All Chapters of His Rejected Wife, the Billionaire’s New Desire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ADRIANI flipped through the sketches Sophia emailed me. They were good, so good I had them printed out to view them better. The content of her email bothered me. We needed to talk, so I could make clarifications and also apologize. Fighting was against the rules, but maybe I was too… harsh? Then again, I couldn’t be lenient with the rumors making the rounds among the staff. Rumors I suspected were of Olivia’s doing. She never could handle rejection. It was my fault. She’d always acted like I was her boyfriend, and I never corrected her, only chalked it up to childish jealousy, and now Sophia was suffering for that. Suspending both of them was the right thing to do, but the way Sophia looked at me made me feel like I betrayed her. Sure, I liked her,

SOPHIAThe week went by surprisingly fast. It was Thursday, and I was ready for the week to end, so I could get some much-needed rest. My mind strayed to Adrian, and my chest constricted. I hadn’t seen him all week, but I didn’t want to be the first to make contact. The office buzzed with chatter and the noise of pens moving over sketchbooks as we finalized on a design. My stomach growled, and Kierra looked up. “Sorry,” I mumbled. “Don’t be. Take a break. Meet us later.”Given how famished I was, I didn’t refuse. I rushed to my office, unlocked the door, and grabbed my bag. But when I straightened up, Adrian was at the door, looking dapper. 

SOPHIAIt had been one day since Marc showed up at the lunch date with Adrian. I wasn’t sure if terming it a date was the right word since it had been more awkward than anything. If I thought we had a chance together, Marc’s appearance ruined it. Adrian had looked betrayed, like I didn’t inform him about my kid and son. I mentioned it at the interview. Maybe he thought we had separated or were divorced. Either way, I pushed those thoughts out of my mind and tried to focus on the contract sitting on the dining table.Olivia still hadn’t resumed work, but if we began work on Royalé Couture, both of us would never cross paths again. Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen the invitation card since tha

SOPHIA“Who was that?” I flinched at the voice, and Floral frowned. “What? You look like you just saw a ghost.”“Where were you?” I asked, sliding onto the seat. “Had to catch up with some old friends,” she explained. “Now, don’t change the topic. Who was that sexy man?” Knowing she was still married and in love with her husband, her comment made me cringe. It felt weird coming from her. “He was wearing a mask. How do you know he’s sexy?”“It’s in the catwalk,” she replied, sitting beside me. I wasn’t in the mood for jokes, so

SOPHIAA groan shot out of my lips. I rolled onto my side and collided with something firm. My eyes flew open, and I shut them immediately. The light… it was too bright. Slowly, I peeled my eyes open, trying to adjust to my environment. Sunlight cut in through the curtains, and my temple pounded like someone was beating a drum inside. Where was I? I patted the block of muscles beside me, frowning when I realized it was someone.  A man. Alison. I jerked up, my hand clamping over my lips when I saw I was naked. His arm reached for me in his sleep, and his hand caressed my breast. Oh my God. No, no, please. Tell me I didn’t. Adrian’s face popp