All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S DIRTY SECRET: A FORBIDDEN SECOND CHANCE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter twenty-one

ONE SLUTTY CONFESSIONNOELLE'S POVThe apartment smelled like vanilla body spray and hairspray when I got home.I kicked off my heels at the door, dropped my bag, and let out a long, exhausted breath. Milo immediately wound between my legs, meowing loudly for attention. I scooped him up and buried my face in his soft fur for a moment, letting his purring vibrate against my chest.Today had been brutal.Seven days had now stretched into ten. Ten days late. Ten days of pretending everything was normal while my body screamed that something was very wrong. Ten days of Roman’s absence haunting the office like a ghost I had personally banished.I still hadn’t taken the test.The three boxes in my bathroom drawer felt heavier every time I walked past them.“Finally!” Bria’s voice rang out from her bedroom. “Come here! I need your honest opinion.”I walked down the short hallway still carrying Milo. When I reached her doorway, I stopped short.Bria stood in front of her full-length mirror in

Chapter twenty-two

NEGATIVENOELLE'S POVThe next evening, Bria showed up at my door with a determined look on her face and a plastic bag full of supplies and a look that said she wasn’t taking no for an answer tonight.“No more avoiding this,” she declared, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “We’re doing the tests tonight. All of them. Together. No spiraling in silence. No more pretending everything is fine while you’re slowly losing your mind.”I stood there in my oversized grey hoodie and leggings, hair in a messy bun, feeling exposed even though I was fully dressed. Milo sensed the heavy energy immediately and disappeared under the couch with a low meow.“Bria, I—”“Nope.” She held up a hand, cutting me off. “Ten days late, Noelle. Ten. You’ve been walking around like a beautiful ghost for over a week. We’re facing this head-on. Right now.”She emptied the bag onto my kitchen counter. Three different pregnancy tests. The expensive digital ones that spelled out the words, plus a few e

Chapter twenty- three

THE ELEVATORROMAN'S POVEleven fucking days.I had given her eleven fucking days of space.Eleven days of working from the penthouse, staring at the city like a man possessed, reading every single report she sent, analyzing her notes like they were sacred text. Eleven days of respecting her wishes while every cell in my body screamed at me to go to her.I lasted longer than I thought I would.But the moment I stepped into DANS headquarters that morning, I knew the leash had snapped.The elevator doors opened on the executive floor and there she was. Walking down the hallway in a soft cream blouse and navy pencil skirt, hair in a sleek ponytail, looking professional and composed like she hadn’t torn my world apart by asking me to stay away.Noelle.My Noelle.She didn’t see me at first. She was focused on her tablet, brows slightly furrowed in that way that always made me want to kiss the tension from her face. But the second she felt my presence, her head snapped up.Our eyes locked.

Chapter twenty-four

NOELLE'S POVThe elevator doors closed with a soft, final ding, and I was left standing there, skirt still slightly bunched around my hips, thighs trembling, breathing like I had just run a marathon.Alone.Roman had walked away without saying a single word.My body was still buzzing from the orgasm he’d ripped out of me with ruthless efficiency. My pussy throbbed with aftershocks, wet and aching, the evidence of what just happened slick between my thighs. My lips felt swollen. My legs barely held me up.And he had just… left.I pressed my back harder against the mirrored wall, trying to steady myself as the elevator descended back to my floor. My reflection stared back at me. Flushed cheeks, messy hair, eyes glassy with a confusing mix of pleasure and fury.He had used me.After eleven days of silence, after giving me the space I asked for, he had cornered me, fingered me in the elevator like I was his personal stress toy, and then walked away like it was nothing.The anger hit me li

Chapter twenty-five

APOLOGYNOELLE'S POVI avoided the executive floor like it was contaminated.For the next three days after the elevator incident, I buried myself in the charity gala preparations, took meetings on other floors, and left the office at exactly 5:30 p.m. every single day. I didn’t even look toward Roman’s end of the building. If his name came up in conversation, I changed the subject immediately.But I couldn’t avoid him forever.On the fourth day, Mr. Hawthorne requested an urgent in-person meeting to finalize details for the gala. And of course, he wanted both the lead coordinator (me) and the owner of the firm (Roman) present.I walked into the main conference room at 2 p.m. with my tablet clutched to my chest like a shield. Roman was already there.He stood near the window in a charcoal three-piece suit, looking unfairly composed and devastating. The moment I entered, his eyes locked onto me with that dark, unreadable intensity that always made my stomach flip.I forced myself to loo

Chapter twenty-six

CRIMSON SINROMAN'S POVThe Hawthorne Charity Gala was one of the most anticipated events of the season, but I didn’t give a fuck about the cause, the donors, or the press tonight.I only cared about one thing.Noelle.I stood near the grand staircase of the opulent ballroom, whiskey in hand, watching the entrance like a predator. The room was filled with New York’s elite. Crystal chandeliers, live orchestra, flowers worth more than most people’s monthly rent, but none of it registered.Then she walked in.And the entire world narrowed to a single point.Fuck.Noelle wore a deep crimson gown that looked like it had been poured over her body. The dress was sin incarnate. A plunging neckline that showcased the smooth brown skin of her cleavage, a slit up one thigh that revealed her leg with every step, and a back so low it barely existed. Her natural curls were styled in soft waves, and her obsidian eyes were lined with something that made them look even more dangerous.She looked like

Chapter twenty-seven

PENTHOUSE INVITATION.NOELLE'S POVI stared at the email for almost ten minutes before I replied.From: Roman Ashford Subject: Phillps Gala approvalsNoelle, I need the final vendor contracts, revised budget breakdown, and your detailed security notes before tomorrow’s board presentation. Since time is tight, come by my penthouse tonight at 8 p.m. We can review everything together. Address attached. — RMy stomach twisted.He wasn’t asking. He was telling.After the terrace kiss at the gala, after his apology, after days of him actually giving me the space I requested, this felt like a trap wrapped in professionalism. I wanted to say no. I wanted to tell him to meet me at the office like a normal person.But the gala was in four days. Everything had to be perfect.I typed back with shaky fingers.Noelle: I’ll be there at 8.I spent the rest of the afternoon regretting that decision.At 7:50 p.m., I stood outside Roman’s building in Tribeca, clutching my laptop bag like a shiel

Chapter twenty-eight

LIANANOELLE'S POVThe silence in my apartment felt heavier than usual that evening.I sat on my couch with my legs tucked under me, a half-eaten bowl of pasta growing cold on the coffee table. The TV was on, but I wasn’t watching it. My mind kept replaying the penthouse visit. Roman’s apology, the slow, deep kiss, the way he had looked at me like I was the only thing anchoring him to earth.And then my own words: “I can’t. Not yet.”I had walked away from him again.I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the headache that had been building since I left his building. Part of me regretted not staying. Another, louder part was terrified that staying would have meant losing the last bit of control I had left.My phone buzzed on the table. For one stupid second, my heart jumped, thinking it might be Roman. It wasn’t.Bria: Milo is being a dramatic little shit again. He keeps staring at the door waiting for you. Miss you, bestie. Come over soon?I smiled weakly and replied.Noelle: Miss you b

Chapter twenty-nine

SHOWER FANTASYRoman's POVThe hot water beat down on my shoulders like punishment.I stood under the rainfall showerhead in my master bathroom. My eyes closed, one hand braced against the marble wall as steam filled the entire space. The day had been hell. Back-to-back meetings, lawyers breathing down my neck about the latest board concerns, Europe branch expansion and the constant, gnawing ache of missing Noelle.It has been two weeks of me giving her space and it's starting to catch on.Two weeks.Fourteen days of her avoiding my floor like a plague. Fourteen days of her cold, professional emails. Fourteen days since I had tasted her on the terrace. Two fucking weeks and since I had felt her come apart on my fingers in that elevator.My cock was rock hard, throbbing painfully against my stomach, the silver barbell piercing at the head glistening with water and pre-cum.I couldn’t take it anymore.I wrapped my fist around my thick length and gave one slow, rough stroke from base to

Chapter thirty

BLACK ROSES AND POISONED TRUTHNOELLE'S POVThe knock on my door came later that evening.I was already in my pajamas, my hair messy, coffee barely touched, when I opened it to find a delivery man holding the most beautiful and unusual bouquet I had ever seen.Two dozen black roses.Deep, velvety black petals that looked almost dangerous in their perfection. They were wrapped in sleek matte black paper with a single silver ribbon. The delivery man handed me the bouquet along with a small cream envelope.“From Mr. Ashford,” he said with a polite nod before leaving.I stood frozen in my doorway, staring at the roses like they might bite me.They were stunning. Romantic in the most Roman way possible. They're not red, not pink, not safe. Black. Intense. Unapologetically.My hands trembled slightly as I carried them inside and set them on the kitchen counter.I opened the envelope.The note was written in Roman’s strong, elegant handwriting:“Not as a demand. As a promise that I can be

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