Semua Bab DIVORCED BY THE BILLIONAIRE: Bab 81 - Bab 90

AURORA I woke up to the sound of rain tapping against the window.The room was dark, the curtains drawn, the only light a thin gray line creeping through the gap. I lay there for a moment, my body heavy with sleep, and my mind slow to catch up. This was it.Today was the day.I turned my head and looked at Arya, she was asleep beside me, her tiny body curled into a ball, her hand resting on my arm. I watched her for a long moment, I reached out playing with her hair as her chest rose and fell. She looked so peaceful, so unaware of the problems around her, or the turmoil deep inside me, so completely trusting in the world around her. I gently touched her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers.I slipped out of bed and walked to the window. The rain was falling steadily, soaking the streets, and turning the world gray and muted.I wonder if Damian knew I was back. If he was even still alive. What would he do if he found out I was in Sacramento? His engagement was t

ELENAI woke up to the smell of bacon and coffee drifting through the apartment.For a moment I forgot where I was, my eyes blinking against the pale morning light filtering through the curtains. I could hear voices from the kitchen, Lydia's laugh and Mrs. Hart's gentle yet angry voice. I turned my head and looked at Arya. She was awake, staring up at the ceiling with this focus like something was there, her little hands waving in the air like she was conducting an invisible orchestra. I followed her gaze but there was nothing there. I smiled and reached over, my fingers brushing against her cheek."Morning, baby."She turned her head toward me and cooed.I sat up slowly, my body heavy with exhaustion. My flight was at eleven which means I had a few hours. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, the cold wooden floor making my feet tingle.I walked into the kitchen and found Mrs. Hart at the stove, a pan of bacon sizzling in front of her. Lydia was at the table, a cup

AURORA "I can give you a ride."I turned around, sighing in exasperation. "I can just take a taxi. I don't want to put you out."He shook his head, chuckling lightly. "You're not.""The tow truck guy will be here in an hour. We can wait—""Arya is cold." He said it gently, like he was pointing out something I already knew but was ignoring. "And it's getting dark. Come on, let me take you home."I looked at Arya in the back seat of my car. Her face was pressed against the window, her breath fogging up the glass as she tried to see what was going on outside. I was never this curious when I was a kid.I sighed. "Thank you."I opened the door and helped Arya out of the booster seat. She was heavy and tired and her small body was cold against my chest. I carried her toward his car, trying to get the door open with my free hand.Caleb stepped forward and opened it for me. I climbed in and settled Arya on my lap, her head resting against my shoulder. He closed the door and got in on his sid

AURORA The house on Maple Street was a mini mansion.I stood outside the front gate, my eyes scanning the property, trying to take it all in. The building was larger than my apartment by a lot, two stories tall with a wraparound porch and large windows that caught the afternoon light. A yard stretched out front, overgrown but spacious, with a fence that surrounded the entire property. I could already see Arya running through the grass, trying to catch a butterfly.Caleb stood beside me, his hands in his pockets, watching me watch the house. "What do you think?"The estate agent, Diva, walked us in and unlocked the front door. She gestured for us to follow. "The place has been empty for about eight months now. The previous owner moved abroad and wanted a quick sale. It's a bit rough around the edges, but it's got good bones, you'll like it."I stepped inside and stopped.The interior was spacious and open, the living room flowing into the dining area, the kitchen was visible through a

My first day at Harrison and Associates, I hoped wouldn’t be overwhelming.I stood outside the building after paying the taxi, I stared up at the glass tower that stretched up into the sky, and took a deep breath. This was it. This was where I was supposed to be. The bag was in there and so was my future.I walked through the revolving doors and into the lobby, my heels clicking against the marble floor. I asked for my floor at the receptionist and was directed to the elevators and to the fifteenth floorThe office was busy, with people rushed past with files in their hands, phones ringing in the background, voices overlapping. Anyone would get serious anxiety here. Once I got to the fifteenth floor, I found my way to the reception desk there, and waited for someone to tell me where to go.I stood at the reception desk, waiting for someone to tell me where to go. The lobby was vast, with marble floors and a massive glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I was about to take a pict