Semua Bab His Rejected Wife: The Billionaire’s Regret: Bab 211 - Bab 220

Darian’s Point of ViewI was so fucking anxious. My pulse hammered in my ears as I sat at the quiet corner table of the restaurant, waiting for Blaire to arrive.I didn't want to break her heart, but I had no choice. Buchanan Enterprises meant more to me than anything. I had poured my entire life into that company, and I would give up anything to take my rightful place as CEO.“Hey!” Blaire beamed, a radiant smile on her face as she walked up to the table.I stood up, wrapped her in a brief, casual hug, and kissed her cheek before pulling out her chair. “Hey. You look beautiful,” I said, forcing a warm tone into my voice.“Thank you! You don’t look too bad yourself,” she said, her eyes sparkling.It gutted me that I had to do this to her. She was a good woman, and she deserved so much better than me.“I spoke to Monica earlier, Dare, and you should see—”“Blaire,” I interrupted quietly, my voice dropping to a low tone.She paused, looking at me with a flick of panic in her eyes—as if

Sienna’s Point of View“Are you okay?” he repeated, his deep, velvety British accent sending an unexpected shiver straight down my spine.I blinked up at him, my brain momentarily short-circuiting as I tried to regain my composure. “I—yes, I’m fine.”“I’m so sorry, I should have been looking where I was—”“No, I’m sorry! I was stepping out without—”We spoke right over each other, both stumbling over apologies until he let out a low, warm chuckle that made his blue eyes crinkle at the corners. “I’m sorry,” he murmured.“It’s okay,” I said, managing a breathless smile. “Enjoy your evening.”I stepped around him and made my way back to our table, my skin still tingling where his hands had touched my arms.The moment I sat down, Alaina leaned in, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Why are your cheeks flushed?”Before I could answer, Xander suddenly stood up, beaming as he looked past my shoulder. “Oh! There he is!”Alaina ignored Xander, leaning even further over the table toward me. “Ser

Sienna’s Point of ViewThe priest moved through the solemn ceremony, his voice booming over the silent cathedral as he led us through the formal rituals. With every single word spoken, Darian's dark gaze grew more suffocatingly intense. He stared at me as if I was a trap he had walked into. Did he really hate the idea of marrying me this much?I shook my head internally, forcing myself to look straight ahead and focus on my vows. When my turn came, the words tasted like ash in my mouth, but I recited them flawlessly, years of training in composure finally paying off in the one moment I needed it most."Do you, Darian Buchannan, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"The silence stretched a beat too long. Long enough that I felt the entire cathedral hold its breath along with me. I risked a glance up at him, searching his face for whatever was causing the hesitation.His jaw ticked like he was physically restraining something. When he finally answered, his voice came out low

Darian’s Point of ViewI raced up the stairs to Blaire’s apartment, my heart hammering in my chest. When I burst through the door, my stomach dropped. An empty bottle of wine lay shattered on the floor next to an overturned bottle of pills.“Blaire!” I shouted, rushing over to where she was slumped on the rug.I lifted her, forcing her to drink water and helping her flush her system before carrying her frail body to the bed. She clung to my suit jacket, weeping hysterically into my chest.“It hurts, Dare... it hurts so much,” she sobbed, her voice slurred and broken.“I know. I’m so sorry, Blaire. I’m right here,” I murmured, stroking her hair as guilt ate me alive.“Why did you have to marry her?” she whimpered, staring at me with glassy, bloodshot eyes. “Why Sienna?”“It’s complicated,” I said, unable to give her the full truth.She cried until her body couldn't handle the exhaustion anymore, her breathing finally evening out into sleep. But right before she drifted off, she squeeze

Darian’s Point of View“What the fuck is going on?” I demanded the second I stepped into my office.It was a Sunday afternoon. I shouldn't have been anywhere near the headquarters. But I froze in shock when I walked in and found none other than Sean fucking Aaronson sitting behind my desk, casually swinging in my executive chair.My assistant stood near the door, her eyes darting nervously between Sean and me. The moment she caught my eye, a flash of relief washed over her face, though she still looked terrified that I might fire her on the spot for letting him in.“What the fuck are you doing here in my office?” I growled, taking a hard step forward.“Thought we might catch up,” Sean said smoothly, crossing his ankles and propping his dark boots right up onto my mahogany desk. He leaned back, resting his hands behind his head.“You couldn't just call like a fucking normal person?” I snapped, my jaw clenching.He let out a low chuckle, his dark eyes locking onto mine calmly. “That’s t