บททั้งหมดของ Divorced And Out of His League: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Kayla’s POVThe place Saxon called his mother’s Vault was nothing like I’d imagined. It looked more like a private fortress than an office. The tall fence gleamed under the dim light, with cameras on every corner and a guardhouse that stood like a silent warning.Saxon had told me everything on our way here… how his mother used the Vault for her most confidential meetings and how most of those meetings weren’t exactly legal. I wasn’t surprised. There had always been something suspicious about Mrs. Chataway’s wealth.I’d seen fake success stories before… people who bought their power with manipulation and dirty money. She fit right into that category.From my hiding spot behind a large tree near the fence, I could see the security post. It was empty, just like Saxon had promised. He’d told them something that got them all running in the opposite direction for a while. I didn’t ask what he&

Kayla’s POVFor a moment, silence consumed the room…heavy, suffocating silence.All eyes were on me, waiting for my reaction. The video had done its job; it painted me as the villain in this carefully woven trap of Adrian’s.And God, he’d done it brilliantly.A slow, bitter smile tugged at my lips as I turned to him. “You thought this through, didn’t you?” I said quietly, almost admiringly. “You always were good at playing the hero in your own story.”Adrian’s eyes flickered… just once… before he schooled his face into that same arrogant calmness I’d come to know too well.I rose from my seat, my palms steady despite the chaos brewing inside me. “Ladies and gentlemen,” I began, turning to face the association board. “I won’t deny being at Mrs. Chataway’s private resort. But before you condemn me, allow me to explain why I was there.

Kayla’s POVThe ThreatIt was around six in the evening, and the company’s private hall was already glowing with lights, laughter, and music. Everyone from Brookes Atelier was there… employees, business partners, clients, and even a few media representatives who’d been given limited access. The entire place smelled of champagne, success, and something sweet… maybe it was the strawberry pastries Tessa had insisted on adding to the menu.Upstairs, in the smaller conference room that overlooked the hall, I sat with Maya, Tessa, and a few of my key business partners. From the wide glass wall, we could see the entire celebration taking place below us… people chatting, dancing, and clinking glasses. But up here, the mood was a bit more serious.Tessa leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm. “It’s crazy, isn’t it? Adrian’s scandal really did shake the whole industry. I

Kayla’s POVThe morning sun was bright and peaceful, yet the day ahead carried a certain weight. Today marked the one-year remembrance of Robert Thompson, the patriarch of the Thompson family… one of the most respected and powerful families in the country.As the car glided through the streets toward the grand estate, I could already imagine the crowd that would be there. The Thompsons were as influential as the Wards… perhaps even more socially admired. The event would certainly draw the attention of every notable figure in Manhattan’s business circle.I was obligated to attend. Not just because of etiquette, but because of Alissa Thompson. Alissa, the late Robert’s first granddaughter, was not just a friend but also one of my most reliable business partners. We’d collaborated on several major projects, and she’d always stood by me through every controversy that threatened my career.When I arrived

Kayla’s POVSteven’s eyes held no anger when I asked that question. Instead, something quiet flickered across them… a hint of memory, maybe even sadness. The soft lighting from the orchestra hall reflected on his face, casting gentle shadows that made him look older, wiser, more vulnerable.“I’m not mad,” he said finally, his tone calm and deliberate. “I just… don’t usually talk about that part of my life.”I bit my lip. “I didn’t mean to make it sound personal. It just surprised me, that’s all.”He gave a faint smile, his gaze drifting toward the stage as the orchestra packed up below. “I’ve always been more of a nerd, you know. When I was younger, I buried myself in books and projects. I thought success could replace connection. And by the time I realized it couldn’t… I guess I just didn’t know where to start anymore.”