Semua Bab Too Late To Love Me, Mr Billionaire : Bab 81 - Bab 90

ADRIAN POVAdrian sat in his car outside Phoenix and tried to convince himself to go inside.The restaurant looked incredible from out here. Floor to ceiling windows showed off the elegant interior. Warm lighting. People in expensive clothes are already filtering through the entrance. Valets rushing back and forth with keys.Kira had built something beautiful.And Adrian was about to walk in there and ruin her night.He checked his phone one more time. No response to his text from yesterday. Not that he expected one. Kira had made it clear she wanted nothing to do with him.But he’d promised the kids he’d be here. Promised her too, even if she didn’t want to hear from him anymore.Adrian got out of the car and handed his keys to the valet. The kid’s eyes went wide when he saw what he was driving.“Nice car, sir.”“Thanks.”Adrian adjusted his tie and walked toward the entrance. He could already

KIRA POVKira locked herself in her office and tried not to scream.The opening was going perfectly. Every table was full. The reviews from the food critics were glowing. The kitchen was running smoothly. Her staff was executing flawlessly.And then Vanessa walked in wearing that red dress and that tiny baby bump like she owned the place.Kira pressed her hands against her desk and took deep breaths.She couldn’t lose it, at least not here, not tonight. Not in front of all these people who were watching her every move and waiting for a tiny slip that they’ll feed gossips sites.There was a knock on the door.“Go away,” Kira called out.“It’s me.”Marcus.Kira walked over and unlocked the door. Her brother stepped inside and closed it behind him.“Are you okay?” he asked.“Do I look okay?”“You look like you want to murder someone.”“Good. Because I do.”

VANESSA POVThree weeks had passed since the disaster that happened at Kira’s restaurant opening and Vanessa was officially living in Adrian’s house.Mrs. Westbrook, one and only.Well, not yet. But soon.“Two years of marriage starting from the wedding date with no alimony and no claims on his assets, clean and simple.”Vanessa had signed her name on that dotted line with the biggest smile on her face. This was what she’d been praying for, for ages.Catherine had been over the moon. She’d hugged Vanessa so tight it almost hurt and told her how happy she was to finally have a proper daughter in law.The jab at Kira wasn’t even subtle but Vanessa didn’t care. She’d won.Now she was living in Adrian’s massive house, sleeping in one of the guest bedrooms, because Adrian has refused to touch her but hey, all good things still. She was wearing this damn silicone bump every single day.Vanessa stood in f

ADRIAN POVAdrian was in his office reviewing an office file when his phone started buzzing.One notification. Then another and another.By the sixth one, he picked up the phone to see what the hell was going on.Insta*** tags. All of them. People he barely knew tagging him in the same post over and over.He opened the app and his blood went cold.Elite Gossip had posted a photo of him and Vanessa. The one his mother had forced them to take last week in his living room. The caption read: BREAKING: Tech CEO Adrian Westbrook to marry former secretary Vanessa Chen. Sources say the wedding will take place in three weeks at an exclusive venue.The comments were already flooding in. Hundreds of them. Strangers were congratulating him. Strangers calling him out for moving on so fast. Strangers speculating about whether he’d cheated on Kira.Adrian’s hands tightened around his phone.This had to be Vanessa. It

ADRIAN POVAdrian sat in his hotel room staring at the calendar on his phone. It was seven days until he walked down the aisle and married freaking Vanessa Chen in front of half of New York.His mother had invited everyone. Business partners, investors, society people she barely knew but desperately wanted to impress. The guest list had ballooned from fifty people to three hundred. The venue had changed twice. The budget had tripled.Catherine was in heaven. Adrian was literally in hell.He hadn’t slept in his own house in two weeks. He couldn’t stand being under the same roof as Vanessa, or stand the way she walked around with that bump like she was already Mrs. Westbrook. Couldn’t stand the fake smile she gave him every time he came home to grab clothes.So he stopped going home.He’d been staying at the Four Seasons downtown. A suite on the top floor with a view of the city. Expensive and impersonal and exactly the space and privacy he needed right now.Work was the only thing keep