All Chapters of My Accidental Billionaire Husband : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

DeliaThe humiliation from Julian’s wing was still a raw, open wound in my chest as I drove toward the city. My skin felt tight, my nerves frayed, and the only thing that could dull the edge was the kind of attention Julian refused to give me. I didn't want romance. I didn't want flowers. I wanted to feel powerful again, and I knew exactly where to find the man who looked at me like I was a prize rather than a chore.I didn't call ahead. I didn't need to. I let myself into Victor’s place, my heels clicking a fast, aggressive rhythm across the floor. He was there, turning toward me with a smirk that said he’d been expecting a visit from the "forgotten" Kensington. He didn't say a word as I walked straight up to him and grabbed the lapels of his shirt.I needed to be taken. I needed to drown out Julian’s voice telling me I was repulsive and that my sister was the only one who could make his blood run hot.We didn't make it to the bedroom. I pushed him back toward the couch, and he went

~Julian~I cancelled everything on Sunday morning.Not for any reason I could fully articulate. I woke up at seven and looked at the calendar and thought about the calls and the strategy sessions and the legal briefs waiting on my desk, and I picked up my phone and cancelled all of it. Zane texted back a single question mark. I did not respond.I drove to the park near the Windsor estate at nine AM and sat on a bench.I had not done anything in years. I had forgotten what it felt like. I sat on the bench with my coffee and watched the park exist around me — dog walkers, joggers, a woman reading a book on the grass, and two elderly men playing chess at the stone table by the fountain.I had been sitting there for forty minutes when I heard it."The simulator man!"I turned and saw Aiden twenty feet away from me, already running.He covered the distance in seconds and stopped directly in front of me, slightly out of breath, looking up at me with the clear, satisfied expression of someon

~Katia~The filing landed at eight AM.Not as a call. Not as a message from Marcus. An actual document — one hundred and fourteen pages, formally stamped — was served to IG Technologies' registered legal address and simultaneously emailed to my personal account with a cover note from Victor's lead attorney that was so professionally courteous it made my teeth hurt.I read the cover note over my first coffee.Then I made a second coffee and sat down and read all one hundred and fourteen pages.It took forty-five minutes. I ate breakfast while I read — eggs; toast; and the orange juice Sam had left in my refrigerator with a note that said, 'Drink this, you won't' — and I finished both the filing and the food at approximately the same time.Victor had been thorough.I had known he would be. He had been building this for five years, and he had filed it with the precision of someone who had checked every line seventeen times before signing. The claim was clean on the surface — Halo's pre-s

~Julian~She arrived at noon exactly.I was already at the head of the war room table when the door opened and Katia walked in. She had come from somewhere — a meeting, a call, whatever her morning had contained — and she had not had time to change or slow down. She was in the clothes she had started the day in, her hair still neat, her posture the same as it always was. Like nothing could touch her.She saw me and crossed the room and sat two seats to my left and opened her laptop and did not look at me again for forty seconds while she pulled up her files.I was watching her for all forty seconds.She knew it. She did not acknowledge it.The legal teams filed in around us — Marcus and his team from IG; Reid and my senior counsel from WEG; four associates between them; laptops and files; and the focused energy of people who understood that the work in this room mattered.We worked.The critical piece came at hour two.My intelligence team had pulled Victor's full corporate history —

~Julian~I read the article at 6 AM.Reid had sent the link at five thirty with a brief note: 'You'll want to read this before the markets open.' I opened it before I was fully awake and read it once quickly and put my phone down and looked at the ceiling for a long time.Then I picked it up and read it again.She had taken her mother apart in five paragraphs. Not aggressively — worse than aggressively. Precisely. She laid out the facts of what the Kensingtons had done with the clean, unflinching delivery of someone who had decided the truth was the most powerful thing she had and was done keeping it private. A twenty-year-old thrown out of her family home while pregnant. Six years away. One year back. A family that did not know their grandson's middle name claiming to be concerned about her marriage.The world now had questions for the Kensingtons.The world was going to keep having them.I read the piece a third time. The way she talked about building IG Technologies. The way she ta