All Chapters of Taming the Arrogant Billionaire: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Savannah's POVThe moment we stepped into the gala, I understood exactly what Julian had meant when he said people were going to stare. They did... everywhere.The ballroom was enormous, chandeliers glittering from the ceiling while soft music threaded through a sea of gowns and suits that probably cost more than some cars. Waiters moved through the crowd with trays of champagne, conversations folded into the music, and yet the second Julian and I entered, several of those conversations quieted as if someone had turned down the volume.My fingers tightened around his arm. I felt the looks, some subtle, some didn't even care to try and hide it. A woman by a marble pillar stopped mid-sentence when she saw us, her eyes traveling from Julian to me and lingering over my dress. A man nearby whispered something to his companion. I swallowed. Maybe this had been a terrible idea.Julian must have felt the tension in my hand because he leaned closer without slowing his steps. "Breathe," he murm

Julian's POVThe contracts were still warm beneath my fingers when Claire appeared in the doorway, and the look on her face told me, before she spoke, that something was wrong."What happened?" I asked.Her lips parted as if she were choosing words she did not want to say. "Your father is here."My hand froze over the page. For a second I thought I had misheard her. "My father?""Yes.""Here?"Claire nodded once. "He just got off the elevator."I leaned back in my chair and let the leather creak under me. My father did not come to my office. He did not stroll through these doors the way other men might drop by for a meeting or a favor. From the moment I had decided to build something of my own, we had both accepted an unspoken boundary: this place belonged to me. He had criticized it, dismissed it, threatened to strip it away, but he had never crossed that line.Which meant whatever brought him here was not casual."Did he say what he wants?" I asked."No," Claire said.I pushed the d

Julian's POVI left the apartment before Savannah woke up.It was a small, cowardly thing to do, and I felt every inch of that cowardice as the elevator doors closed behind me.For a long moment I had stood at the bedroom doorway, watching her sleep, one hand tucked beneath her cheek, hair fanned across the pillow, the soft rise and fall of her breath steady and untroubled. She looked so peaceful that I almost stayed. I almost turned and crawled back into bed and let the morning pretend nothing had happened.Almost was not enough.My father's words kept replaying in my head, sharp and deliberate: You may think you know Savannah, but this marriage began as business. I had hated him for saying it, and I hated just how much it got under my skin.By the time I reached the office, the anger had spread into a dozen directions, and I was angry at Savannah for being the unwitting center of it all. That last admission felt like a betrayal in itself, and I resented the part of me that had even

Julian's POVI barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, Savannah's voice replayed in my head like a verdict I hadn't earned: Then maybe stop making me feel like I did. She had walked away after that, and for the first time in a long while I hadn't followed. Not because I didn't want to, but because I knew she was right.I had spent the last two days punishing her for something she hadn't done. Worse, I had punished her for something I didn't even truly believe she had done.My father's words had burrowed in and grown teeth: You may think you know Savannah, but this marriage began as business. The leak had been the spark; my fear and pride had done the rest. By morning the guilt had settled into my chest like a stone I could no longer ignore.I left work later than usual on purpose. Not because there was more to do, but because I needed time to think, to let the anger and the suspicion and the shame sort themselves into something I could act on without breaking what we'd built. I wan

Julian's POVThe apartment looked like a war zone, and for once I didn't care that it did. A glass lay shattered near the far end of the living room, one cushion had been flung across the floor, and the papers I'd brought home from the office were scattered across the table as if I'd tried to fight them instead of read them.What I cared most about was Savannah leaving, and I remembered every second of it.The sound of the elevator doors closing, the hollow echo of her footsteps down the hallway, and the way I'd stood in the doorway like an idiot with my hand on the frame, hoping she would change her mind and come back. But she didn't… she was long gone.I paced from one end of the living room to the other with my phone clenched in my hand. I had called her once, then again, and again, but after several voicemails I had stopped calling. Not because I didn't want to hear her voice, but because she had asked for space and I had no right to keep calling after she'd made that crystal clea