All Chapters of Dating My Ex Husband's Billionaire Boss: His Regret: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ethan The cute look on her beautiful face made my heart melt each passing second, she wasn't just sitting on the bed looking anxious as grandma left, but she sat like a goddess... someone I bound to protect and love no matter what. I ran my hand on through her hair, making sure to feel through each movement I made. I wanted her in my life, to have babies with her and wake up each morning seeing her face. Her eyes flattered open and stared straight into mine, the little scar on her neck visible to my eye. Making me hate Brandon even more, he wasn't man enough, and I hated how he had the fucking corrupted board's permission to stay in my own company. "What's on your mind?" Aria asked, her thick lashes batted softly, making me hard. "You ..I want to keep you in my life forever." I smiled at her. She let out a deep breath before pulling up a big smile. She didn't deserve any pain. "Has there been news from the investigators about Melba and her ridiculous scheme?" I asked, trying to

Aria's Pov I was busy making power points in preparation of the big day when u bring Melba down and out of my path. I wanted to do anything to keep my mind off Tamara and her ridiculous attitude.. Even Sophia was better.As I typed the last point, I heard Ethan's distant voice followed by his heavy footsteps. My heart leapt with joy as I quickly stood up and rushed towards the bedroom door. It was still sunny and the only thing I wanted was to have him in my arms all the damn time. But when I opened the door, I froze instantly. Tamara was beside him like a clingy little fly.I hated it, but I concealed whatever emotions I was feeling."Oh...She's still here..." Tamara said casually with the brightest smile.Ethan's face was firm and hard to read. He walked past me but making sure he grabbed my hand gently."Are you going to show me that thing we discussed about?" She said, leaning by the door frame. "Not now Tams... I'm tired." Ethan answered lazily.I was watching the scene unfo

Ethan’s POVThe side door creaked when I shouldered it open, louder than I wanted in the sudden quiet after the storm’s roar. Warm air hit us like a slap—humid, smelling faintly of old wood and the lavender candle she always left burning on the hall table. I kicked the door shut behind us with my heel. The sound echoed down the empty corridor.She was still clinging to me, face tucked against my throat, wet hair dripping cold trails down my chest. Every few steps another shiver ran through her—aftershocks, maybe, or just the abrupt change from freezing rain to heated indoors. I could feel the sticky warmth between her thighs where our bodies were still pressed together, my cum and her arousal mixing, sliding down her skin. It made something primitive and smug curl in my gut.I didn’t set her down until we reached the bathroom.Tile was cold under my bare feet. I flicked on the light—soft, dimmable, the one she insisted on installing because “harsh lighting is a crime after midnight.”

Aria’s POVAria could still feel the metallic warmth of blood on her hands as she stared at the TV screen, the room bathed in the flashing red and blue lights of police coverage. The entire country had seen what she had done. Headlines screamed her name, celebrated her bravery, and, in the same breath, whispered scandal. The Sinclair heiress had killed—or rather, had stopped—a woman threatening her family. She should feel victorious, proud even. And yet, the victory felt hollow. Every heartbeat reverberated with guilt, every breath felt heavier than the last.She sank onto her bed, the weight of what had just happened pressing down on her chest. Her grandparents were safe, yes—but how long would that last? How long before someone else tried to destroy them? Before someone tried to take everything away? Her mind spun, the adrenaline of the gunshot fading into a dizzying, nauseating exhaustion.The phone rang. She ignored it. And then there was a knock—soft, deliberate. She froze.“Aria

Aria’s POVAria’s legs felt like lead as she finally pushed open the door to Ethan’s apartment. Every step echoed in the quiet hallway, each one reminding her of the chaos she had left behind. Her palms were still sticky with sweat, her clothes damp from the adrenaline and the frantic fight with Brandon. Her chest heaved with every breath, her heart refusing to slow, even now that the immediate danger was over.She needed a moment..just a few minutes..to collect herself. To breathe. To think. And more than anything, she needed Ethan. He was calm. Grounded. The one person who could make her feel human again after the past hours of terror and blood.But the instant Ethan’s eyes met hers, her resolve faltered.“Aria!” His voice cracked, sharp with panic as he stepped forward. “What..what happened to you? Are you hurt?”She forced a smile, weak and trembling. “I’m fine,” she said, though the word felt hollow even to her ears. Her hair clung damply to her forehead, strands sticking to her