Semua Bab Claiming What's Mine: A Billionaire Romance: Bab 31 - Bab 40

I sat there, staring at the door after Robert left, my thoughts swirling in a chaotic mess. The idea of letting Vincent step in as the public face of my company left a sour taste in my mouth, but what choice did I have? The threats were real, and Kirsten’s unexpected presence in my life had made me vulnerable in ways I hadn’t been before.How I wish I could live as a commoner—a life where I could do as I pleased, where freedom wasn’t just a concept but a reality. No watchful eyes, no threats lurking in the shadows, waiting for one wrong move to strike. But what can I do? This is the life I was born into—a gilded cage. One wrong step, and I’m dead. Charming, isn’t it?My thoughts wandered to the one solution I kept avoiding. Should I really assign Vincent as my decoy? The idea churned in my stomach. He’s been circling the company like a vulture, always eager to take what isn’t his. Maybe this would make him happy—his long-awaited chance to step into my shoes. But of course, his happine

I stood, walking to the window, my reflection staring back at me—a man torn between duty and something he couldn’t quite name.Whatever this was, it wasn’t just about me anymore. It was about her. "Brother, I did what you told me. But you conveniently forgot to mention something about her," Vincent said as he strode into my office, his usual cocky smirk plastered across his face.I glanced up from my paperwork, instantly suspicious. "What are you talking about?"He leaned casually against my desk, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "She’s stunning. I mean, really stunning. You never told me she had a face like that."My grip on the pen tightened. The words hit me like a warning bell. Alarm coursed through me, darkening my expression."What did you just say?" I asked, my tone sharp.He chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. "I said, she’s got the face. The kind that makes a man wonder. You know, charming, graceful...""Stop right there." My voice was icy, cutting through his teasing like a

It was as if I couldn’t tear myself away, but I also knew that I needed to step outside, to get some air. For just a moment, I needed to disconnect from the weight of the room.“Okay,” I whispered, standing up with her help.We stepped out into the cool air of the early afternoon, the bustling outside world a stark contrast to the stillness inside. I felt the weight of the grief in my chest, but for now, I focused on the gentle rhythm of our footsteps, the calming presence of Sansa beside me, and the knowledge that, in this moment, I didn’t have to carry everything alone.As we walked in silence, I tried to collect my thoughts, but the overwhelming weight of the loss made it hard to focus. Sansa’s quiet presence beside me was a comfort, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was just drifting, going through the motions.After a while, Sansa broke the silence. “Kirsten,” she said softly, “have you thought about what’s next? What you want to do after... everything settles?”I stopped w

I could hear her breathing softly beside me, her presence a constant reminder that I had people who cared, even in my darkest moments.“I’m here, Kirsten,” she said softly, breaking the silence. “You don’t have to go through this alone. We’ll get through it together.”I turned to her, my eyes filled with tears that had long been held back. “Thank you, Sansa. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”She smiled gently, her eyes filled with understanding. “You don’t have to worry about that. You have me, and you have everyone here who cares about you. We’ll help you through this, step by step.”And in that moment, as I sat there surrounded by those who cared, I realized something important. The grief was still there, but it didn’t feel as heavy. With the support of those around me, I could start healing. It wouldn’t be easy, but I would face it, one day at a time.I took a deep breath, feeling the quiet strength that had slowly been building up inside me. My mother had always be

Her belongings were still exactly where she had left them. Her scarf was draped over the chair by the window, her reading glasses perched on the bedside table, and a neatly folded sweater lay on the bed. My chest tightened as I walked further inside, the weight of her absence pressing down on me.I noticed a small photo frame on the table and picked it up. It was a picture of her during one of her happiest moments—her head tilted back in laughter, her eyes sparkling with joy. Tears blurred my vision as I ran my fingers over the glass, tracing the lines of her face.“Mom…” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Why does it hurt so much?”I sat down on the edge of her bed, clutching the photo to my chest. My mind drifted to all the moments we had shared—her reassuring words when life felt overwhelming, her warm embrace when I needed comfort, and her laughter that could brighten even my darkest days. Each memory was like a thread, pulling me closer to her and yet reminding me of how far away s