Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire I Met On My Worst Night : Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

The rest of the lunch with Julian was a masterclass in psychological endurance.Sienna sat across from him at an exclusive French restaurant, sipping a glass of vintage Pinot Noir that tasted like ash on her tongue.Outwardly, she was the picture of the devoted, attentive girlfriend.She laughed at Julian's dry jokes about the corporate board. She reached across the linen tablecloth to affectionately squeeze his hand. She even nodded with feigned sympathy as he complained about Beatrice's increasingly demanding expectations at the Stewart family estate.Inwardly, she was screaming.Every passing minute felt like a countdown.Her mind was still trapped in the hallway of Stewart Holdings, replaying Kevin's words through the partially open office door.Aegis Elite.The rental records.The moment you have anything concrete, bring it directly to me.Sienna tightened her grip around her wineglass."Sienna?"Julian's voice broke through her thoughts.She blinked and looked at him.He was wat

The Stewart Mansion was quiet that morning.Inside the sunlit nursery, soft pastels, cashmere blankets, and tiny folded clothes created an atmosphere of warmth and peace.Charlotte sat in a plush rocking chair, carefully folding tiny onesies and placing them into a nearby basket.Outside, the world was anything but peaceful.She simply didn't know it yet.Her phone remained on the nightstand, untouched since that morning. Mrs. Gable had quietly kept newspapers, television reports, and unexpected visitors away from her.Charlotte hadn't questioned it.The third trimester of carrying twins was exhausting enough without dealing with unnecessary interruptions. The unusual privacy felt almost welcome.She rubbed one hand over her swollen stomach as the twins shifted beneath her palm.A small smile touched her lips.She was completely unaware that Edward had tightened security around the mansion and ordered the media kept away from her.Outside the reinforced gates, however, the Stewart fam

The executive boardroom at Stewart Holdings had been transformed from a place of corporate negotiation into a tense command center.The massive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan had been electronically tinted, turning the glass into dark reflective panels. The long mahogany table was covered with tablets, legal documents, printed reports, and several glowing monitors displaying copies of the article, social-media posts, and media coverage.Edward Stewart stood at the head of the table, his suit jacket discarded, his sleeves rolled to his elbows.He looked every inch the CEO who had built an empire through discipline and control.But today, his attention was focused on only one thing.Protecting Charlotte.Sitting to his right was Desmond Stanford.The independent attorney had left his own firm the moment Edward called. His laptop was open in front of him, several legal documents already prepared.“The cease-and-desist notices are ready,” Desmond said, sliding a folder tow

By the time Edward returned to the Stewart Mansion, the sun was already beginning to disappear behind the city skyline. The press briefing had lasted less than twenty minutes, but the hours afterward had been relentless: calls from executives, updates from Kevin, messages from Nancy, legal reports from Desmond, and continuous updates from Robert and his media team. The media was still discussing his statement, but the original rumor had lost most of its momentum. The publisher's retraction had been circulated widely, and several major outlets had begun correcting their earlier coverage. The immediate crisis was over. At least for now.Edward stepped through the front doors of the mansion and handed his coat to a waiting member of the staff. “Where is Mrs. Stewart?”“She’s upstairs, sir.”“Has she eaten?”“Mrs. Gable brought her dinner earlier. She ate a little.”Edward’s expression tightened slightly. “A little?”The staff member nodded. “She said she wasn’t very hungry.”Edward tha

The Stewart Mansion had finally settled into a heavy, suffocating silence. Outside, the evening sky had darkened into a deep, stormy purple, and a relentless rain lashed violently against the reinforced windows of the estate. Downstairs, Edward Stewart was in his study. He stood behind his massive oak desk, his crisp dress shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, watching as Kevin projected a series of decrypted files from Aegis Elite onto the wall-mounted monitor. The media scandal had been contained. The rumor had been completely discredited. But Edward had never been a man who could focus on only one threat at a time. The attack on Charlotte's reputation had been successfully neutralized; now, his lethal attention had returned to the physical threat that had nearly put his pregnant wife in the hospital. Kevin scrolled meticulously through the encrypted files. "The cyber team is still tracing the anonymous payment network connected to the gossip outlet," Kevin reported, the blue lig