All Chapters of Dating My Ex Husband's Billionaire Boss: His Regret: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Aria’s POVThe rooftop door closed behind me with a soft thud, sealing away the music and the warmth of the elite crowd below. The night air hit my face like a slap cold. I wrapped my arms around myself, the silk of my gown suddenly too thin, too fragile against the chill that had nothing to do with the wind.I needed to breathe.Then I saw Amelia leaning against the glass railing, backlit by the glittering skyline, a small, dark object catching the light in her hand.A gun.My heart stopped instantly. My eyes wide as saucers. Time slowed to a crawl. My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out everything else. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t scream. All I could do was stare as she turned, her smile slow and vicious, the weapon held loosely at her side like a toy she’d been waiting to play with.“Well, well,” she said, voice smooth and poisoned honey. “If it isn’t the little assistant who thinks she’s found her prince.”The words cut deeper than the cold. "What do you want? You have Bran

Ethan’s POVEverything inside me went cold.Claire’s words didn’t need repetition. Her father. The man holding Aria. I already knew what that meant. I had seen his kind before—men who smiled easily, who touched without asking, who believed money erased consequences.It was a shock he was not arrested yet, money and power had a way of shielding criminals.The road ahead blurred as I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. My mind shut out everything except a single image: Aria trapped, standing still because fighting would only make it worse.I slammed the car into reverse. Tires shrieked as I turned us around, my foot pressing hard on the accelerator. The streetlamp came back into view far too slowly.“Ethan—” Claire said, panic edging her voice.“Hold on,” I said.I barely recognized my own tone. Flat. Controlled. There was no room for fear now.The locked room replayed in my head. Sophia’s call. The timing. I had stepped away at the exact wrong moment.I should have stayed.I stopp

Aria’s POVHis arms were still around me, loose enough that I could step away if I wanted to.I didn’t.The hallway felt smaller than it had moments ago, as if the walls had leaned in to listen. The lights were dimmed, casting everything in soft amber shadows, and the storm outside had finally quieted, leaving only the romantic aura of the house and the sound of our slow and uneven breathing syncing without either of us trying.He looked into my eyes like he'd been longing to touch me and kiss me l, to fuck me till my legs couldn't walk.My palm throbbed beneath the makeshift bandage he’d wrapped himself. The ache was dull now, pulsing in time with my heartbeat, a reminder of everything that had gone wrong tonight… and everything that somehow felt dangerously right.Ethan’s forehead rested against mine. I could feel the warmth of him, solid and real, grounding in a way that made my knees weak. His thumb brushed a slow, absent-minded line along my side, not demanding, not possessive—ju

Brandon's POVThe boardroom at Universal Holdings smelled of polished mahogany and stale coffee, the kind of scent that clung to old money and older secrets. Sunlight sliced through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting sharp shadows across the long conference table. I sat at the end, hands folded calmly in front of me, though my knuckles were white from the grip I held on my control.I knew what I wanted here and I was going to get it. The twelve board members shifted in their seats, their eyes flicking toward me with a mix of curiosity and caution. I'd chosen my charcoal suit carefully—tailored to perfection, paired with a crisp white shirt and the company's signature blue tie. The picture of reliability. But inside, my mind was a storm. 'One wrong word, and it all falls apart. They've vetted me, but what if they dig deeper? What if Margaret uncovers the real reason I'm here?' I thought.Harold Vance, the chairman, cleared his throat. "Brandon, your proposal is strong. Ten years

Aria’s POVThe words were right there.Balanced on the edge of my tongue—sharp enough to draw blood, precise enough to end everything Sophia has been planning.It would take is one sentence and one revelation. The proof sat heavy in my purse downstairs, medical reports that would rip the mask off Sophia’s face and expose her sickness for what it really was: a lie carefully rehearsed and endlessly rewarded.I opened my mouth.And then she broke instantly, clutching her body like someone spilled hot water on her.Sophia’s body went slack in Ethan’s arms, her face crumpling as if something inside her had finally shattered. A sob tore out of her chest—raw, ugly, desperate. She clutched at her side, folding into herself, fingers digging into his jacket like she was holding on to the last thing keeping her upright.“It hurts,” she cried, voice trembling violently. “Ethan… it hurts so much...My body hurts so badly. I—I’m sorry. I didn’t want to ruin tonight. I just wanted you to be happy.”T