All Chapters of One Night And A Billionaire Obsession : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Kelly’s POVI didn’t expect him to call. Especially not after the days of silence that had stretched out far too long.The silence between us had become its own heavy thing, and I had spent the last few days convincing myself that I imagined the whole connection between us. I started to believe the island was just some kind of vivid illusion, a beautiful, strange dream that didn't actually belong in the cold, hard reality of my real life.But suddenly my phone lit up, vibrating against the wooden nightstand, the sound loud in my quiet room. I stared at the name on the screen for a few seconds. My heart skipped a beat, Michael was calling me. I waited for the third ring before I finally reached out and answered it. “Hello?” I said. My voice sounded smaller than I wanted it to be.There was a pause on the other end of the line, I could hear the faint sound of his breathing and the distant hum of the city through his end of the phone. “Come over,” Michael said.He didn't give a greetin

Kelly’s POVIt started like any other Tuesday at the office, and the morning had been relatively quiet after the tension of the previous day’s meetings. I was sitting at my desk, my fingers flying across the keyboard as I tried to clear a mountain of administrative tasks that had piled up while Michael was busy with the quarterly reviews. The office hummed around me with its usual energy, the sound of telephones ringing, the distant murmur of voices from the breakroom, and the constant clicking of heels on the polished floor.I was focused on an email about building contracts, when a shadow fell across my desk. I immediately looked up and saw one of the staff members from the audit team, a young man named Greg who usually worked two floors down. He was leaning against the frame of my office doorway, looking a bit harried. His tie was slightly crooked, and he held a tablet in one hand like a shield.“Hey, Kelly,” Greg said, offering a small, apologetic smile. “I hate to be a bothe

Michael’s POVI shut down my laptop, because the numbers on the screen had stopped making sense nearly an hour ago. And I realised that I wasn't going to get anything else done tonight since my focus was completely off. My house was far too quiet for my current state of mind, which only served to make the threats Ryder had uncovered feel more pressing. Especially since I now knew someone was working against me from the inside. I pushed my chair back and stood up, deciding that I needed a break from this environment before the walls started to close in on me. So I reached for my keys and walked out of the room to leave the weight of the company behind.The rain was light and steady as I drove across the city, coating the streets in a sheen that caught the glow of the headlights while the world moved at its normal pace. I felt out of sync with everything around me as I observed the pedestrians and the traffic from my car.By the time I pulled into the parking garage of Owen’s buil

Kelly’s POVThe meeting started at eleven in the morning and somehow stretched into almost two hours of talks that never quite said anything directly. And it was held in a massive glass-walled conference room on the twenty-third floor of a partner firm that Owen worked closely with. The room had a large table, filtered light, and overly confident people who smiled far too easily while choosing their words even more carefully to ensure they never committed to anything solid. I was there strictly to observe because that was exactly how Owen put it when he told me. “Just watch, take notes, and speak if you notice something important,” right before we walked through the doors. It sounded incredibly simple in theory, except absolutely nothing about the tense atmosphere in the room made me comfortable. Two senior executives and one sharply dressed external consultant sat around the table with Owen positioned at the head, looking completely relaxed like he owned the entire space witho

Michael’s POVThe security office of the company was located in a windowless corner of the basement levels, far away from the polished marble and glass of the executive floor. The air inside the room was dry and smelled faintly of ozone and electronics. A dozen high-definition monitors lined the walls, casting a flickering blue light over the faces of the three analysts on duty. I stood directly behind Miller, the lead analyst, who had been with the Donovan Corporation for several years. He was usually a very stoic man, but today I noticed a slight tension in his shoulders as he navigated the video archives. “Play that again,” I said.Miller didn't say a word, he simply tapped a few keys on his keyboard, and the main monitor rewound the footage. The image was clear and captured in colors, showing the storage corridors of basement level B2. A digital timestamp in the bottom corner of the screen ticked away with mechanical indifference.The screen showed a long, narrow hallway lin