All Chapters of Taming the Arrogant Billionaire: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Savannah's POVI hadn't meant to watch the function.The television was background noise while I tried to decide what to do with my afternoon. Then Julian's face filled the screen and everything else dropped away.The reporter stood at the entrance of some business event, rattling off names and companies like a script. Then the camera shifted and there he was, my husband, perfectly put together, the man the city expected: controlled, confident, important. For a second I smiled. Then I saw Arya beside him and the smile vanished.She looked flawless. Of course she did. Her dress, posture, and practiced ease told the cameras exactly when to look and when to turn away. She moved beside him as though she belonged there, as though she knew the choreography of this world. Julian looked comfortable beside her too. It did not suggest anything romantic, or at least that was what I told myself. Still, something sharp twisted in my chest when the photographers started snapping.Jealousy. Stupid,

Savannah's POVBy the time Julian came home, the dinner I had made for him was cold, the candles had burned themselves out, and whatever excitement I had felt had turned into something heavy and humiliating.The chicken pasta sat untouched beneath its cover on the dining table. Dessert was still in the refrigerator, and the kitchen still smelled of garlic and cream. I had cooked because Julian had asked me to, and I had been happy when he asked. That was what hurt most.I sat on the couch, staring at the photograph looping on television: Julian and Arya, their mouths almost touching. The reporter asked where Julian's wife had been while he checked his lawyer into a hotel after midnight. I knew where I had been, here, waiting for him, and every question felt like an accusation.The elevator chimed and my body stiffened. I heard him before I saw him, the sound of his footsteps changing as he crossed the threshold. "Savannah?" he called softly.I didn't turn. The reporter's voice continu

Arya's POVI knew something was wrong before Leon closed the door. He usually carried bad news with an irritating calm, as if every crisis could be solved after lunch. Today he stood rigid in my office, and my stomach dropped before he spoke."Julian suspended you until further notice."I lowered the folder in my hands. My phone had lit up through the night with Julian's messages and missed calls, but I had assumed he was angry, not that he had made a formal decision. "Where is he?""Gone, and not your business right now. He does not want you around him today."The room seemed to tilt. "That is dramatic.""No. What you did was dramatic." Leon never raised his voice; he did not need to. His flat precision cut through every excuse I had rehearsed."I was drunk," I said. It was true. I had been drinking, careless and tired of pretending I did not notice Julian: the authority in his voice, the way a room shifted around him, the way he looked at Savannah. None of that excused kissing him,

Julian's POVOnce inside and seated, Mrs. Willy filled Leon's plate as if he had not eaten in a month."Mrs. Willy, the food was delicious, truly, but I am stuffed," Leon protested politely.Savannah did not get her stubbornness from a stranger. "Nonsense, here eat some more, it will be a long drive back," Mrs. Willy continued, plating heaps of food on Leon's plate.He protested once more, looking at the freshly filled plate in front of him. "Ma'am, thank you... but I don't think I can finish all this."Savannah's mother looked at him pointedly but said nothing.I chuckled. "Just eat, Leon." That was when Leon realized it was useless, and accepted his fate with a shake of his head and a sigh.

Savannah's POVMom had heard everything. I knew it the second I stepped into the kitchen and saw the way she looked at me.She stood by the counter with the dessert plates laid out, pretending to focus on cutting slices while listening to the conversation in the dining room.I reached for a plate. "You were listening," I said.She glanced up without missing a beat. "I was standing in my own kitchen.""That's not the same thing," I said."It is when people are having a very loud conversation ten feet away," she answered, smiling.I sighed and started helping. We moved in a quiet rhythm and then she asked without looking, "Do you think you did the right thing