Alle Kapitel von My Accidental Billionaire Husband : Kapitel 361 – Kapitel 370

Delia’s POVNoah Vesper’s office sat on the top floor of the same glass building. The desk was black stone. The chairs were low enough that anyone sitting across from him had to look up. I noticed that the second I walked in.He did not stand when I entered. He pointed at the chair opposite him with two fingers.“Sit.”I sat and placed the printed guest list and seating chart on the desk between us and kept my back straight.Noah picked up the first page and scanned it in silence. His eyes moved slowly. When he reached the top of the list, he stopped.“Windsor, Julian, and Katia,” he read aloud. “Main table. Center seats.”He looked up at me.“Explain.”“They are the most powerful couple in the city right now,” I said. “Every donor on this list watches what the Windsors do. If they attend and sit anywhere else, people will assume Vesper Group is either afraid of them or not important enough to keep them close. Either way, it hurts the launch.”Noah set the page down.“You spent two ye

Katia’s POVSam sat across from my desk with her tablet open and that look she got when she already knew the answer but wanted me to say it out loud.“Why did Delia make an appointment?” she asked.I kept scrolling through the quarterly numbers on my screen.“I don’t give much of a shit,” I said. “I’ve been civil. I’ve answered her calls. I’ve stayed out of the press when she tried to drag me into it. She still treats me like I personally ordered her to play house with a man who never wanted her. That’s her problem, not mine.”Sam raised an eyebrow.“She’s listed under Vesper Group. Same company that sent the gala invitations.”“I noticed.”“You going to take the meeting?”“She’s already on the calendar. Cancelling now just gives her another story to sell. Let her come. I’ll listen. Then I’ll send her back to whoever is pulling her strings.”Sam opened her mouth to say something else when my phone lit up with Julian’s name. I answered on speaker.“You’re on speaker with Sam,” I said.

Noah’s POVI sat behind my desk and stared at the two rejected folders Delia Kensington had left for me the day before. One from Julian Windsor. One from Katia Windsor. Both untouched by the people who mattered. Both returned with the same dismissal that told me exactly how little respect Vesper Group had earned in those rooms.Delia Kensington could not get one fucking thing right.She had walked into WEG with a proposal so poorly structured that Julian Windsor had not even opened the folder. She had walked into Katia’s office and somehow turned a simple investment conversation into a personal screaming match that ended with her being thrown out. She cried. She snapped. She made everything about her wounded pride and her missing last name. Every task I gave her arrived late, incomplete, or soaked in whatever emotional storm she was living through that hour.If it were up to me, I would have fired her the day she came back from Julian’s office empty-handed. I would have ended the cont

Delia’s POVI arrived at the Grand Meridian in a black car Noah’s office had sent. The dress I chose was deep emerald, structured, expensive, and cut to remind every person in the room that I still belonged in places like this. The Vesper ring sat plain and heavy on my finger. I kept adjusting it on the ride over, as if moving it around might make it look like it meant something more than a signature on a contract.The steps outside the ballroom were already crowded with cameras and early guests. I stepped out of the car and felt the first flash go off. I lifted my chin and smiled the way I used to when the last name on my arm still opened every door.Inside, the ballroom looked exactly as I had planned it. Black and gold. Tall florals. Soft light that made jewelry flash. Staff moved in clean lines. For a moment I felt a thin thread of control return. This room still answered to me, even if the man who had married me that morning could barely stand to look at me.Noah was already ther

Julian’s POVNoah Vesper stepped back from the microphone like he had just delivered something holy. The side door opened. A man walked into the light with the unhurried arrogance of someone who had spent years watching other people bleed for him.Older. Silver at the temples. Same sharp jaw as Noah. Dark suit, no tie, hands loose at his sides like the entire ballroom was already his property. The room rose in polite, brainless applause. Cameras flashed under the limits Delia had so carefully set for a night she still thought belonged to her.I didn’t clap.Beside me, Grandma Celeste went rigid.I turned. The color had drained from her face so fast it looked like someone had reached into her chest and pulled something vital out. Her fingers were locked around the stem of her glass hard enough that I expected it to snap. She wasn’t looking at the stage the way the rest of these idiots were. She was staring at the man up there like she was seeing a corpse that had learned how to smile.