All Chapters of Claiming What's Mine: A Billionaire Romance: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“I plan to build on what has been working and address what hasn’t. My door will always be open to those who have ideas, concerns, or input. Transparency and collaboration will be key moving forward.”The murmurs returned, this time more thoughtful and subdued. I could see the gears turning in their minds as they processed this seismic shift in leadership.The meeting concluded with a mix of curiosity, cautious optimism, and lingering tension. As the employees filtered out, I caught Robert’s approving nod.“You handled that well, sir,” he said quietly.I gave a small nod in return, my focus shifting to the challenges ahead. This was just the beginning. The company was mine again, but so much more lay ahead—Kirsten, the tangled web of my family, and the secrets I still needed to uncover.As the conference room cleared out, I lingered near the large glass window, staring down at the city that stretched out before me. It felt surreal to be back in control, yet the weight of my decisions a

"I don't know..." My voice was barely a whisper, a confession of my bewilderment. The weight of his unspoken anger pressed down on me, a heavy cloak of intimidation. I knew better than to push him; his unpredictable nature was a threat I was determined to avoid. This wasn't the time for defiance. This was the time for observation, for careful calculation, for patience. The elevator ascended, its smooth, silent movement a stark contrast to the turbulent emotions churning within me. The air crackled with unspoken tension, a silent battle of wills waged between us. I stared at the numbers illuminating above the door, each ascending floor a step closer to an unknown destination, a destination that held the key to a mystery I was desperate to unravel. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, broken only by the rhythmic hum of the elevator's machinery. I resolved to remain silent, to observe, to wait, and to prepare for whatever awaited us at our destination. My silence was not subm

I barely processed their exchange; my thoughts were still stuck on the realization that Antonius was the CEO of Rockwell. How was this possible? How did I never know? Questions swirled in my head, demanding answers I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear. “Good,” Vincent replied curtly, though I could sense the tension in his voice.“But,” Antonius continued, leaning forward slightly, his gaze sharp and unyielding, “I want you to confess all your sins in front of your girlfriend.”My jaw dropped, the words hitting me like a slap in the face. What?!“What?!” Vincent sputtered, his voice rising. “I did nothing wrong!”Antonius smirked, leaning back in his chair with an infuriatingly calm demeanor. “Confess, Vincent. Or you can kiss your precious restaurants goodbye.”Vincent’s discomfort was palpable. His body stiffened, his fists clenched on the armrests of his chair, and beads of sweat began to form on his temple. I couldn’t help but stare at him, my chest tightening with unease. This wasn’t

I blinked, overwhelmed by the sudden intensity of his words. “How do you know me so much, Mr. Rockwell?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, disbelief coloring my tone. “I’ve known you enough,” he said, his expression unreadable. “You don’t know how much I know about you, Kirsten.” My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly looked away, trying to process everything. “You don’t understand,” I murmured, shaking my head. “Even if I wanted to leave, I can’t. I owe him. Big time.” Antonius’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with something close to anger. “I will pay whatever you owe him,” he said firmly. I let out a hollow laugh, the sound bitter and filled with despair. “It’s not about the money,” I said, my voice trembling. “He doesn’t care about that anymore. He… he wants me instead.” Antonius froze, his expression darkening. For a moment, he looked as though he might argue, but then he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. When he opened them again, they were filled with sorrow

This time, I typed back quickly, not giving myself time to overthink. Me: Why should I have dinner with you? His response came almost instantly. Anton: Because you need a reminder of what life could be like without him. I didn’t reply, but that didn’t stop me from thinking about it for the rest of the day. When I got home, Vincent wasn’t there. I hadn’t expected him to be. But somehow, it made the house feel even emptier. By the time the clock struck seven, I found myself standing in front of my closet, pulling out a simple black dress I hadn’t worn in years. “You’re crazy,” I muttered to myself as I slipped it on. But even as I said it, I knew the truth. Somewhere deep down, I wanted to see him again. He had texted me the location earlier, and now, as I stood outside the grand building, I couldn't help but feel out of place. The restaurant was nothing like the modest places I was used to. Its towering glass facade sparkled under the evening lights, and the gold-accented d