All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Billionaire Boss : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Everything happened too fast and yet too slowly at the same time. Taylor’s hand was already raised, her eyes burning with anger, her body leaning forward with the force of someone who had completely lost control. I saw it coming and knew she meant it, and yet, for a brief moment, I didn’t move.It wasn’t because I couldn’t.It was because I was tired, tired of defending myself, tired of explaining things no one wanted to understand, tired of standing in a room full of people who had already decided who I was. So I stood there, still and unmoving, and I let it come.But it never landed.A sharp movement cut through the air before her hand could reach me. Someone grabbed her wrist firmly, precisely stopping her completely. The room froze. Taylor’s arm hung mid-air, trapped in a grip that allowed no movement forward or back.“What do you think you are doing?” a voice demanded sharply.I turned slowly, and the moment I saw who it was, my breath caught.It was Annie’s mother.Her hand was

(Ciara’s POV)The first day passed like a blur I could not fully remember.I woke up with swollen eyes, a heavy head, and a chest that felt like something was sitting on it, refusing to let me breathe properly. For a few seconds, I did not even remember what had happened, but then it all came rushing back at once.Lucas.The accusations.The slap.The way he looked at me.That look alone was enough to break me all over again.I turned on the bed, pulling the sheets tighter around myself as if hiding under them would somehow block the memories, but it didn’t.Nothing did.Annie came in at some point with food, her voice soft, her movements careful, like I was something fragile that could shatter with the slightest touch.“Try to eat something,” she said gently.I nodded.But I didn’t.I couldn’t.The thought of food made my stomach turn.Everything felt wrong.My body.My mind.My heart.By the second day, the silence became louder.It was no longer just about what happened.It was abo

(Ciara’s POV)For a moment, I thought my eyes were deceiving me.Because what I saw…Did not make sense.It did not align with anything I had been holding onto, even in the smallest corner of my heart.Taylor.Wrapped around Lucas.Not just standing close.Not just talking.No.She was pressed against him like she belonged there, her hand resting confidently against his chest, her body leaning into his as though nothing had ever been wrong.As though everything that happened…Had led to this.My chest tightened so painfully I almost couldn’t breathe.The room felt smaller.Colder.Heavier.And for a second, I forgot why I even came.The resignation letter in my hand suddenly felt meaningless compared to what was unfolding in front of me.Taylor was the first to notice me.Of course she was.Her lips curved into the faintest smile, one that held no warmth, no surprise—just satisfaction.Like she had been waiting for me to see this.“Look who finally decided to show up,” she said casual

(Ciara’s POV)By the time I got back home, my body felt heavier than it had in days.Not physically.But emotionally.Like every step I took carried the weight of everything I had been through… and everything I was still trying to leave behind.Lizzie dropped her things in the living room, already talking about how she was going to start applying for new jobs immediately, her voice carrying a kind of strength I wished I could borrow.But I barely responded.I just nodded.Smiled when I could.And slowly walked into my room.The moment the door closed behind me…The silence returned.But this time, it wasn’t suffocating.It was… necessary.I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers slowly reaching into my bag.My phone.The recording.For a moment, I hesitated.Because I knew once I pressed play…Everything would become real again.Not the lies.The truth.The truth I had been fighting so hard to prove.I took a slow breath.And pressed play.Her voice filled the room almost immediately.

(Ciara’s POV)The car moved steadily, but I felt like I wasn’t moving at all.It was strange how something so simple—leaving a place could feel like losing your entire life at once.I sat by the window, my forehead lightly resting against the glass, watching Los Angeles slowly fade behind me in fragments.Buildings.Roads. Faces.Places that once held pieces of my story.Now they just looked like memories I was abandoning.My bag sat beside me, untouched.My hands were folded tightly in my lap, as though holding myself together was the only thing I could still control.But my mind…My mind was everywhere.I tried not to think.But thinking was all I had left.My thoughts drifted first to the smallest heartbeat inside me.My child.My hand instinctively moved to my stomach, resting there gently, protectively.“You’re still so small,” I whispered under my breath.Too small to understand what was happening.Too small to know how much chaos surrounded your beginning.I wondered what kind o