All Chapters of Discarded By The Billionaire: His Biggest Mistake: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

**Leylie’s POVI stayed with Ava all day, and she wouldn’t let go of my hand for more than a few minutes. She kept twirling around me in the playroom, her little feet pounding on the thick carpet, giggling every time she spun too fast and nearly fell. Her excitement bubbled out of her nonstop.After her tutor left, she flat-out refused to nap. “Leylie, remember that cartoon with the talking dog? I want to watch it again before school starts on Monday.” She climbed into my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck like she never wanted to let go.I smiled so wide my cheeks hurt. This was the same little girl who used to sit so quietly, unable to talk; now she was like a chatterbox, and every word felt like a gift. I brushed her hair back from her forehead. “You can watch it after you rest, baby.”She shook her head and buried her face in my chest. “I don’t want to rest. I want you to stay the night. Will you, Leylie? Please?”My heart squeezed tight. “I’m waiting for your dad to come home,

**Hayes’ POV**I stood there in the middle of Leylie’s apartment, chest still heaving, my knuckles split open and slick with Finnian’s blood. My jaw ached from how hard I’d been clenching it, and every muscle in my body felt locked tight, ready to snap again if that bastard even thought about coming back. I couldn’t stop picturing it—him on top of her, his hands grabbing at her clothes, touching her. The image kept flashing behind my eyes, making my stomach twist and my blood run hot all over again. What if I hadn’t turned around? What if I’d stayed home nursing my stupid anger instead of coming back to apologize? The thought made me feel sick.Leylie hadn’t moved. She stood frozen a few feet away, looking smaller than I’d ever seen her. Her hands shook as she tried to pull her torn blouse closed over her bra, but the fabric kept slipping. Tears ran down her cheeks in shiny tracks, and her breathing came in short, broken gasps. She wouldn’t look at me directly.I crossed the room in

**Leylie’s POV**"Did you hear that?" I whispered, my voice trembling as I raised my eyes to stare at Hayes.He hadn't spoken a word. He just looked... stunned, his face pale and unmoving. He had been like that ever since we listened to the recording of Finnian’s voice, detailing every step of his plan to destroy his reputation.He sat on the edge of my small sofa, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped tightly together, staring at the floor as if he could see the ground opening up beneath him."I can’t believe this," he finally said. It was the only sentence that had come out of his mouth in twenty minutes.Hayes hadn't gone back to his house after the fight with Finnian the previous night. He couldn't leave me, and I didn't want him to go either. We had spent the night together, and now we were in my living room, the coffee table between us cluttered with mugs of cold coffee and my phone. We had been listening to everything happening in Finnian’s office through the ti

**Leylie’s POV**I sat in the car Hayes had left outside my apartment incase I needed to be on the move, for a long time after leaving the restaurant, my hands still gripping the steering wheel. The silver flash drive sat on the passenger seat, catching the afternoon light.I couldn't stop thinking about the look on Matthew’s face. He looked pathetic. This was the same man who had cornered me months ago, his eyes full of malice, telling me that if I didn't sleep with him, he would go straight to Hayes and tell him I was a red. He had tried to use my past and my secrets to force me into his bed, all while pretending to be Hayes’s loyal best friend.But Hayes had found out, and the fallout between them had been explosive. Watching Hayes realize that his brother, his closest confidant, was a predator who had threatened the woman he loved... it had nearly broken him.Now Matthew wanted me to be his bridge to settle them.I grabbed the drive and finally started the car, driving straight to

**Finnian’s POV**The ballroom of the Grand Plaza was packed full, the air filled with the scent of expensive perfume and the sound of a hundred different conversations. I stood behind the velvet curtains of the stage, adjusting my red tie in a small hand mirror. My nose still had a faint red bruise, but the makeup artist had done a brilliant job covering it up.Today was the day.I looked out through a crack in the curtains. Every major news outlet was there. Cameras were being balanced on shoulders, and reporters were checking their microphones. In the front row sat my mother, Jacqueline, looking like a queen, and beside her was Blair. She looked bored, tapping her manicured nails against her clutch, probably wondering why she had to be here for a ‘product launch.’She had no idea that by the time I walked off this stage, I would be a free man.I took a deep breath, smoothing down my suit jacket. If I destroyed Hayes Doyle today, my company would become the only choice for the upc