window, hands in his pockets, jaw tight. His presence radiated controlled intensity, the kind that both calms and terrifies. “Ivy’s escalating,” he said quietly, voice low, almost a growl. “She’s moving pieces we haven’t even noticed yet.” I leaned against the desk, exhaling slowly. “She never stops. But we’ve managed so far. We can handle whatever comes next.” He didn’t answer immediately. His eyes flicked to the phone on his desk, lingering longer than usual. “It’s not just the board she’s manipulating,” he muttered. “There are hidden agendas within our own ranks.” My stomach twisted. “Hidden agendas?” He nodded slowly. “People who were loyal… who

CHAPTER 50 The morning air in Weston Enterprises was heavy. Even the sunlight cutting through the glass walls seemed tense, filtered through the weight of anticipation. Every step toward the boardroom felt like walking into a battlefield.Reign was waiting. Leaning against the edge of his desk, eyes dark, jaw tight. That intensity—the one that both calmed and terrified me—was in full force.“We have one chance,” he said, voice low, almost a growl. “One move to stop her before it escalates beyond control.”I nodded, hands gripping the strap of my bag. “Then we make it count. Together.”His gaze softened for a moment. “Together.”The boardroom door opened, and Ivy stepped in, perfectly poised. Every inch of her radiated calculated intent. Her smile was polite, polished—but it didn’t reach her eyes. Not today.“Good morning,” she said, voice silky, smooth. “I trust everyone is ready for full transparency.”Reign’s jaw tightened. He stepped closer to me, subtly brushing my hand under the