Alle Kapitel von Pampered by the Dominant Billionaire After My Divorce: Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 90

A knock at the door. From inside came that deep, magnetic voice: “Come in.”Jessica pushed open the office door. Vince sat with his back toward her, smoke curling upward from the cigarette between his fingers. Even without seeing his face, the aura of power and dominance radiating off him was undeniable.Too bad, she thought, he wasn’t hers.“Mr. Boucheron really does have eyes everywhere. I have to say, I’m impressed,” Jessica said with a soft laugh. Ever since she’d allied herself with him, she’d become bolder, more reckless.Vince narrowed his eyes slightly and said coolly, “There’s a stack of photos on the desk. You might find them useful.”Jessica blinked, then quickly caught on. She remembered that mysterious phone call back at The Onyx Club and her smile deepened. “Makes me wonder what price you’ll name later, Vince. Honestly, I’m starting to worry if I’ll even be able to pay it.”Still, she reached for the envelope on his desk. Opening it slowly, her eyes lit up immediately.“

“What the hell are you two doing?!”Cecily froze. Jessica, on the other hand, let the corner of her lips curl upward where no one could see. Both women turned toward the voice.Adam Garcia was striding toward them, his face thunderous, phone in hand. The quiet, refined atmosphere of the café seemed to shatter with his presence. The overhead lights threw a pale gold halo around his sharp features, but his eyes were like ice when they locked onto Cecily.“Adam, I’m fine. Didn’t I tell you I was meeting Cecily for coffee? I can handle this myself, you don’t need to—” Jessica’s voice trembled with just the right mix of panic and gentleness. She tilted her head slightly and the angry red handprint on her cheek caught the light. As if realizing she’d revealed too much, she tried to turn away, but Adam grabbed her chin and forced her to face him.“Adam, really, I’m fine…” Jessica’s eyes turned red, her voice soft and soothing as she tried to calm him down.The moment Adam saw the handprint a

“Adam, I’ve never done anything to betray you.” Cecily suddenly lifted her head, staring straight at the happy couple in front of her. “I don’t know what really happened with you and Jessica’s baby, but I swear I never harmed that child. For two years, I never once forgot my duty as your wife. I took our marriage seriously, I went into the company as a designer and hid our relationship because of you. Turns out, all of it… was just my foolish delusion!”She had always dressed in sharp business suits—outfits chosen for him, shedding the spoiled aura of a wealthy daughter to throw herself into the grind of the workplace. The corporate world was full of challenges, but for his career, she never complained, never once thought of giving up. Yet that suit, meant to look capable, seemed stiff and jarring next to the delicate green dress Jessica wore—making Cecily appear harsh and unlikable at a glance.“You don’t know about the baby?” Adam narrowed his eyes, his voice cold as ice. “Cecily, s

When he pulled her fully into his arms, that feeling was unmistakable. Vince Boucheron knew it clearly—once your heart starts beating for a woman, it’s hard to make it beat for anyone else.He sighed softly, resting his chin against the top of Cecily’s head, his voice low and husky, gentler than she’d ever heard it.“Don’t cry…”The sound of his voice was like a soft breeze, soothing the raw wound in her chest. Cecily didn’t want to think anymore; she just wanted to cry it all out—the suffocating pain, the heartbreak that had been choking her.Outside, crowds rushed past on the sidewalks, no one paying attention to the quiet, bittersweet scene unfolding inside the car.By the time night fell and the city lit up, Cecily had cried herself down from wrenching sobs to little hiccups, until finally she went silent.Her eyes looked dazed. The warmth of Vince’s arms felt almost too comforting, so comforting she didn’t want to let go.The faint mix of tobacco and mint clung to him—so differen

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the amber wall light casting his shadow long across the room. His posture was tall, straight, unyielding.Unlike Vince Boucheron’s refined, mixed-heritage sort of elegance, Adam Garcia’s features were pure American—prominent brow bones, deep-set eyes, a high, sharp nose. His lips, thin and hard, carried a coldness that reminded her of Vince. But while Vince’s indifference came from a calm self-assurance, Adam’s chill felt more like a performance, something not yet settled into his bones. Maybe one day, he’d become that kind of man too.Jessica’s hand froze mid-motion as she toweled her hair, her gaze turning mournful. “…Adam… how could I not love you? But if you regret it—if you want to chase after Cecily—I won’t hold it against you.”He saw the sadness in her eyes and knew: his two years of marriage with Cecily had truly scarred her. Adam sighed softly and pulled Jessica tighter into his arms. “Jess… you know what my life’s been like