Semua Bab The Ruthless Billionaire's Revenge: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Elena stood in the doorway, staring at Adrian, her heartbeat an uneven rhythm in her chest. His words still hung between them, thick with meaning, heavy with the weight of the past.I’m not giving up on you.She wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it.And the fact that, here he was, standing in front of her, acting as if he could rewrite the past with sheer determination.She hated him for that.And yet…She didn’t shut the door in his face.That alone was enough to make her uneasy.Elena crossed her arms, forcing herself to look unaffected. “So, what now?” she asked, her voice colder than she felt.Adrian’s eyes didn’t waver. “Now, we talk.”She let out a short, humorless laugh. “Just like that?”“Yes,” he said simply.She shook her head, gripping the doorframe tighter. “You think this is easy? You think a few words can fix everything?”“No,” he admitted. “But it’s a start.”Elena hesitated.A start.It shouldn’t mean anything.It shouldn’t feel like something is shifting inside her.

Adrian watched Elena closely, taking in every small movement—the way she toyed with her fork, the way she avoided his eyes, the way she seemed to hold her breath every time he came too close.She was trying to act indifferent. Trying to pretend that she had moved on.But he could feel it.The tension between them.The way her guard would slip, just for a second, before she caught herself and rebuilt the walls around her heart.She still felt something.She just wouldn’t admit it.Elena cleared her throat and pushed her plate away. “I think we should—”“Do you still love me?”The question cut through the air, heavy and unavoidable.Her eyes snapped to his, her entire body going rigid. “What?”Adrian leaned forward slightly, holding her gaze. “Do you still love me?”She let out a short, humorless laugh. “That’s ridiculous.”“Is it?”She stood up, shaking her head. “I don’t have to answer that.”Adrian rose to his feet as well. “You don’t have to. But I think you should.”She turned away

Adrian sat in the sleek boardroom, his investors watching him closely.They were uncertain. Hesitant.Richard had gotten to them.But Adrian wasn’t about to let him win.He leaned forward, his voice firm, steady, unshaken.“I don’t make promises I can’t keep,” Adrian said, his eyes sweeping across the room. “You’ve worked with me long enough to know that.”The investors exchanged glances.Adrian continued. “Richard is offering you big numbers and flashy deals. But when has he ever delivered?” He let the question hang. “With me, you know what you’re getting. Stability. Growth. Power.”A long pause.Then, one investor nodded.Then another.Adrian knew he had them.Richard had tried to take him down.But Adrian was still standing.And he wasn’t going anywhere.Still, as the meeting ended and the deal was secured, his mind drifted back to Elena.Winning the business war was one thing.Winning her back...That was the real battle.And he had no intention of losing.Adrian was already used

It had been only twenty-four hours since Adrian received the anonymous email. Armed with the evidence, he had wasted no time exposing Richard.By noon, news outlets were flooded with reports detailing Richard’s corruption—his orchestrated smear campaign, the falsified reports, he had used to try and ruin Adrian’s reputation.The fallout had been immediate. Board members were withdrawing their support, shareholders were demanding answers, and Richard’s once-polished image had begun to crack under the weight of undeniable proof.Adrian had expected retaliation. He knew Richard wouldn’t take this loss quietly. He had prepared for the counterattack.But what he didn’t expect—what no one expected—was the message waiting for him.It wasn’t an email. It wasn’t a phone call. It was a simple note, placed right in the center of his desk.No one had seen who left it. No security cameras had captured its arrival.Yet, there it was.White paper. Black ink. One simple sentence."This is just the be

Elena was preparing to leave.The decision had been made long before Adrian found her.She had come to this remote place to escape, to heal, and now it was time to move on.But as she stood in the doorway of her small cottage, suitcase by her side, she heard the sound of a car approaching.Her heart clenched.She already knew who it was before he even stepped out.Adrian.The man who had once been her everything.The man who had broken her.And the man who, despite it all, still made her heart race.He climbed out of the car, his movements controlled but tense. He was wearing a dark coat, his sharp features unreadable as he walked toward her.Elena tightened her grip on the suitcase handle. “What are you doing here, Adrian?”He stopped a few feet away, his eyes locking onto hers. “I needed to see you.”She forced herself to stay calm. “There’s nothing left to say.”Adrian exhaled slowly, then reached into his pocket.And pulled out a small, velvet box.Elena’s breath caught.No.This