Alle Kapitel von His Rejected Wife: The Billionaire’s Regret: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

Vaughn’s point of viewI moved before I thought, which was rare for me. I liked control. I built my life on it. But the moment I saw her, everything else blurred.She stood there, her hands trembling, her head turned to the side, and I saw the way her cheek was bruised and her body shaking. He hit her. He fucking hit her. I almost took Paul’s gun and killed him when he stood there.A father should protect his daughter, not make his daughter look so helpless. Yes, my father can be an asshole sometimes, but he would never treat Laoise like this. He would rather die than hurt her. And Laoise can be a lot. Something inside me twisted, and I strode towards them.I should kill him.I should have killed him.But she cared about him, she told me once, in passing, how she always looked forward to seeing him when she was young, and I saw the light in her eyes when she spoke about him. I remembered everything about her. The way she said it is why I fucking held back.It’s not that hard to hide a

Callahan’s point of view“How could? How could you, Callahan?” Marissa growled, following me where I was going, but I was too pissed off for her tantrums, and I don’t think I had it in me not to fucking snap.She grabbed my arm, pulling me back so I could look at her.“This is not a good look,” she said, voice tight. “Fighting over a woman who’s not yours? That’s insulting, Callahan.”Not even yours. No. Orana was fucking mine, and Vaughn wasn’t going to take that away from me. I should not feel like that, knowing the woman I have always wanted was standing in front of me, but all I saw was Orana.Orana with Vaughn fucking Carson. Orana is letting him touch her. Taking what’s mine. Hearing the sounds she makes when having sex, the little faces she makes when she’s close.My jaw tightened. Orana was mine. And I will be fucking damned to let Vaughn think he can fucking take her away from me.Marissa kept talking. Something about embarrassment. Something about her reputation.“We were ab

Orana’s point of viewI checked my phone again.Nothing. No message. No missed calls.I told myself it did not matter if he called or not, but I missed him. I hated to admit it, but I did.I hated how quickly expectations had crept in. One night should not change anything. One man should not shift the way my day felt.And yet. I had spent the entire day waiting.I told myself he was just busy, but I checked out of habit.But habits do not make your chest tighten every time your screen lights up. My little voice in my head seemed to remind me.I cursed under my breath. For expecting more from a man like Vaughn.That sounded harsh, even to me. He had never promised anything. He never told me he would call me.“You know you can call him, right?” Sienna asked from the chair where she was still, her eyes very much locked on the screen.“I wasn’t—”“Don’t lie to me, Oran. I know you more than anything, and I know you want him to call you.”“No. I don’t care. It’s not like there’s anything m

Orana’s point of viewI can’t look at him. I can’t look at him without thinking about what happened earlier. Every time I tried to look at him, I could feel my cheeks heat up. I could still feel his fingers inside me.Fuck. I couldn’t focus on anything.“Orana?”I snapped my head, looking at Nehemiah, who raised an eyebrow, staring back at me, clearly not the first time he was calling my name.Every eye was turned to me, waiting for me to say something.My eyes darted around the table, and everyone was on me. Vaughn was smiling at me. Sitting back in his chair with a smug look.“Sorry, I didn’t get that,” I said, scrolling through my tablet.“I was wondering if you could speak to Lukic. I know you were in contact with him,” Nehemiah explained, and I nodded my head.“I did. He’s willing to sell, but the wife is a bit difficult, so I’m thinking of attending her fundraiser,” I said, my eyes turning to Vaughan. “I was wondering if I could join you for that so I can meet her.”It was nothi

Orana’s point of viewI was supposed to marry Vaughn. He knew. He fucking knew and didn’t say anything.I stood in my apartment with the lights off, city glow leaking through the windows.Is that what he meant when he said I had always been his?Had this started long before the rooftop, before the boardroom, before I even knew his name? Had Vaughn been staking a claim the first moment he saw an opening?It sounded dramatic, but it also sounded exactly like him. “Oran?” She called behind me, turning on the lights, and I turned around to see her, in her oversized hoodie and plaid pants. When she saw my face, something flashed in her eyes. “What happened?”I opened my mouth, and nothing came out.A hard lump rose in my throat so fast it hurt. I hated crying. Always did. So, I shook my head.She set the mug down and crossed the room. Then she took my hands in hers, warm fingers closing around mine. “Did something happen between you and Vaughn?”Again, I shook my head.Her brows drew