Alle Kapitel von My Accidental Billionaire Husband : Kapitel 371 – Kapitel 380

Delia’s POVThe Windsors walked out, and the ballroom did not know what to do with itself.One moment Julian Windsor was standing in front of Elliot Vesper, voice low and lethal, forcing an apology out of him in front of half the city’s elite. The next moment the entire table was on its feet and moving toward the doors in a clean, silent line. Grandma Celeste on Julian’s arm. Katia beside him in that silver dress that still made mine look like an afterthought. Gail is behind them. No raised voices. No dramatic exit lines. Just the kind of departure that told everyone in the room exactly who had won the exchange.The doors closed behind them.The silence that followed was worse than noise.I stood near the edge of the stage with a glass of champagne I had never sipped, the platinum band suddenly feeling like a brand on my finger. People were staring. Not openly enough to be rude, but enough that I could feel the weight of their attention sliding over me, then past me, then back again.

Noah’s POVThe gala had gone exactly the way my father wanted.Every detail managed. Every reaction anticipated. The entire room watching him step into the light for the first time in over a decade with the kind of theatrical precision he had clearly been rehearsing in private for years.I had not expected to feel unsettled by it.I had spent my whole life watching my father build things—companies, deals, and entire structures of influence assembled with a patience most men did not possess. Walking into that ballroom, I assumed whatever he revealed about the Windsor family would simply be another piece of that same careful architecture. Business as usual, dressed up in a tuxedo and delivered with a smile.I had not expected him to call an old woman a fool.He said it quietly, almost in passing, a single cutting remark aimed at Celeste Windsor and tossed off with the same casual cruelty he reserved for competitors he had already decided did not matter. I watched Julian Windsor’s face w

~Julian~Noah Vesper arrived unannounced in the middle of our family lunch, and for a moment I simply stared at him standing in the doorway of the dining room, uncertain whether the man in front of me had come as an extension of his father's war or something else entirely.I did not move.Katia's hand found mine under the table, a quiet, steadying pressure that kept me seated rather than standing and kept me watching rather than reacting."Grandma," Noah said, crossing the room toward her with a bouquet of white lilies held carefully in both hands. "I heard you loved these."Grandma Celeste rose from her chair, something soft crossing her face as she took the flowers from him, and when he leaned down to kiss her cheek, I understood, watching the ease between them, that this was not the first time these two had spoken."Sit," Grandma Celeste said, gesturing to the empty chair beside her. "You are just in time."He sat.Lunch continued in a silence I expected to feel uncomfortable and s

Julian’s POVI was out of the office before Zane even finished asking what was wrong.We took my car. I didn’t explain much. I didn’t need to. One look at my face and he just buckled up and let me drive. The school was twenty minutes away in normal traffic. I made it in twelve.By the time we pulled up, my jaw hurt from how hard I’d been clenching it.Inside, the front office already felt off. A man I didn’t recognize stood near the side corridor with security. Average height, forgettable face, the kind of person you pay when you want someone who won’t be remembered later. He was mid-sentence about a schedule change when I walked in.I didn’t let him finish.“You don’t go near my son,” I said. My voice came out low. “You don’t speak to him. You don’t look at him. If I see you again, the police will be the least of your problems.”Security already had his arm. Zane stepped in to help keep him contained while I went to find Aiden.He was in the after-school room with a juice box and a h

Noah’s POVI found her in the guest room just after nine.The door was half open. Delia sat on the edge of the bed with her phone face-down beside her and her shoulders curved forward like she was still bracing for the next hit. She had changed into something plain and dark. No makeup. Hair pulled back. The version of her that existed when there was no audience left to perform for.I knocked once on the frame.“Can I come in?”She looked up. For a second I thought she might tell me to leave. Then she just nodded and turned her eyes back toward the window.I stepped inside and closed the door quietly behind me. The room still smelled faintly of the perfume she had worn the day before, now mixed with the stale quiet of a space that had been occupied by someone trying not to be seen.“I owe you an apology,” I said.Delia didn’t look at me.“For which part?”“For what my father did to you. For the messages. The voice notes. All of it ending up in public. I didn’t know he was going to do t