All Chapters of His Rejected Wife, the Billionaire’s New Desire: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

SOPHIA The master bedroom felt like coming home. As soon as we were inside, Adrian’s lips crashed over mine again. But he broke it off too fast. His arms stayed around me, and his chin rested on top of my head, his breath slow and even. The room smelled like him. Musk, clean linen, and the faint trace of the leather jacket he was wearing. No more guest-room lavender diffuser. No more cracked doors. Just us, finally in the same space, even if the cracks beneath us hadn’t fully healed yet.I pulled back and touched the small cut on his lip. “You’re bleeding,” I said softly.He gave a half-smile. “Maleek’s elbow. Worth it.”Shaking my head,

ADRIANI came home earlier than usual. The penthouse was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioning. Ollie was already asleep. His door was cracked, galaxy stars spinning faintly across the ceiling. Sophia was in our room, curled on the couch by the wall, sketching on her tablet. She looked up when I walked in, and the smile she gave me was small, but real.“Hey,” she said.“Hey.” I dropped my keys on the table, shrugged off my jacket, and sat close enough beside her that our thighs touched. “Rough day?”She set the tablet aside. “You could say that.”I waited because I knew there was more. My day was mostly fine except for the text Mom se

ADRIANI thought clarity would feel different, but life was quick to show me that, sometimes—most times—not everything worked out the way I planned. While that made sense to a degree, I hated it, and with every fibre of my being, too.This new information was supposed to come with relief, maybe even a sense of control. Instead, it sat heavy in my chest, sharp-edged and restless, like something unfinished clawing for attention.The day had passed without my telling Sophia about the meeting with my mom, or even the deed. Her trust in me was still fragile but real, and I wouldn’t take it for granted. As I continued to Maleek’s place, I promised myself this would be the last secret I kept from her, but I needed a few more answers so I could present everything togethe

SOPHIAI didn’t sleep that night. Not because I didn’t try. I tossed, turned, paced, and even padded to the kitchen for warm milk at 3 a.m. They say it helps. It didn’t. Every time I shut my eyes, I heard the cuffs click around Maleek’s wrists. I saw Christopher’s calm, certain smile. I heard Maleek’s quiet warning: Act like you saw nothing. By morning, pretending felt impossible. My stomach was a knot of sickness, and Adrian still hadn’t come home. His phone had been off all night. No text, no call, and no explanation. I told myself he was safe, that he was handling whatever came after the fight and the leak, but the silence pressed harder than any words could have.After preparing Ollie for

ADRIANI stood outside the door longer than I meant to. The hallway light flickered once, casting long shadows across the floor. I could hear the faint hum of the city through the windows, but inside the penthouse felt impossibly still. For the umpteenth time, I reached for the handle without touching it. My chest constricted, and I ran through every possible version of how this conversation could go wrong.Delilah informed me about Sophia’s check-in. About the whispers that had circulated since both of us fought. I’d planned to keep calm, but after how he treated our mother and the remarks he made about my woman, he deserved a few punches. Or even more. I hated that I hadn’t been there when Sophia needed me to be. That I couldn’t be there to stop her from