Billionaire Boss? Nah, Just A Possessive Husband!의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 90

‘So here’s my counter-proposal,’ I continued, my voice sweet and deadly. ‘You can keep your five hundred million. And the SVP title is a lovely thought, but frankly, it sounds like a lot of work for middling rewards.’I paused for effect, watching his smile freeze into a rictus of horror. ‘I’ll stay. I’ll be the perfect, silent, smiling wife. I’ll even pop out a Grant heir or two. But in exchange, I want a fifty-one per cent stake in Mayfair Global. I want a seat on the board, and I want to be installed as Chief Executive Officer.’The silence in the room was absolute. You could have heard a hair drop on the Persian rug.‘You see,’ I explained, my tone one of helpful clarification, ‘if I’m going to prostitute myself for the sake of my “self-worth” and my future children’s “legacy”, I might as well own the brothel. Then, your son can fuck whoever he wants. He could have an orgy in our marital bed, and I’d be too busy in the CEO’s office counting my dividends to even notice.’The colour

‘You’ll see when we get there,’ Cary replied, his tone flat and final, as if that were the end of the discussion.It was not. ‘Pull over. Right now. You wanted to talk, so let’s talk. This stretch of anonymous tarmac is as good a place as any.’He said nothing. His silence was a wall, and my words just bounced off it, useless.A fresh wave of irritation, closely followed by a spike of genuine fear, washed over me.I wasn’t idiotic enough to try and wrestle a maniac for control of a speeding vehicle, but I had to make him stop. At this rate, our final destination was either going to be the twisted embrace of an ancient oak tree or a dramatic, albeit brief, flight over a cliff edge.The gun was a cold, heavy comfort in my lap, a paradoxical promise of safety and menace.My fingers tightened around my phone. As I mentally scrolled through my options for summoning help, my brain, traitorously, didn’t land on the police.It landed on Lochlan. That man who seemed to possess a preternatural a

I knew this man.I knew how much he loved his work, his company, the intoxicating feeling of control it gave him. I knew how viscerally he hated giving up control, surrendering anything he considered his.Which meant, with a terrifying, crystalline clarity, I understood exactly what this piece of paper represented. It was a guillotine, and he was handing me the rope.If he ever cheated again, he would be utterly, completely ruined.‘I know I’ve made a fucking catalogue of stupid mistakes,’ he said, his voice thick with a fatigue that seemed to go right down to his bones. ‘I’m stubborn, I’m proud, I played idiotic games that only pushed you further away. We started on the wrong footing. I thought I’d bought you with money, so I could do whatever I wanted. It was the stupidest, most wrong-headed thing I’ve ever done. I just… I want a fresh start. A real one.’My legs felt weak, suddenly incapable of supporting me. I had to sit down.I groped blindly behind me for the armchair and sank in

What followed was a brutal, inelegant brawl in the cramped confines of the cabin.Cary was bigger, his swings longer and more powerful, fuelled by a lifetime of getting what he wanted through sheer force of will.But Lochlan was quicker, more precise, using the limited space to his advantage, blocking and landing sharp, punishing blows of his own. A small table splintered. A lamp crashed to the floor. It was a symphony of grunts and the sickening thud of fists meeting flesh.‘Stop it! Both of you!’ I shouted, but it was useless. They were two stags locked in combat, blind to anything but each other.Driven by a surge of pure panic, I physically threw myself between them, grabbing at Cary’s arm to yank him back.A hard elbow connected sharply with my stomach. A gasp of pain escaped me, and I doubled over.The fight stopped instantly.Both men froze, staring at me as I clutched my midsection, winded and furious.That was all the opening I needed. I straightened up, wincing, and grabbed L

I was about to ask him what he meant by that when the waiter arrived with our food, placing the starkly presented, virtuous plates in front of us.We ate mostly in silence, sticking to sparkling water. When the bill came, I reached for my wallet, but Lochlan shook his head. ‘There’s no need. I have a house account here.’‘Oh. Well, then I suppose I owe you a meal,’ I said, the words feeling inadequate.As we left, I saw Roy waiting patiently by a familiar black car. I glanced questioningly at Lochlan.‘Roy will drive you home,’ he said.‘What about you?’‘I’ll be fine.’The valet pulled up in the car we had arrived in. It seemed our strange, shared journey was over.‘Goodnight, boss,’ I said, feeling a confusing mix of relief and disappointment.‘Goodnight, Hyacinth.’I got into the car with Roy. ‘Thanks for coming out so late on a weekend,’ I said, buckling up.‘Not a problem,’ Roy replied cheerfully, pulling away from the kerb. ‘Triple overtime for this little trip.’ He glanced at me