All Chapters of Billionaire's Relentless Pursue: Regret After Divorce : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Aurelia,I stood there, watching him as he handled those people who were ready to strike me down with words. I didn’t expect some of the board members would actually be here before the meeting. The air in the room felt heavier than usual, thick with an unspoken tension that pressed against my chest.“As you know, she has been working here since she was a teenager. From her internship to her first actual job, everything has been here. Also, we all trusted the late chairman, who knew exactly what he was doing,” Justin said as he sat there, his posture relaxed yet rigid at the same time, eyes sharp and dangerously cold.Even the board members sitting across the table stiffened. Some of them shifted in their seats, while others pressed their lips together, their gazes darting away for a brief second before returning to him.“It doesn’t matter that she is eligible for the CEO candidacy. We need someone who can manage the company and—!”“You are just trying to find someone who will follow y

Justin,I walked into the golf club, holding my work bag, the leather strap digging slightly into my palm from how tightly I was gripping it. The faint smell of polished wood and expensive cologne lingered in the air. " Justin!" In a private area, I heard a familiar voice. My steps slowed for half a second before I turned, my jaw tightening instinctively. I found my Uncle Brian, my mother's brother, a renowned writer, waving his hand with that easy confidence he always carried." I knew you would come, Bud!" He grinned playfully, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he walked toward me with long strides. " I told Mr Ivan to go home. You won't attend any meetings today!"My brows drew together, a faint crease forming between them. " What? Why would you do that?" I asked, my voice calm, almost too calm. I hadn't gone to the company the entire day, and the thought of that unfinished meeting had been sitting in my chest like a weight. I had planned to handle it tonight.He grabbed my a

Aurelia, At the end, Justin never came. Jasper dropped me off at the entrance of the company and left soon after telling me to call him when I needed. However, Justin's action had fueled the strength I needed to handle those people sitting in the conference room. I would move forward without him. As soon as I arrived at the company, Dad's personal secretary and assistant, Eric Darren, walked toward me with a professional smile on his face. He bowed, and four bodyguards followed me instantly. I didn't want any extravagant entrance, but it seemed the company had a different approach in this matter. Walking across the lobby, walking into this familiar place felt unfamiliar something. Dad used to wait for me at the entrance so that we could walk in together. The usual teasing and telling me how I was going to dominate the company with my sharp observation and intelligence and how those people who hated my existence would be jealous, I started missing them already. Today I wo

Aurelia,“Are you alright, Boss?” Mr. Darren placed a cup of coffee on the table.I looked at the surface of the hot, steaming coffee. The soft threads of steam drifted lazily into the daylight, curling and vanishing in the quiet air. The warm scent felt like an anchor, wrapping faintly around my senses, but deep inside, I was far from alright. My fingers twitched on the armrest before I curled them into a fist, forcing them to still.“I don’t know, Mr. Darren.” I met his eyes—old, exhausted, and wise. He had worked beside my Dad for thirty years. He knew more about Dad than I ever could. “Today I lost control.” My jaw tightened slightly as I spoke. “I should have dealt with them in a respectful and grateful way.”Mr. Darren smiled. It was a small, thoughtful smile, but something in my chest shifted at the sight of it. He leaned back slightly, folding his hands over his knee.“My Lady.” He sat down across from me, his back straight, voice calm and steady. “Are you sure you should have

Aurelia, Jasper's words kept playing in the back of my mind. At least they didn't turn into a shooting star. Something that disappeared within a blink. Why would he say that? Did he lose something like me? That question remained unanswered because I never asked him. When morning finally returned after a night of struggling to sleep, I slowly opened my eyes, a dull ache settling deep into my bones. I was fatigued, and I had no time to recover from it. I had to handle the memorial celebration. And I was yet to tell Mom about it. As I pushed myself up, my gaze drifted to the bouquet I had placed on the table the night before. But to my surprise, it had been replaced by a fresh one. "What—?" My brows furrowed. My eyes swept across the room, pulse quickening. That was when I noticed him. Justin. He was sitting on the couch, head tilted back against it, eyes closed, looking absolutely terrible. Worse than I remembered. His jaw looked sharper, his cheekbones more prominent, like some