Alle Kapitel von His Rejected Wife: The Billionaire’s Regret: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

Orana’s point of viewHe said it meant nothing.The words replayed in my head long after I stepped out of the car, long after the meeting ended, long after I forced myself to breathe.He said it was a mistake. Heat of the moment.I should have felt relieved. Instead, I felt unsettled.Because if it meant nothing to him, why did it feel like something to me?I shook the thought away as I stepped into the apartment building, forcing myself to focus. I needed to look at the apartment.Three months. That was all I needed to think about. Three months in this city meant stability. It meant routine. It meant I had to bring my daughter here and build something temporary again.The apartment agent spoke, pointing things out: the kitchen, the lighting, the view, but her voice blurred into background noise as I walked through the space, trying to imagine it as a home.I couldn’t. This wasn’t home. I had a home in London, and I would go back once I had this project up and running.“Nice place. Th

Orana’s point of viewCarla. That was the name of Vaughn’s ex, right?She pulled out the chair across from me and sat down without asking, then crossed her very long legs while I sat down.She looked as if she had just come out of the runway. Her hair sat in a tight bun, not a strand out of place. Her shoulders were straight, like she had trained her whole life to hold them that way.I hated how fast I compared myself. She was everything I wasn’t. She had a slender body, long legs, and the perfect face with fucking freckles. Something that I have wished I had ever since I was young.But also, my body wasn’t that small anymore since I gave birth. I had curves, and my breasts were fuller now, my thighs thick, which never bothered me since I gave birth, but looking at her now?My fingers curled around the straps of my bag as I took her in. The neat lines. The calm face. The kind of beauty that did not need effort. If she was his ex, then this was his type. Women like her. Women who never

Orana’s point of viewVaughn told me to wait for him at the restaurant.He said we would look at an apartment, where he was trying to force me to move in. I did not want to go. I told myself I would cancel. I even picked up my phone to do it, but I didn’t.There was something about him. The way he spoke. The way he looked at me was like he already knew I would say yes.So, I came even though that woman told me to stay away.I sat at the table, fingers resting on my lap, trying to keep still. I wore a simple satin slip dress and flat sandals. Nothing special. I did not have the energy for more.He was late.That was not new since we came to New York.I checked the time again, then set my phone down. My jaw tightened as I leaned back in my chair.I should leave, but I couldn’t. Vaughn always showed up. Was something wrong?I picked up my phone again, staring at Liorah’s picture.I had called her Madelyn earlier, and there was no answer.It did not sit right, something felt off, and I wa

Orana’s point of viewWhat was Callahan saying? Vaughn was on the Feds’ watch list.“Yes. Orana. Is that the kind of man you want to be with?” He asked me, and I swallowed hard.“Unless it’s about business or the project, please don’t come anywhere near me,” I warned, and then I walked away from him. Something I never thought I was even capable of since I met him.I had never asked questions about Vaughn. I never needed to.He was everything that I needed. Never made me feel small or unworthy. He was easy to be around. He never pushed me until recently. Never made me feel like I owed him anything, even though I owed him my life and my daughter’s; he never acted like that.“Ask him where he was last night,” Callahan said behind me, but I kept on walking. “Or check his knuckles.”The word knuckles made my heart race because Vaughn had come the other day with bruised knuckles, and he said it was from the gym.“Madelyn,” I said when I reached the table. My little bunny smiled at me, looki

Vaughn’s point of viewThe second her lips crashed against mine, everything else stopped. It was just her and I forgot how to breathe.Her lisp tasted warm, so soft, and fuck, she tasted so good. The way her lisp moved, demanding more, her fingers digging into my hair. I could feel the shift in her breathing, the way it caught when I tilted my head and pressed closer.Fuck, Oran was like a drug I was slowly getting addicted to.I pulled her closer, and my hand came up to her waist. I needed to make sure she was real. I thought she might pull away, but she didn’t. Instead, her lips opened for me, and I slid my tongue into her mouth. She moaned against my mouth, and fuck, that did something to me.I felt my cock harden just at the sound of her moan, straining against my trousers. I wanted to hear that sound again, so I deepened the kiss.My other hand slid up her side, feeling the curve of her through the fabric, then slipping under it, pushing up her dress.Her skin was warm and so so