Alle Kapitel von Once a rejected wife, now a billionaire’s obsession : Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

Neil I step out of the Ferrari and walk straight into the company. Everyone bows slightly as I pass. “Good morning, sir." “Morning, sir," another greets. Yet I pay no attention; my mind is roaring. As soon as I enter the corridor, my PA stands from her desk with a bright smile plastered on her face. "Good morning, sir." I brush my fingers over the button of my suit jacket. "Good morning,” I reply. "Bring the file I asked you to work on to my office in an hour." “Alright, sir." I walk into my office, slam the door, and sit at my desk. Last night was a disaster. I had wanted it to chase away the hollowness I feel deep inside. But since I left the suite, I can’t stop thinking about this woman. This is my first time booking an escort, and I almost wish I hadn't. I drop the briefcase on the floor and start working. A few minutes later, my phone buzzes on the table, and I pick it up. It’s a text message: *Sir, I'm sorry I couldn't make it last night, I had an emer

Neil I step into the penthouse, and the silence greets me before anything else. I haven't been here in months. Ever since the divorce. This is a place I once called home—happy with my family, my wife, my kid—until I found out he wasn’t my son on the internet. My gaze scans the entire place; it’s too neat. Too still. A stark reminder that she’s no longer here. My jaw tightens as I shut the door behind me with a click. The sound echoes through the hallway like it’s announcing to the whole house that the owner is finally home. I loosen my tie as I walk in, but it feels like the fabric is choking me instead of helping. The first thing I see is a small shoe near the entrance. I stop. For a second, I simply stare at it. Then my eyes move without permission, slowly, like they already know what else they will find. A toy under the table. A cup that’s not mine. A frame on the wall turned slightly crooked, like someone left in a hurry and didn't care enough to fix it. Or may

Caroline The moment we step into Mia’s house, the smell of garlic, butter, and something sweet hits my nose. My stomach growls. Mia bursts out laughing. “Oh my God, was that your stomach?” Heat creeps to my neck. “No.” “Carrie, it practically barked.” Landon chuckles as he hangs his key by the door, then walks inside and leaves the two of us alone. A groan escapes my throat. “Can we pretend that didn't happen, please?” “Absolutely not,” she laughs, already pulling me toward the dining room. Unlike my apartment, hers feels warm, like a normal home. Family photos decorate the walls. Flowers of different kinds beautify everywhere. A soft blanket is draped over the couch. The entire place radiates warmth. For a while, my gaze scans the whole place, fascinated. Mia must have noticed because she studies my face. “You like it?” “It's beautiful,” I breathe. A warm smile spreads on her lips. “Thanks.” She pulls a chair from the dining table and gestures for me to sit. I do. A

Caroline The sound of a knock wakes me up. For a few seconds, I stare at the ceiling, confused. Then reality comes rushing back—my apartment, my new life. I remember I actually slept on the floor last night because I don't have a bed yet. A low laugh escapes me—of all that's happened recently, sleeping on a cold floor in an empty apartment is the least painful. Maybe because this time, it was my choice. I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes, then more knocks come. “Caroline!” I immediately recognize that voice—Mia. Of course. I barely open the door before she pushes inside with a big smile, holding several shopping bags. “Good morning, homeless woman.” I stare at her. “Good morning to you, too.” She looks around, then at me, then back at my empty apartment. Her eyes narrow. “Please don't tell me you slept on the floor.” I say nothing. My mouth drops open. “Carrie.” “What?” “You actually slept on the floor?” I shrug. “It wasn't that bad.” She looks offended. “Not that bad

Caroline The loud banging on the door nearly gives me a heart attack. I jolt awake and stare at the ceiling. For a moment, I'm convinced the apartment is under attack. Then Mia’s voice comes through the door. “Caroline, open the door before I break this thing down!” I groan and bury my face in the pillow. Correction: the apartment is not under attack; Mia is just being Mia. I drag myself out of bed and walk slowly toward the door. The moment I open it, she marches inside, carrying two paper cups and a bag. “You are alive. Good.” I blink. “It’s seven in the morning.” “Exactly.” “Normal people are asleep.” “Normal people have jobs.” I stare at her, and she stares right back before handing me the coffee, which I collect without hesitation. “You are evil.” “I've been called worse,” she says, throwing herself on the couch. “Drink that.” Taking a sip, my eyes immediately widen. “Oh.” “See?” “That actually tastes good.” She gasps dramatically. “You doubted me?” “Every day.”