All Chapters of His Rejected Wife: The Billionaire’s Regret: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Orana's Point of ViewI sobbed into Laoise’s shoulder. I don’t know for how long, and when I could finally move, she guided me to the waiting room as they operated on him.Someone else draped a coat over my shoulders and fixed it nicely. The shadow was small, but it wasn’t Laoise because she was sleeping on the chair.I looked up, and Vaughn’s mother stood there.I hurriedly got up, almost falling and hitting my face, panic coursing through my veins, but she steadied me.“It’s okay, sweetheart,” she said, her voice soft and kind. I expected anger from her and maybe insults hurled at me, but she just smiled weakly at me.She glanced at my bare feet and frowned. “Get her slippers. Now.”The assistant hurried off. Mrs Carson was already barking instructions at the other people she had come with.“Good morning, Mrs. Carson,” I said to her, and she chuckled, waving me off.“Oh, please. Just call me Penelope,” she said, her hand brushing over my hair.“I’m sorry,” I blurted out.She frowned

Orana’s Point of View“Orana!” Vaughn’s voice shouted from his room, and suddenly Mrs. Carson was already beside me, her hand firm on my arm.“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” She asked, as tears burned behind my eyes.“Stay with me,” she said, low and calm.“Orana! Fuck!” Vaughn growled again, his voice spilling into the hallway.“I have to… I…” I stuttered.Before I could respond to her, I found Madelyn’s name and pressed call.“Madelyn…” I said through the phone, my heart racing so fast, and I felt a bit drowsy just at the thought of what was happening.Her breathing came through the phone as if she had been running or crying, or both. For a second, I thought the line was breaking.“They took them.”Something inside me stalled. Who were they? Why would they take Sienna and Liorah?“Who?” I asked, though I already knew the answer would ruin me.“Men,” she said through her sobs. “I do not know who they are. They came into the café. We just wanted to get breakfast.”“How could you be so car

Orana’s Point of ViewMy father looked at him, really looked this time, his jaw tightened, and there was a flicker of something dangerous in his eyes, and then he lowered his hand.The grip on my arm loosened, and I didn’t wait to be steadied. I pulled free, pushing myself up, though my legs still felt weak.Callahan’s hand closed around my arm again, pulling me to him, and then he dragged me toward the door.I did not fight him, at least not yet. I needed air. Something that did not feel like it was closing in on me.We stepped outside, and he dragged me out of the house, ignoring Sienna’s protests behind me. The door shut behind us, and he kept on dragging me until we reached the paved pathway that led to the cars.“Listen, Orana…” he started, making me stop in my tracks, but I turned and slapped him so hard across his face.The sound cracked through the air. My palm stung, the impact reverberating up my arm, but I didn’t care. He fucking took them from me.I hit his chest next, all

Callahan’s Point of View“We had a fuckin deal, Henry,” I said it before I even crossed the threshold.I stood in his study, the same room where we had shaken hands like men who understood consequences.Henry did not flinch.He sat behind his desk, pouring himself a glass of bourbon.“We took a calculated risk,” he said. Too fucking calm. “And it nearly cost me everything.”Everything.I let out a quick breath, a scoff coming out of me. “Everything? That’s your granddaughter.”“I know exactly who she is.”His gaze did not shift. He just stared me hard, and fuck, I see why Orana always hated her father.“And I know what Vaughn Carson is capable of,” he added.I took a step forward. My hands curled into fists at my sides, nails pressing into skin. “You handed them back to him.”“I protected what I built.”“You sold them out.”His jaw tightened just enough to notice if you were looking for it. I was.“You’re angry,” he said. “That’s understandable. But anger does not change reality. Cars

Orana’s Point of View“You wanted to talk?” Callahan asked as he dropped into the chair across from me, and he leaned back as if he owned the room.There was a time I found that super-hot, but right now it was just annoying.I kept my hands wrapped around my glass, though I had not taken a sip in a while. The wine had gone warm since I ordered the glass.“What you did,” I said, keeping my voice calm even though I was fuming, “trying to take Liorah like that… it was cruel.”He didn’t move, just stared at me, his eyes locked on me.“But forcing Sienna into a marriage?” I went on. “That was worse.”His eyes shifted slowly, looking at my hands on the glass, then back to my face. “Do you know Vaughn?” he asked.The question caught me off guard, though I did not let it show. “This isn’t about him.”“It is,” he said, cutting in. “Because it’s clear, you’ve been ignoring my advice.”I let out a quiet breath. The way he looked at me made me uneasy. “It doesn’t matter,” I said. “I’m willing to