His Billion-Dollar Mistake のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 69

CHAPTER 61 The fallout didn’t come loudly. It didn’t explode the way Ivy always liked things to explode. It arrived quietly. In glances that lingered a second longer than before. In voices that softened. In doors that opened instead of closing. The morning after felt… unfamiliar. I stepped into the office and paused. People looked up. Not with suspicion. Not with that subtle hesitation I’d grown used to. They smiled. One woman from finance nodded at me, genuinely. Another murmured, “Morning, Maya,” like it was the most natural thing in the world. No whispers trailing behind me. No sudden silences. My chest tightened. It shouldn’t have mattered this much. But it did. I walked to my desk slowly, afraid that if I moved too fast, the illusion would shatter. Like acceptance was fragile. Like it could be revoked if I breathed wrong. Reign was already there. Standing near the window, phone to his ear, posture relaxed in a way I hadn’t seen in weeks. No t

CHAPTER 63 The building emptied slowly that night.Not in a rush, not with the frantic energy of deadlines looming. Just a quiet exhale, floor by floor, lights dimming as people logged out and went home to lives that didn’t revolve around board politics and corporate warfare.I stayed.Not because I had to.Because I wanted to.Reign noticed, of course. He always did.“You don’t usually linger this long,” he said, glancing at his watch as he shut down his laptop.I shrugged, gathering a few papers that didn’t really need organising. “Guess I’m enjoying the silence.”He studied me for a moment, then nodded. “It suits you.”That word again.Suits you.It used to feel like borrowed clothing. Something I wore carefully, afraid it would slip and expose how unsure I really was.Now… it felt like mine.The office lights dimmed automatically at eight, leaving only the soft glow from the city outside and the lamps near his desk. The windows reflected us faintly. Two figures standing closer th

CHAPTER 65 I didn’t expect the surprise to come quietly. If I’d learnt anything about Reign, it was that when he planned something, it usually arrived wrapped in control, precision, and timing sharp enough to cut. So when the morning started like any other—coffee lukewarm, inbox manageable, sunlight pouring through the windows without drama—I let my guard down. That was my first mistake. “Clear your afternoon,” he said casually, passing my desk without stopping. I blinked. “I have three meetings.” “You had three meetings,” he corrected, already walking away. “They’ve been rescheduled.” I pushed back from my chair. “You can’t just...” He glanced over his shoulder, one brow lifting. “I can. And I did.” I stared after him, heart thudding. “Reign,” I called. “What’s going on?” He paused in the doorway to his office, eyes dark with something unreadable. “Trust me.” The words landed heavier than they should have. Trust me. I sat back down slowly, trying to focus

CHAPTER 67 Confidence didn’t arrive like a switch flipping.It came in fragments.In the way I walked into the building that morning without rehearsing my smile.In the way my shoulders stayed relaxed even when conversations shifted toward decisions with weight.In the way my voice didn’t soften when I spoke.I noticed it when the elevator doors opened and I stepped out first instead of waiting for permission.Small things.But they added up.The new division was officially announced that morning. Not with fanfare. No dramatic unveiling. Just a clean, deliberate internal memo outlining purpose, leadership, and direction.My name sat there in black and white.Director — Strategic Development & CultureI stared at the screen longer than necessary.Director.A few months ago, the word would’ve made my stomach flip with fear. Now it made my chest expand.Reign appeared at my side, coffee in hand. “You look like you’re arguing with the screen.”“I’m negotiating with it,” I replied. “Tryin

CHAPTER 69 The city skyline shimmered under the golden glow of dusk, the streets below alive with movement, yet up here, in Reign’s penthouse office-turned-sanctuary, it felt like time had paused. For months, perhaps years, we had run on tension, uncertainty, and battles that never seemed to end. But now… now there was clarity.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, holding the small key to our space in one hand, with Reign’s hand intertwined with mine in the other. The key wasn’t just metal. It was everything we had fought for—trust, vision, respect, and the unshakeable bond we’d forged in fire.“Do you ever think about how far we’ve come?” I asked, voice soft, almost afraid to break the quiet.Reign tilted his head, his dark eyes scanning the horizon before meeting mine. “Every day. I used to measure success in deals, acquisitions, and even control. Now I measure it in moments like this. In being certain that nothing—not Ivy, not Evan, not the world—can touch us.”I squeezed his