Semua Bab The Billionaires broken heart : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Chapter ONEAriana's eyes popped open as the bright sun pierced through the window. She massaged her eyes, squinting all the while until her vision cleared up a bit. She sat up, stretched, feeling the morning light and the sweet scent of flowers that drifted through the tree just by her window. A smile crept across her face today was special. Ray was finally coming back after spending a month away on this work trip. She had missed him so much, and his coming back meant they were to dive headfirst into wedding preparations. I looked at his photo on the wall while my heart was racing from those memories of our last night together. I bit my lip as that longing sensation coursed through my veins while my arms brushed against my body. She was dying to have him back.Ariana slipped out of bed and into the bathroom. She washed up, coming out a few minutes later to wrap a towel across her chest and another around her head in turban fashion. She smeared on lotion and slipped on a casual outfit

Chapter THREEAriana woke up early in the morning and could hardly imagine her surprise to find the man next to her was still sleeping. He was so close, every breath he exhaled tickled her neck, and it felt hard to remain in one place. The room was unfamiliar to her, and the more she struggled to remember, the more reality hit her.Damn! She'd slept with a stranger?She tried to sit up but fell right back, a sharp pain shooting through her head. She whimpered, so disappointed in herself. What was she thinking? More importantly, where was she? Ariana knew she had to get out before this guy-whoever he was-woke up. Holding her breath, she carefully slid out from under the duvet. Quick as a flash, she got dressed, thankful he'd left her stuff on the dressing table. She reached for her purse and slipped out of the room without looking back.---Ariana sat in her living room with her friends, but her mind still processed the events of the night before. She had made it home, but the shame

Chapter FIVE "He did what?" Sarah sat up straight, her eyes wide in disbelief. "Emily, what's going on here? It looks to me like you two have left me behind. Make me understand, please."Emily burst out laughing as her eyes sparkled with mirth, they both turned to Ariana, who was too exhausted to talk. Ariana reached for her glass of wine and took a long sip, hoping they would let it go.Hello? You're not going to say anything?" Sarah pressed, curious."What else do you want me to say?" Ariana sighed, already exhausted by the retelling of her day."And what did you tell us?" Emily teased. "I think I missed that part. Come again?""Are you being serious right now?" Ariana raised a brow, eyeing her friend skeptically."I want to hear it again too, please." Sarah chimed in, her laughter bubbling out.Ariana shook her head in disbelief. "You girls!" She couldn't help but burst into a smile. "All right, all right. He came to my office as soon as you left, Emily. I swear, I was so muddled

CHAPTER SIXAriana let out a long, tired breath as the door clicked shut behind Ryan. It was as if the air had been sucked from the room, and only now, with him gone, could she breathe again. Her chest ached, her throat tight with unspoken rage and heartbreak. She had spent so long burying those memories, convincing herself she had moved on. But the moment she saw him again, it all came rushing back—like a tidal wave she hadn’t been prepared for.Greg leaned against the edge of her desk, his expression unreadable. “So… that was Ryan?”Ariana nodded, her eyes fixed on the floor. “Unfortunately.”Greg said nothing for a moment. The silence between them wasn’t awkward—it was tense, thick with unsaid things. Finally, he spoke. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. That didn’t look easy.”“It wasn’t.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.She walked to the window, arms crossed tightly over her chest, watching the traffic move along the street below. The city was alive and bustling, indiff

The week passed in a blur. Meetings. Deadlines. Quick lunches at her desk. Ariana kept herself busy, partly out of necessity, partly as a distraction. It was easier to stay in control when her schedule allowed no space for thinking. But the nights were harder. At night, the silence crept in like fog under a door—soft, quiet, and impossible to ignore. Her apartment felt too still, her bed too big. She would lie awake, replaying the moment Ryan stepped into her office, over and over again. His face. His voice. The nerve of him to act like time hadn’t changed anything. She didn’t cry anymore. Not because she wasn’t hurt—but because the sadness had become a dull ache, like an old injury that flares up only when it rains. ⸻ Friday morning came too quickly, and with it, the final stages of the Bluezone proposal. Ariana had barely stepped out of the elevator when she noticed Greg waiting near the entrance to her floor, holding two coffees. “For you,” he said, handing her the cup witho