All Chapters of Rejected By My Billionaire Husband,He Chased Me Back After D: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The restaurant was tucked away on a quiet side street, a hidden gem that Cassian had discovered years ago when he was still a young executive trying to escape the relentless pressure of his father's expectations. It was small and intimate, with exposed brick walls and flickering candles and the smell of garlic and fresh basil drifting from the kitchen. The owner, an elderly Italian woman named Signora Rossi, greeted Cassian with a kiss on both cheeks and a stream of rapid Italian that made Clara smile."She says you're too thin," Cassian translated. "And that I should feed you more.""Tell her I agree with her."Signora Rossi laughed and ushered them to a corner table by the window, where a single candle flickered between them. She promised them the best pasta in Texas and disappeared into the kitchen.Clara looked around the restaurant with genuine delight. "How did you find this place?""Accident. I was hiding from a reporter who was doing a story on the company, and I ducked in her

Clara walked into the office on Tuesday morning with a smile she could not suppress.It was the kind of smile that made people stop and stare. Priya noticed it the moment Clara stepped off the elevator."Okay, spill." Priya fell into step beside her, clutching a coffee cup. "You have the look.""What look?""The look. The 'I just got asked to be someone's girlfriend' look. The 'I was kissed thoroughly and repeatedly' look. The—""Priya!""I'm right, aren't I?" Priya grinned. "Was it Mr. Kingsley? It was Mr. Kingsley, wasn't it? The way he looked at you during the presentation I knew something was going on."Clara tried to maintain her professional composure, but the blush creeping up her cheeks betrayed her. "We're... seeing each other. Officially. As of last night.""I knew it!" Priya practically squealed, then quickly lowered her voice when several heads turned. "I mean congratulations, Ms. Hayes. That's wonderful news."Derek appeared at Priya's elbow, a stack of reports in his han

Vanessa stepped out of her chauffeur-driven black Bentley and into the morning sunlight like a queen descending upon her kingdom. The Texas sky was a perfect, cloudless blue, and the glass tower of Kingsley Industries gleamed against it like a monument to power.She was dressed to kill.The burgundy bodycon gown hugged every curve of her figure, the fabric so tight it looked painted on. Her stilhetto heels Christian Louboutin, the red soles flashing with each step added five inches to her already statuesque frame. A designer Dior bag, the limited edition that had a waiting list of eighteen months, swung from her manicured fingers. Her makeup was a masterwork: smoky eyes that smoldered, cheekbones sculpted to razor sharpness, lips painted a deep, dangerous crimson. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders in waves that had taken her stylist two hours to perfect.She looked like a woman who owned the world. And in her mind, she did.The lobby of Kingsley Industries was a cathedral of c

The silence in the office was suffocating.Clara stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes fixed on the scene before her. The woman—Vanessa—was still leaning across Cassian's desk, her hand still resting on his, her crimson lips still curved in that slow, satisfied smirk. The napkin was still poised at the corner of Cassian's mouth, a gesture so intimate that it made Clara's stomach clench.And then Vanessa smiled.It was not a kind smile. It was the smile of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing. The smile of a woman who had won this particular battle many times before and expected to win it again. The smile of a woman who had just watched her rival walk into a trap and was relishing every moment of the fall.Clara's head exploded with pain.A flash of something—a fragment, a shard, a splinter of memory tore through her mind like lightning. A woman's smile. That same smile. That same crimson smirk, hovering over her, triumphant and cruel. A voice, cold and sweet: "You tried so hard

Imogen was still flushed from Alexander's visit when her phone buzzed with a text from Clara.You won't believe what just happened. Call me when you can.Imogen frowned and dialed immediately. Clara answered on the first ring."Tell me everything."Clara told her. About walking into Cassian's office. About Vanessa leaning over him, touching him, wiping his mouth. About the headache and the strange flash of memory. About the invitation and the party and the tense conversation afterward."She's throwing a party at his house," Clara said. "She calls Emory her baby. She kisses him in front of clients. And he just... lets her.""He explained himself?""He said she's persistent. That he's told her there's no future. That he wants me to come to the party as his date.""Are you going?"A pause. "I don't know. Part of me wants to show up and stake my claim. The other part of me wants to run in the opposite direction."Imogen was quiet for a moment. "Clara, I need to tell you something. But I n