All Chapters of His Rejected Wife: The Billionaire’s Regret: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Orana’s Point of View“What happened?” I asked, my voice coming out loud as I stormed into my brother’s office.Sean looked up from his desk, his expression tightening. Before he could answer, his eyes flicked toward the other person sitting in the leather armchair across from him.My heart stopped—my husband.Shit. I had no idea Vaughn was going to be here.I narrowed my eyes, an icy shiver running down my spine as I stared at him, wondering what he was doing in my brother’s office. “What’s going on?” I demanded, looking between the two of them.Sean opened his mouth to explain, but Vaughn beat him to it.“Just a visit,” Vaughn said, his deep voice sending a painful tremor through my chest. He stood up, his hazel eyes raking over me, tracing the lines of my face and body as if he were trying to memorize every single curve, searching for any sign that I was slipping away from him.“Excuse me,” Vaughn murmured, preparing to step past me.“Let’s finish this later?” Sean called out to hi

Vaughn’s Point of ViewI stared at her, my heart bruising against my ribs. She looked breathtakingly beautiful in the dress I had chosen for her weeks ago, but the emotional distance between us felt like something I could never cross again.I walked past her, not waiting for her to join my side. But as I brushed past her on the stairs, her sweet scent washed over me—the intoxicating mix of caramel, marshmallow, and warm skin—and fuck, it nearly brought me to my knees. I kept my eyes trained forward, hardening my grip on the banister as we headed down to play fucking house together.Her parting words from this morning lingered in my mind, a blade scraping against my ribs. I glanced over at her while trying to be as subtle as I could. Orana sat perfectly still, her hands resting in her lap, her eyes fixed on the passing city lights.I should have told her to stay home. I should have spared us both this torture. But as my eyes swept over her, I knew the dress she was wearing made her loo

Orana’s Point of ViewVaughn kissed me like a man who had been starved for years. His touch was electric, his hands sliding possessively up my thigh, sending a wave of heat straight through my veins. “Should I remind you of who you belong to?” Vaughn whispered in my ear. Before I could even gather my thoughts, he turned me around, pressing me flat against the cool marble of the vanity. “Vaughn.” My breath hitched as he bunched the silk of my dress around my waist, his dark eyes locking onto mine through the massive mirror, forcing me to look at him, to see the intensity of how much he wanted me.He put his leg between my legs, and using his foot, he nudged my heels, forcing me to spread my legs.It was intense, raw, and completely intoxicating—the most amazing thing I had missed about us.“Is this what you wanted? Seeing me lose control like this?” Vaughn whispered against my ear, while his hand cupped my sex, his fingers brushing over my thong.“Vaughn,” I whispered, almost out of

Vaughn’s Point of View“What the fuck happened?” I roared, storming into the basement where we had been keeping my father-in-law.The cold concrete floor was empty, save for two of my most trusted men lying dead, their wide, unblinking eyes staring up at the low ceiling, one of them Paul. An icy rage ignited in my chest.I whirled around on my heel to block the entrance, trying to stop my wife from coming any further into the bloodstained room, but she shoved past my arm, her jaw set and body shivering. She had told me she wanted to know everything about my life, and I couldn’t hide the dark reality of my life from her anymore.“Did the cameras capture anything?” I demanded, turning to my lead security detail.Ray shook his head, his face pale in the dim fluorescent lighting. “The cameras went dark thirty seconds before the breach, boss. It was a clean, targeted hit.”I slowly turned my eyes toward James, and a heavy, silent moment passed between us. He didn’t need to say a word; he k

Orana’s Point of ViewThe drive home was quiet, the silence between us thick with everything we had yet to figure out. While we were in the car, he told me everything, and if I ever wanted to know something, I could just ask him.So I asked him about connections, but the biggest question I couldn’t bring myself to ask him.I knew if he ever killed someone, it was for a good reason now, but I couldn’t ask him.By the time Vaughn was getting on the highway, exhaustion took over, and I drifted into a deep sleep.Vaughn carried me to bed and tucked me in. The only way I knew he did was because I was mumbling something, and he kissed me while I drifted off to sleep as he tucked me in.When I woke up in the morning, I instinctively reached across the cold sheets for Vaughn, but his side of the bed was empty.My heart instantly skyrocketed. Panic seizing my chest, I scrambled out of bed, searching our bedroom and the walk-in closet. He wasn’t there.Did he leave again when he promised to ans