The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption (Noah and Sierra) novel Chapter 104

Chapter 104

Noah

The rhythmic hum of the air conditioner fills Dad’s office, blending with the faint rustle of papers as I flip through the final page of the report. The mahogany desk between us gleams, sunlight slanting across its surface and catching on the silver cuff of my father’s watch. Across from me, Lilly’s voice carries steady confidence as she finishes presenting the quarterly figures.

I’ve tried everything to stay focused, but my mind keeps drifting back to one person. Sierra.

I’ve never really paid her any mind before. She’s always been a fleeting thought, nothing more. Yet these past few weeks, I’ve thought about her more than I have in all the years I’ve known her. It’s like she’s etched into my brain like a damn tattoo I can’t scrub off, no matter how hard I try.

What Adrian said keeps looping in my head like a broken record. Now that the doubt’s been planted, it’s taken root, and I can’t shake it loose.

All these conflicting thoughts are driving me insane.

I can’t be wrong about Sierra. I just can’t. Because if I am… then that means Chloe had been deceiving me all along. That she fed me lies, year after year, right up until her last breath. 1

I don’t want to believe that. I can’t believe that. Because accepting it means Chloe wasn’t the woman I thought she was. That she wasn’t the kind, gentle girl I believed in. And that thought… Fuck, that thought would destroy me.

She was my wife. The woman I loved. So, what does it say about me if I never really knew her at all? If the woman I loved and the woman she truly was are two entirely different people?

“…and that’s the projection for the next two fiscal years,” Lill says, bringing me back to the present.

She passes a copy of the summary to our fathers. “With the partnerships in Seoul and Berlin finalized, we’ll hit the targets by Q3.”

Dad leans back in his chair, nodding approvingly, while Uncle Gabriel gives a low whistle. “I have to say,” he says, tapping the folder, “I wasn’t half that composed when I was your age. Look at you two, talking mergers and overseas expansions like it’s second nature.”

Lilly grins. “You taught us well.”

Dad chuckles, eyes crinkling at the corners. “You say that as if you ever gave us a choice, sweetheart. You and Noah used to sneak into the boardroom.”

Uncle Gabe laughs, a deep, familiar rumble. “Yes. I remember catching them hiding under the table during that investor meeting. Noah nearly gave one of the clients a heart attack when he jumped from under.”

Lilly laughs, and I can’t help the small smirk tugging at my lips. “That was her idea,” I say, nodding toward her. ” She told me it’ll be more exciting sitting in the meeting rather than hearing it from you.“”

“Oh, don’t you dare pin that on me,” Lilly protests, elbowing me lightly. “You were just obsessed with knowing what happens during board meetings.”

I chuckle, knowing it’s true. We came up with the idea together, both of us eager to see the live–action.

The lightness in the room feels good. For a moment, it’s just us and the memories we have made over the years.

Despite our differences when it comes to Sierra, Lilly and I have always been close. Maybe because she was the

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