All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE DESTROYED ME NOW I RUIN HIM : Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

By 9:17 a.m New York time, Landex had lost 7.4%.The giant Bloomberg screen in the trading floor downtown was bleeding red. I watched it from my office on the 42nd floor, Manhattan skyline behind me, my hand unconsciously over my still-flat belly, as Maria barged in with her laptop.Maria, my assistant."Amelia, you need to stop looking," Maria whispered, her face pale. "It's getting worse."On her laptop, Jasmine's live press conference was still looping. She had rented out the press room at The Pierre. White dress. Perfect single tear."I tried to warn him. Amelia kept saying she was too busy for a baby. She told me herself, 'throw away those prenatal vitamins, I don't need them.' I have proof. I have messages. She faked the miscarriage to keep him after he caught her cheating..."The comments were a war zone.> @NYPost: LANDEX CEO'S estranged wife faked pregnancy loss? Socialite Jasmine exposes everything> @user1: I knew it! Career women will do anything> @user2: Landex shares cr

The boardroom at Knight Corps Tower had never been so silent.Twelve of the most powerful people in New York - billionaires, investors, old money - all staring at me.At the small girl in a West Village slip dress wearing Rhys Morgan's suit jacket, sitting in Charles Knight's chair."Good morning, Mr. Morgan," I said again, because my voice had cracked the first time. "Sign over your shares, Rhys... or be fired from your own company."Maria's hand squeezed my shoulder from behind me. Don't do this, her eyes said. You love him.I ignored her. I had to. My hand was on my belly under the table, protecting the secret that was fluttering inside me - our second baby. Our second chance. The baby he didn't know about yet.Rhys stood frozen in the doorway. For five long seconds, he just looked at me.Not at the papers. At me. At my face. At the jacket swallowing me.Then, slowly, he walked forward.Every step echoed. His grandfather, Charles Knight, shook his head in disbelief from the far end

The morning after the "MURDERER" graffiti, Rhys didn't sleep.He stood guard at the penthouse door all night, gun in the waistband of his sweatpants, watching the security feed, while I lay on bed rest, hands on my belly, feeling our twins flutter.By 8 a.m, the penthouse had been repainted. The police had taken the ultrasound photo for prints. The hallway had been bleached. But the feeling stayed - someone knew. Someone knew about the twins. Someone knew where we lived.Rhys was on the phone when Maria buzzed up with breakfast and a visitor."Mr. Knight there's an Ethan Reyes here to see Mrs knight He says it's urgent. He says he's... family?"Rhys's jaw locked. The name hit him like a punch.Ethan Reyes.Heir to Landex.Not Knight Corps, Landex The branch that was supposed to go to Ethan - chairman Dunn grandson Ethan was supposed to be in London for another year. Finishing his MBA at LSE. He wasn't supposed to be back until next summer."Tell him to get lost," Rhys snapped.But I