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Chapter Ninety
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The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next Chapter Ninety
Alistair The call ended so abruptly that silence echoed through my office. “Elara?” No answer. Only the memory of her frightened voice repeating my name before the sound of twisting metal and shattering glass swallowed everything. Every instinct I possessed screamed that this hadn’t been an accident. I was already moving before my phone left my ear. “Get every available unit on the road,” I barked at my security chief as I strode out of the conference room, leaving a table full of executives frozen in confusion. “Trace Miss Dubois’ phone. I want her exact location now.” No one dared ask questions. Within seconds, my entire security network came alive. “Lock down every road leading to the coordinates.” “Send medical support.” “I want drones overhead.” “And nobody touches that crash site until my people arrive.” The elevator seemed impossibly slow. By the time the doors opened, my driver already had the car waiting. I didn’t wait for him to open the door. “Drive.” The
The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next Chapter Eighty-Nine
Elara The morning after the summit was surprisingly quiet. Sunlight streamed through my apartment windows as I settled at my dining table with a notebook, my laptop, and the stack of documents I’d brought home from the conference. For the first time since the summit had begun, I had the opportunity to organize everything without interruption. I carefully transferred handwritten observations into a digital file. Names of investors. Companies that had announced partnerships. Executives who had appeared uncertain whenever the Valmont Group entered the conversation. The more I reviewed my notes, the clearer certain patterns became. The same investment firms had repeatedly delayed commitments. Several influential executives had quietly avoided private meetings with Valmont representatives. None of it was enough to prove anything. But it was enough to suggest that Alistair’s instincts had been correct. Something beneath the surface was shifting. My phone buzzed. Denise: Still
The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next Chapter Eighty-Eight
Celia I woke up with Elara Dubois already occupying my thoughts. No matter how hard I tried to push her out of my mind, she remained there—calm, composed, infuriatingly impossible to ignore. The corporate summit should have reminded everyone where they belonged. Instead, it had only confirmed my worst fear.She was becoming impossible to overlook. Louis’ grandfather adored her.Louis himself wasn’t behaving the way he used to. Even the people who mattered—the powerful executives, influential investors, and respected business leaders—seemed drawn to her quiet confidence. She wasn’t supposed to belong in that world. She had been ordinary.Forgettable.Easy to replace.So why did it suddenly feel like she was everywhere? I threw my blankets aside and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows of my apartment. The city stretched beneath me, glittering beneath the morning sun. Usually, the view helped settle my thoughts. Today, it only reminded me how quickly everything was slipping
The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next Chapter Eighty-Seven
ElaraBy the time I arrived home, the weight of the day had settled into every part of me.My feet ached from hours spent walking across polished marble floors. My shoulders were tense, and although I hadn’t done anything physically demanding, I felt completely exhausted.The summit had demanded something far more draining than physical energy.It required constant attention.Constant restraint.Constant observation.The moment I stepped inside the apartment, Denise looked up from the living room sofa.Her eyes widened immediately.“You look exhausted.”I managed a small smile as I slipped off my heels.“I feel exhausted.”She stood before I could protest.“Sit down. You’re not answering a single question until I make you some tea.”“You don’t have to—”“I wasn’t asking.”I laughed softly, too tired to argue.“Yes, ma’am.”A few minutes later, the comforting aroma of chamomile drifted through the apartment. Denise placed a steaming cup in front of me before taking the chair across from
The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next Chapter Eighty-Five
ElaraThe networking session ended with the same polished smiles and effortless conversations that had filled the ballroom all afternoon.I returned to the main conference hall determined not to repeat my earlier mistake.No more allowing old memories or unexpected encounters to distract me.I wasn’t here as Louis Valmont’s former fiancée.I wasn’t even here as Alistair Thorne’s wife.Today, I was here to observe.The lights dimmed as another panel of industry leaders took the stage, discussing global investments, emerging technologies, and international expansion strategies. Their words were polished, rehearsed, and impressive, but I remembered exactly what Alistair had told me before we arrived.Don’t listen only to what they say. Watch how people react.So I did.Instead of focusing on the speeches themselves, my attention drifted across the audience.Executives whispered quietly behind folded programs.Investors exchanged discreet glances whenever certain companies were mentioned.So
The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next Chapter Eighty-Five
Alistair The walk to the private meeting room should have been uneventful. Instead, it felt longer than any boardroom negotiation I had ever endured. I acknowledged greetings with practiced ease, exchanged brief handshakes with investors, and accepted compliments about my keynote address without allowing a single crack to appear in my composure. No one noticed the storm beneath it. For the better part of the afternoon, I had watched Louis Valmont remain at Elara’s side. He hadn’t touched her.He hadn’t crossed any obvious boundaries. Yet somehow, that made it worse. They walked together through the ballroom. They spoke with executives. They were introduced as though they belonged together, and no one questioned it. In the eyes of every guest, they looked natural. Comfortable.Familiar. More than once I had caught photographers turning their cameras toward them before redirecting their attention elsewhere. I had spent years mastering self-control.Hostile takeovers. Government
The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next Don’t Joke With Me
LouisI walk out of the bathroom with the lingering heat of the shower still clinging to my skin, a thin trail of steam following me into the bedroom. The first thing I see is Celia—standing in front of the full-length mirror, tilting her head slightly as she inspects her reflection like it holds a
The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next The Marriage
ElaraThe ocean stretched endlessly before me, its quiet waves lapping against the shore of the private resort like a secret only the elite could afford to hear. Everything about this place whispered wealth—discreet, controlled, and cold. Exactly like the man standing beside me.Alistair.Even his
The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next My Baby Is Gone
ELARAThe resort looked like something out of a dream,white marble floors that reflected the chandelier lights like a thousand tiny stars, walls of glass overlooking an endless stretch of blue water, and a silence so deliberate it felt curated. Even the air smelled expensive, like vanilla and somet
The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next The Gala II
Elara's POVDenise, despite all her protests, still helped me pick out a dress. For some reason, she’d gone with the color black, the kind that swallowed light. A single strap of diamonds held the dress up, leaving one shoulder bare. The bodice clung to my ribs waist, and the skirt pooled at my fee
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