All Chapters of The Billionaire's Forsaken Wife : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ROOSEVELT’S POVI stood outside the glass doors of the suite, holding the black folder tightly against my chest.It was Tuesday morning. I hadn't seen Zyran since I spotted him standing across the street from the restaurant yesterday. He hadn't called, texted, or sent his guards.Taking a deep breath, I knocked twice and pushed the door open.Zyran was sitting behind his desk, typing on his laptop. He wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. When he heard the door open, he paused and looked up.His dark eyes locked onto mine. For a moment, I saw a burning hunger flash in his gaze. But he blinked, and it quickly shifted to professionalism."Good morning, Ms. Evans," Zyran said, his voice smooth and steady. He gestured to the chair across from him. "Please, have a seat."I walked over and sat down. I placed the folder on the desk and slid it toward him."These are the final preliminary sketches for the villa," I said, keeping my voice strictly professional. "I redesigned the maste

ROOSEVELT’S POVThe weekend was torture.I didn't sleep, I sat on my sofa in the dark, staring at my phone. I kept picturing Zyran in Paris. I imagined him walking down the streets, holding another woman’s hand. By Monday morning, my chest ached.I walked into the office. I felt sick, but I held my head high."Good morning, Ms. Evans," Bianca said with a bright smile from her desk. "Did you have a good weekend?""It was very quiet, Bianca," I replied softly. "Is Mr. King in?""Yes, ma'am," Bianca nodded. "He flew back from Paris very early this morning. He is in his office."I took a deep breath, grabbed the Thompson file from my desk, and walked across the hall. The door was open.Zyran sat at his desk, he looked completely relaxed."Excuse me, Mr. King," I said as I stepped into the room.Zyran looked up. His dark eyes met mine. "Ms. Evans," Zyran said smoothly. "Do you have the file?""Yes," I said, walking over to place it on his desk. I hesitated for a second. My heart raced. "

ROOSEVELT’S POVI saw Zyran across the cafe with Elena. He smiled at her while pouring her wine. He played his cold, detached game perfectly.I took a deep breath and wiped a tear from my cheek.If he wants to play this game, I thought, my heart turning cold, then I will play it better.I turned away from his table and looked directly at Mateo. I gave him a bright smile."You are right, Mateo," I said softly. "He is choosing someone else. And I am done crying over a man who doesn't want me."Mateo’s eyes lit up. He squeezed my hand. "Do you mean that, Roosevelt?""I do," I promised. "I would love to take Lorna to the zoo with you on Sunday.""That makes me the happiest man in Milan," Mateo smiled.For the rest of lunch, I didn’t glance back. I didn’t see if Zyran was watching. I focused entirely on Mateo. We talked about art and food while laughing loudly. I let Mateo hold my hand on the table for everyone to see.When we finally stood to leave, Mateo gently placed his hand on my lowe

ROOSEVELT POV "I am not going to New York," I said, dropping the envelope onto his desk. "You cannot force me to leave my daughter."Zyran didn’t even glance at the envelope. His eyes stayed glued to his computer screen."It’s forty-eight hours, Ms. Evans," Zyran replied. His voice sounded empty. "Nixie will watch her.""You don’t control Nixie!" I shot back, my hands curling into fists."I do now," Zyran said flatly. He finally looked up, his dark eyes icy. "I approved her hiring this morning. She is my new project manager. If you want your best friend to keep her job, you will get on that plane."I gasped, the air leaving my lungs. "You’re blackmailing me?""I am conducting business," Zyran said smoothly as he closed his laptop. "The private jet leaves at eight o’clock tonight. Be on it.""What is this meeting, Zyran?" I demanded, my voice trembling with frustration. "Why do I have to be there?""You will find out when we land," he said coldly. "Dismissed."I stared at him, wanting

ROOSEVELT’S POV"Somebody took her."The words echoed through the phone. Time seemed to freeze, the sun suddenly felt freezing cold."Nixie, what are you saying?!" I yelled. My legs gave out beneath me. I hit the concrete driveway hard, scraping my knees. "Who took her?!""I don't know!" Nixie cried. Police sirens blared loudly in the background. "We were at the park! She was right next to me on the swings! I turned to throw away a juice box, and when I looked back... she was gone, Rose! A woman said she saw a man put her in a black car!"I struggled to breathe. Black spots danced in my vision. I dropped the phone onto the ground. I grabbed my hair, pulling it, trying to wake up from this nightmare."My baby," I choked out, lungs burning. "My baby!"Zyran didn’t panic.He dropped to his knees beside me and snatched the phone off the ground and pressed it to his ear."Nixie. It’s Zyran," he commanded. His voice was a deep, terrifying rumble of authority. "Stop crying. Tell me exactly w