All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Billionaire Boss : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

(Ciara’s POV)The moment I walked out of the building with Williams beside me, I felt like I could finally breathe again.But it was not relief.It was pain.The kind that sat heavily in your chest and refused to loosen no matter how hard you tried to control yourself.My grip around Williams’s small hand tightened unconsciously as we walked through the parking lot in silence. The evening air was cold from the rain that had started pouring heavily outside, and people hurried past us trying to avoid getting soaked, but I barely noticed any of it.All I could hear was Lucas’s voice repeating itself inside my head.“I made a mistake.”The words haunted me because they were everything I wanted to hear seven years ago.Seven years ago, I would have forgiven him immediately.Seven years ago, I would have cried in his arms and believed every promise he made.Seven years ago, I would have chosen him over my pride.But now…Now everything was different.Because seven years was a long time.Lon

(Ciara’s POV)I stood in front of the mirror for almost twenty minutes without moving.Not because I could not decide what to wear.But because deep down…I did not even want to go.The soft cream-colored dress clung gently to my body, elegant without trying too hard, while the delicate jewelry Lizzie had forced onto me rested lightly against my skin. My hair fell in loose waves around my shoulders, and the makeup on my face was subtle enough to look effortless.To anyone else, I probably looked beautiful.Ready.Composed.But all I saw in the mirror was a woman trying desperately to convince herself she was okay.And the worst part was…I was failing miserably.“You’re staring at yourself like you’re about to attend your own funeral,” Lizzie’s voice came dramatically from behind me.I sighed softly without turning around.“I still have time to cancel.”“Absolutely not.”I finally glanced back at her.Lizzie stood by the bedroom door with both arms crossed proudly over her chest like

(Ciara’s POV)By the time I got home, I was exhausted in every possible way.Not physically.Emotionally.The kind of exhaustion that settled deep inside your bones after spending hours fighting feelings you no longer wanted to have.The drive back home had been painfully quiet.Not because there was traffic.Not because the city was unusually calm.But because my mind would not stop replaying Lucas’s face outside the restaurant.That look in his eyes.God.I hated that look.Because it reminded me too much of the man I used to love.Not the cold Lucas from seven years ago.Not the man who doubted me.Not the man who stood there while his family humiliated me.But the Lucas who used to look at me like losing me would destroy him.And tonight…For the first time in years…I saw that version of him again.I gripped the steering wheel tighter as I pulled into the driveway slowly.The memory of his voice echoed painfully inside my head.“I can’t survive loving you twice.”God.Why did I s

(Ciara’s POV)Three days.That was how long I successfully avoided Lucas Blake.Three peaceful, emotionally unstable, painfully confusing days.And honestly?I deserved an award for surviving them.Because ever since the dinner with Tristan…Everything inside me had become worse.Not better.Worse.Which was frustrating because the entire purpose of going on that date was supposed to help me move forward emotionally.Instead, all it did was confirm two terrifying things.First…I genuinely enjoyed Tristan’s company.And second…No matter how much I tried pretending otherwise, Lucas still had the power to completely ruin my emotional stability without even trying.It was exhausting.Completely exhausting.Especially because Williams had somehow become Lucas’s biggest supporter overnight.The tiny traitor.Every morning now started with questions about him.“Do you think Daddy likes pancakes?”“Do Daddy watch superhero movies?”“Can Daddy fight bad guys?”“Do you think Daddy miss me?”A

(Ciara’s POV)There were many things nobody warned me about when it came to motherhood.Nobody warned me how terrifying it would feel to love another human being so much that even breathing sometimes depended on whether they were okay.Nobody warned me how deeply guilt could consume a mother.Or how one tiny sentence from a child could completely destroy the emotional walls an adult spent years building.And nobodyAbsolutely nobodyWarned me that children somehow possessed the terrifying ability to see truths adults spent years trying to avoid.Which honestly should have been illegal.The house was unusually peaceful that evening.Soft rain tapped gently against the windows while warm lights filled the living room with comfort.The kind of comfort I spent years building carefully.Everything inside the house carried traces of Williams.Tiny toy cars near the staircase.Color pencils scattered across the coffee table.One tiny sock somehow abandoned near the couch despite the fact tha