Todos los capítulos de Revenge of the billionaire's lover : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Monday started wrong.I woke up late. Leo wouldn't stop crying. The babysitter called in sick. I had to find emergency backup, which took forty-five minutes and cost double.By the time I got to the office, it was 8:37.Adrian was already there. His door was closed. I could hear his voice through it—sharp, angry.I sat down. Logged in. His calendar was a disaster. Three meetings had shifted. Two new ones had been added. Someone from legal needed files I didn't have.My phone rang. "Mr. Thorne's office.""This is Davidson. I need to speak with Adrian immediately.""He's on another call. Can I take a message?""No. Get him. Now."I put Davidson on hold. Buzzed Adrian's line.Nothing.I buzzed again.His door flew open. "What?""Davidson. Says it's urgent."He grabbed the phone from my desk. Didn't even go back to his office. Just stood there. "What is it?"I tried not to listen. Focused on the calendar. Tried to make sense of the chaos."That's impossible," Adrian said. His voice had dr

Friday morning. The boardroom was packed.Twelve executives sat around the table. Adrian stood at the head, presenting the Meridian merger. I sat in the corner with my tablet, taking notes like I always did."The terms are finalized," Adrian said, clicking to the next slide. "Meridian agrees to our valuation. The deal closes Monday."Applause. Murmurs of approval. The CFO nodded. The legal team looked relieved.Adrian's eyes found mine across the room. "None of this would have happened without my assistant."My pen stopped moving."Reina Vale saved this deal," he continued. "When Preston threatened to walk, she got me on a plane to Chicago within two hours. She negotiated with his team when they wouldn't talk to ours. And her contract review caught three clauses that would have cost us millions."Everyone turned to look at me.Heat crawled up my neck. "I was just doing my job.""No," Adrian said firmly. "You went beyond that. You always do."More applause. Quieter this time but someh

Monday morning. 8:47 AM.I made Adrian's coffee exactly how he liked it. Black. Extra hot. No sugar.My hands didn't shake as I carried it to his office. My face showed nothing but professional calm.The email I'd sent Saturday night sat somewhere in Jonathan Chen's inbox. Probably already opened. Probably already being analyzed by his entire legal team."Morning," Adrian said without looking up from his computer. "Thanks."He took the mug. Sipped. Set it down."Board meeting is at ten," I said. "Singapore presentation. Everything's ready.""Good." He rubbed his temple. That stress gesture I knew too well. "This deal needs to go through. We've invested too much to back out now.""It will." I kept my voice steady. "Your projections are solid."He finally looked at me. "You really think so?""I've seen the numbers. The board will approve."Something in his expression softened. Trust. Complete trust."What would I do without you?"I smiled. "Hopefully you'll never have to find out."---

Friday evening. 6:47 PM.I was feeding Leo when someone knocked on my door.I wasn't expecting anyone.I set down the spoon. Wiped Leo's face. Walked to the door.Checked the peephole.Marcus.I smiled. Opened the door. "Hey! What are you doing here?""Can't a guy check on his favorite people?" He held up a bouquet. Lilies. White and pink. "Thought you could use these. After being sick and all.""You didn't have to do that." I took the flowers. "But they're beautiful.""Not as beautiful as you." He grinned. Stepped inside.Leo banged his spoon against his high chair tray. "Mar! Mar!"Marcus's face lit up. "There's my guy!" He walked over. Lifted Leo out of the chair.Leo immediately grabbed Marcus's ear. Pulled hard."Ow! Easy, buddy." Marcus laughed, gently loosening Leo's grip.Leo giggled. Grabbed Marcus's nose instead. Squeezed.I found a vase. Filled it with water. Started arranging the flowers."Seriously though, how are you feeling?" Marcus asked, trying to keep Leo's sticky ha

The gala disaster was everywhere.By Monday morning, three major news outlets had run stories. Adrian's fumbled speech. The wrong names. The competitor he'd accidentally praised.Stock prices dipped two percent.The board called an emergency meeting.And Adrian? He locked himself in his office for six hours straight.I made his coffee. Answered his calls. Pretended everything was normal.But my heart wouldn't slow down---Tuesday afternoon, Adrian left for a lunch meeting downtown."Back by three," he said, grabbing his briefcase. "Hold all my calls."The elevator doors closed.I waited thirty seconds. Then I grabbed my coat.His townhouse was fifteen minutes away. I'd been there before—twice for work emergencies, once when he was sick. I had the spare key he'd given me months ago for "just in case."Today was just in case.The house was silent. Too silent.I climbed the stairs. His office door was closed but unlocked.Inside, everything looked the same. Massive desk. Leather chair.