Semua Bab Too Late To Love Me, Mr Billionaire : Bab 71 - Bab 80

VANESSA POVThey were still laughing when the first text came through. Jenna’s phone buzzed on the coffee table. She picked it up, still laughing, holding it to her face to check the notification. Slowly, the laughter started fading away from her face. Little by little. Then the second text came through. Vanessa saw the change. Her own laughter stopped immediately. “What is it?” she asked. Jenna didn’t answer. Just handed her the phone. Vanessa looked at the screen. Two texts. Both from the number she’d used to contact Adrian. The first one read: *You crazy psychotic bitch.* The second one: *I’m back in New York. Meet me at Le Bernardin. Tonight. 8 PM.* Vanessa’s heart jumped. The smile on her face grew so wide it almost hurt. Finally. Finally, Adrian was back. Finally, he was responding. Finally, she had him exactly where she wanted him. “He’s back,” Vanessa said. Her voice was breathless. Excited. Jenna grinned. “I told you he’d come.” “Le Bernardin. That’s one of

KIRA POVTwenty four hours.It had been twenty four hours since that text from the unknown number came through, and Kira still couldn’t shake it.*Leave Elijah alone. He’s someone else’s man.*She’d read it at least fifty times. Trying to figure out who sent it as she tried to make sense of it.But nothing made sense.Now she was standing in the middle of her restaurant, surrounded by boxes and unopened furniture and staff members running around trying to get everything ready.Four days.The opening was in four days, and there was still so much to do.The tables hadn’t been set up yet. The bar area was missing half its glassware. The kitchen equipment was installed but not tested. The wine shipment was delayed again.Kira walked through the space, checking things off her mental list.She stopped near the windows and looked out at the street. The sign had been installed yesterday.

ADRIAN POV Adrian woke up naked. Completely naked. His head was pounding. Like someone had taken a hammer to his skull and kept hitting it. The hangover was mad. All that whiskey from last night was catching up to him now. He groaned and opened his eyes slowly. The room was bright. Too bright. Sunlight came through the windows and made everything worse. Adrian sat up and immediately regretted it. His head spun. The entire room was moving. He pressed his hand to his forehead and tried to breathe. What the hell happened last night? He tried to remember. The restaurant. Vanessa in that black dress. The pregnancy photos. The contract proposal. All of that was clear. But after that? Nothing. It was like the evening had been erased from his memory. He remembered drinking. Glass after glass of whiskey. He remembered feeling angry and trapped and drunk. But after that, everything was a blur. Did Vanessa drive him home? She must have. He wouldn’t have made it back on his own.

KIRA POVIt’s two days until the restaurant's opening event.Kira stood in front of her bedroom mirror and barely recognized herself. Dark circles had gathered under her eyes that no amount of concealer could hide. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun that had started neat this morning but had slowly unraveled throughout the day. She looked exhausted because to be honest she was exhausted.The restaurant opening was in forty-eight hours and she’d been running on fumes for the past week. Every day was meetings, tastings, last minute changes, supplier calls, staff training. She’d fall into bed past midnight and wake up before dawn with her mind already racing through the day’s to-do list.But today was supposed to be different. Well, she thought to herself. Today she’d promised herself she’d stay home with the kids. No restaurant, no hotel, no late night business calls. Just her, Ethan, and her sweet Lily.She walked downstairs and found them in the living room. Ethan was sprawled o

KIRA POVIt’s finally the D-day of the event. Kira stood in the middle of Phoenix and tried to remember how to actually breathe finally.The restaurant looked perfect. Every table was set with crisp white linens and gold-rimmed plates. The bar shone under soft lighting. Fresh flowers sat in crystal vases on every surface. The kitchen echoed with activity as her staff prepped for the evening service.Everything she’d worked for over the past three months was finally happening.So why did she feel like throwing up?Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out and saw Adrian’s message from yesterday still sitting there unanswered.*I’ll be there tomorrow. We need to talk.*Tomorrow was today. And Kira had no intention of talking to him about anything.She’d spent all of yesterday trying to figure out what he possibly wanted to say. Was he going to tell her about Vanessa, the pregnancy or the wedding?Or did he think she didn’t know yet?Either way, she didn’t care. Tonight was abou