All Chapters of Falling For My Billionaire Revenge Daddy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Roxy’s POVThe intercom on my desk buzzed with a jarring sound, snapping me out of focus. I jumped a little, not used to the sound yet.Take the damn call, Roxy. It’s a phone, not an alarm, the voice in my head grumbled as it rang for the third time.I picked it up quickly and brought it to my ear.“Come to my office,” came his voice—deep, smooth, and commanding.I replaced the phone and looked up. Through the glass wall, I could see him sitting at his desk, sharp-featured and serious. He didn’t smile. He never did. But that only made it worse—or better, depending on how you saw it.My heart fluttered. Ugh. Why did he have this effect on me?I straightened my posture, smoothed down my blouse, and walked over to his office. My palms were already clammy. Perfect.“Yes, Mr. West. You called?” I said as calmly as I could.He looked up. My eyes instantly dropped to his wrist—he was wearing the watch. The one I “bought” him.Okay, fine, I didn’t actually buy it. But he thinks I did, and tha

Roxy’s POVWe had just arrived at this restaurant near the firm for lunch, and the second I stepped inside, my mouth went dry. This place was fancy. Like, old-money-meets-Vogue kind of fancy. Sparkly chandeliers, marble floors so clean they looked illegal to walk on, and high ceilings that made you feel small in the best and worst ways.And me? I was standing there in my regular outfit, feeling like I’d just wandered into the wrong movie set.But Sarah? She fit in like she owned the place. No joke. Her cream blazer, matching pants, and those clicky heels? She looked like a boss. Confident. Smart. People noticed her right away.A man in a perfect suit greeted her immediately. “Welcome, Ms. McLain,” he said. Like she was a celebrity. “Your seat is reserved.”“Thank you, Blake,” she replied smoothly. And just like that, we were being led through the restaurant. I followed, trying not to trip over my own nerves.Everyone around us was dressed like they were about to walk a red carpet, whi

Roxy’s POV“Goodnight, Roxy!" Greg from corporate law called out.I waved, flashing a smile. “Night!”Then Emily from paralegal passed, already halfway out the door. “You saved my life today.”“Anytime,” I said, keeping it casual.But inside?I was glowing.I mean, come on—I crushed it. Research? Nailed. People? Impressed. Mood? Roxette Bennett in full queen mode. I could almost hear the invisible crown settling on my head.That’s what I do—slide in, solve the unsolvable, walk out without breaking a sweat.The office was practically empty now, the silence was so loud, I could hear my own heartbeat.I started to pack up... but then I saw him.Through the glass.Aaron West.Still at his desk, sleeves rolled up, deep in work mode. His brows drawn together in that signature frown. One hand gripped a pen, the other raked through his hair like he was searching for answers in the strands somewhere. He was completely locked in.God, he had that kind of focus that felt like magnet. Like he cou

Roxy’s POV He was looking at me—waiting for me—daring me to respond with those stormy gray eyes. Damn. I swallowed hard. Go on, Roxy. Charm him. Charm him so hard his pants fall off. Charm that serious, lawyer-face wall off his face. Have zero mercy. “I know you finished Harvard Law with a first class. I know you developed a method of cataloging procedures at Harvard, that’s now taught to first year students. I know you have never lost one single case in the courtroom. I know you made your name with your own blood, sweat and sleepless nights—not because of favors or anyone else's name. And I know you're the best damn lawyer in this firm and probably in all of California. Should I go on, Mr. West?” Oh yes, I definitely did my research. For a second, just a split second, something flashed in his eyes—surprise, sure. But there was something else, darker... intense. Something that sparked like a flame and vanished just as fast. “You’ve said enough,” he replied, voice hard a

Roxy’s POVPersistent—that's my sister, Rosie. I'm stubborn too, sure, but Rosie? She doesn’t know when to quit. It’s kind of her superpower… and her biggest flaw.We were in Dad’s old garage—the one he turned into a workshop before he passed. It still smelled the same. Oil, dust, and old memories. I was sitting inside his broken Ford Thunderbird, fingers tapping on the worn-out steering wheel like I was actually helping. But honestly? I just wanted to talk about Aaron West.Rosie was under the car, legs sticking out, covered in grease. Her jeans had more oil stains than actual denim. That girl was serious about fixing this thing. I leaned out of the car, looking down at her.“So… when exactly are you giving up on this?” I asked, trying to sound chill, even though I already knew the answer.“Right after it starts,” she shot back from under the car. “Just wait till I see the look on Dad’s face when it does.”I rolled my eyes, even though she couldn’t see it. “Dad’s dead, Rosie.”Her re