All Chapters of His Rejected Wife: The Billionaire’s Regret: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Vaughn’s Point of View“You will have to cooperate with us, Mr. Carson,” the detective said, leaning over the steel table.I placed my clasped hands on the scratched surface, looking him dead in the eye with zero emotion. “For the tenth time, I’m not saying another word until I speak to my lawyer. And quite frankly, I’m tired of this bullshit.”My voice was unnaturally calm, which only seemed to piss the detective off even more. I kept my face straight, refusing to break. I wasn’t going to give this bastard the satisfaction of enjoying his little victory party for busting me.Not that I was a fucking criminal, but I know the prosecution has been digging into my company for years.“What do you think your wife will think when she realizes that—”“My lawyer,” I cut him off, my gaze dropping into an icy glare that made him snap his mouth shut. “And don’t fucking talk about my wife.”He sat back in his chair, staring at me for a minute before pushing himself up and storming out of the inte

Orana’s Point of View“Mama, is Dad Vaughn going to be fine?” Liorah had asked me late last night, her little voice trembling as we curled up in bed together after I gently explained as much of the truth to her as I could.“Yes, baby. He’s going to be just fine,” I had assured her, pressing a soft kiss to her temple as she whispered how much she wished she could see him.I told her everything would be okay. But this morning, as the sun broke over the horizon, I wasn’t so sure.Dante had called at dawn, instructing me not to go to the courthouse for the bail hearing. He told me to stay home, carry on with work, and pretend everything was normal so the media wouldn’t smell blood. Being a Monday, I had to go into the office for a meeting scheduled around the same time Vaughn’s hearing was taking place. So I decided to have a Zoom meeting instead, which I did.Sean convinced me to take time off right after I gave him an earful for hiding my father’s involvement from me. Now, my entire ki

Vaughn’s Point of View“A stór,” the word tore from my throat like a plea as I held my wife flush against my chest. She was safe, back where she belonged, in my arms. Nothing in this world had terrified me more over the last twenty-four hours than the thought of her crying herself to sleep alone in our bed last night.“If I knew I’d get a welcome like this after spending a night in a cell, I would’ve gotten arrested a long time ago,” I murmured against her hair, trying to lighten the air.She didn’t laugh. Her arms only locked tighter around my neck, and the sound of her sobs hit me straight in the gut.“I’m fine, a stór. I’m safe,” I whispered, rubbing my hands down her back. But she held on for dear life, refusing to let go. Over her shoulder, Dante gave me a knowing look, offering a relieved nod.“Where’s Liorah?” I asked softly, pulling back just enough to look at her.“Penny took her for the day,” Orana explained, her hands immediately moving up to frame my face, her tear-fille

Vaughn’s Point of ViewI held Orana’s hand tightly in mine as we stepped into James’s club. James looked up, his eyes drifting from me to Orana, an eyebrow arching with skepticism.“Is she supposed to be here for this?” he muttered under his breath, stepping aside as we walked past him.“Yes,” I answered. “What’s the situation?”He led the two of us down the back hallway toward the private security office. “You are good, O?”“Yep. I’m good. Thanks, James,” she said, offering him a faint smile. But I felt her palm go cold and clammy against mine. A sign that she was terrified out of her mind.I looked down at her, giving her fingers an assuring squeeze. She glanced up and offered me a soft, grateful smile before we stepped through the double doors.James ran us through everything his team had uncovered: the IP addresses, the encrypted servers, how they had traced the messages, and how he could get Henry out of that place. “It doesn’t make sense. Why would Darian do that?” Orana asked,

Orana’s Point of ViewTwo days later.I hated being here. I hated being the center of attention under any circumstances, but the second I stepped into the central police station, every single eye in the lobby swung toward me. I could feel their heavy, lingering stares burning into my back as I walked past the front desk.I had business to settle with my father. That was why I hadn’t bothered telling Vaughn what I was doing or where I was going. He thought I was working in my office right now, but I was here.I needed to sit across from the man who donated his sperm so that I could exist in this world. It was time we put this behind us once and for all.When I took a seat on the cold steel chair in the interrogation room, I tried to steady my breathing, but my nerves refused to settle. I placed my designer handbag on my lap, gripping the leather handles until my knuckles turned white.The door clicked open. My father walked in, wearing the bright yellow prison jumpsuit reserved for rem