All Chapters of Rejected by the Tycoon: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

EdwardI felt my jaw tense with frustration as I looked out the window of my office and remembered the night of the gala. The memories of Saturday night were still very fresh in my mind.On that night, I was accompanied by Mila Durant, a beautiful French model I had recently met. We were enveloped in an atmosphere of luxury and sophistication, surrounded by a crowd of familiar faces from high society. But among all those familiar faces, there was one I didn't expect to see: Beatrice.I relived once again all the feelings that flooded me when I spotted Beatrice at the ball. My heart even gave an unpleasant leap. The last time I had seen her before that was when our marriage was crumbling, and to think that at the party, she was radiant, elegantly dressed, and simply stunning. She was in the company of Joel Smith's son, the influential owner of the newspaper where my ex-wife now works.I felt a deep discomfort in my chest. Seeing Beatrice there, splendid and well-accompanied, stirred my

AndrewDue to some urgent business, I ended up canceling my meeting with Beatrice, and after returning to London, I found that she was upset with me, probably for this same reason. I tried calling her and sending messages, but Beatrice didn't answer any of the times and didn't respond to my messages either. I was feeling worried because I was enjoying her company, and I felt that our relationship was strengthening a little more with each passing day.Now, everything has changed, and it seems like we're back to square one. On Saturday night, I ended up agreeing to go out to dinner with an old friend with whom I share a great friendship. When I arrive at the restaurant, I see Beatrice's ex-husband, Edward Maddock. That worsened my mood, which wasn't the best to begin with."Do you know Maddock personally?" Justin Campbell, with whom I attended college at Oxford, asks.His concern is not unfounded, after all, Maddock couldn't take his eyes off my table, which was starting to irritate me.

Edward Beatrice's question was entirely valid. I spent a year by her side, but I chose to remain trapped in the resentment and bitterness I felt when I saw her with Sebastian on her eighteenth birthday, exactly when I had planned to ask her out. However, after trying to get involved with other women and pretending that I was having fun, I came to the conclusion that none of them compares to Beatrice, the only one I have always loved.“I don't know” That's all I could say.I still love Beatrice, but it's difficult to admit this feeling even to myself. The fact is that seeing her again in the arms of another man caused terrible discomfort. The mere idea of Beatrice with another man was unbearable. I believe I only managed to stay away for three years because I was in another country, getting involved with every wo

Beatrice Edward smiles kindly, his eyes sparkle, and I can't resist the overwhelming charm of my ex-husband."But I want to talk about us, Beatrice," Edward insists."And our interview? That's why I came here, Edward.""I have a good proposal to make."Edward releases my hand, which he was still holding, and gets up from his chair, now sitting in the one next to mine, staring at me with renewed attention.I was undecided about whether I wanted to know about this proposal. The last one I received was to be there, and I still wasn't sure if it was genuinely something positive for me."Aren't you going to ask what it is?" He

Edward I looked with great admiration at the beautiful woman in front of me, my wife Beatrice, and smiled along with her, remembering an episode from our childhood."Oh, Edward!" she complained, smiling. "You always managed to convince everyone of your innocence, even when you were the one responsible for our pranks."Beatrice let out a hearty laugh, looked around the pub, already quite empty at that hour, and frowned at me.“I think it's time for us to leave, Edward.” she pointed out, trying to wear a serious expression that didn't match the beautiful smile on her face.I look around, realizing that besides the two of us, there is only one more table occupied by another couple, and I conclude that s