Dating My Ex Husband's Billionaire Boss: His Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Aria's Pov I walked past Sophia as she swung herself onto Ethan's arms, the blood in my veins boiled, my chest tightened."Easy, don't crash him..." I said sweetly, showing a pair of teeth I didn't intend to show.Ethan raised an eyebrow and chuckled lightly, he grabbed my arm, ignoring Sophia instantly. I could see the redness on her face."Hold on princess, were do you think you're going?" He said, pulling me closer."To bed, like a normal human being." I answered, turning away from him, but his grip was tight...It sent shivers down my spine."Ethan, she doesn't want to be bothered, let her be. Maria and I made supper for you, let's go eat before it gets cold." She said, pulling a forced smile that I knew too well.Ethan turned his gaze back at me again, he was bold in his movements, he slipped his hand on my waist and pulled me closer."Let's go," He said, looking at me."She can't join you...She's your assistant, her level can not mix with yours." Sophia said, folding her arms d

Aria’s POV I did not return to Ethan’s house that day, and he did not try to reach me. Not even a call or a message. 'He's probably busy introducing Sophia as his girlfriend or something...' I thought, feeling a tight knot in my chest. By the time the gala started, I no longer needed confirmation. He was already where he wanted to be, and that's with the person he had chosen again and again. The gown I wore that night was nothing like the soft dresses I used to choose. It was dark, structured, expensive in a way that spoke of authority rather than beauty. When I stepped out, my grandparents both paused. “You look like a Sinclair,” Grandpa Thomas said quietly. Grandma Eleanor smiled, pride and worry tangled in her eyes. “They won’t see a vulnerable girl tonight.” When we arrived at the gala, the atmosphere was thick with curiosity and greed from secret rivals who thought my grandparents were too weak to strike back. Every elite family was present. Investors who never

Aria’s POV“Melba?”Grandpa Thomas’s voice cracked through the hall like a gunshot.The woman stepped fully into the light, her heels stopping just short of the stage. She wore confidence like armor, chin lifted, lips curved in a smile that made my skin crawl. Her hair was sleek, her posture practiced. She looked like someone who had rehearsed this moment a thousand times.My long-lost cousin.The woman who was supposed to be dead to the Sinclair name.“I see you still remember me, Uncle,” Melba said smoothly. “I’d be offended if you didn’t.”“That woman is a liar,” Grandpa Thomas snapped, pointing at her. “She was exiled. She has no claim to this family, to this company, to anything.”Melba laughed softly. “Exiled by you, perhaps. But not by law.”The board leaned in immediately, eyes lighting up like predators sensing blood.“This is interesting,” Margret said calmly. “Ms. Melba Sinclair, you are claiming to be the rightful CEO?”“Yes,” Melba replied without hesitation. “And unlike

Aria's Pov The whole morning felt like someone had just punched my guts, I kept tossing and turning on my bed, something felt missing.... No...Someone.I got used to being around Ethan's house so much that my own mansion felt empty, the thought of Sophia roaming around his house made my blood boil, I already had problems with my cousin Melba, I didn't need more nonsense circling me.And so, I pulled my phone from my pocket and called Ethan, I stared at the screen as it rang. My heart was beating so fast that I'd would literally jump from my chest.When it showed he'd picked up, I quickly put it on speaker so that I could hear his voice even better."Hi baby," I said, biting my lip nervously. I needed him so bad, maybe the weight of my problems would lessen if I heard his voice."Oh this is Sophia, it's not Ethan...He's busy showering." She said at the end of the line.My pulse spiked instantly, beads of sweat formed on my forehead."Who gave you the right to answer his calls?" I spat

Aria’s POVThe bedroom is dim, only the soft amber glow from the bedside lamp painting long shadows across the sheets. My heart is already racing before his hands even find my thighs.Ethan hasn’t said very much tonight. He doesn’t need to. The way he is looking at me with those dark eyes heavy with hunger, lips slightly parted says everything the quiet between us refuses to.He kneels at the edge of the bed, broad shoulders filling the space between my parted legs. I’m already bare from the waist down, panties long discarded somewhere near the footboard. The cool air kisses my exposed skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat radiating from his palms as they slide up the insides of my thighs, slow and deliberate.“Relax,” he murmurs, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in velvet. His thumbs brush the tender crease where thigh meets hip and I twitch, involuntary. “I’ve got you.”I believe him. I always believe him when he says it like that.He leans in first with his nose nudgin