The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption (Noah and Sierra) novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Noah.

The drive home is silent, the kind of silence that presses against your skull until every thought is louder than it should be. My mother’s words echo, ringing in my head like a broken record that just won’t stop. You’re going to apologize…

The more I hear them, the angrier I become. I’m so mad at myself for blindly believing Brook and at Brook for lying to me.

By the time I pull into the driveway, my blood is still boiling. The gossip headlines, Lilly’s accusation, the board, and my mom’s apology dinner. It all circles my head like vultures.

I kill the engine in front of my house, gripping the steering wheel a second longer than necessary. There is so much to be fucking done, but none of them feels as heavy as having to apologize to Sierra. It feels like a noose around my neck.

I stride into the house, head straight for the living room, and pull out my phone.

“Initiate damage control protocol,” I bark the moment the line connects.

“Yes, sir.”

“And have the PR team release a public statement apologizing for

my

behavior.”

“What reason should we give, sir?”

I grit my teeth. “I don’t give a damn. Come up with something reasonable. Just make sure it doesn’t paint me as the monster they already think I am.”

Before he can respond, I end the call and punch in the next number.

“Mr. Wood,” a voice answers.

“Why the hell haven’t those posts been taken down?” My growl rumbles low, dangerous.

“We were waiting for your directive, Mr. Wood-”

My temper snaps. “Something like this explodes and your first thought is to wait for my directive? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I–I’m sorry. We haven’t had a scandal in years; I just… I panicked.”

“I don’t pay you to panic. Do I?”

“No, sir.”

“Take those posts down. Now. And if you ever hesitate like this again, you won’t just lose your job–you’ll regret ever working for me.”

I hang up without giving him the dignity of a reply.

The phone shakes in my hand. I can’t sit, can’t breathe. My body hums with so much fury it feels like the walls themselves are pressing in on me.

I’m about to shove outside for air when the front door swings open. Brook strolls in, arms full of glossy shopping bags, looking like she’s had a carefree afternoon.

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My jaw locks so tight I feel it crack.

Her smile falters the second she sees me.

“Shopping?” My voice comes out low, dangerous.

She freezes mid–step, shoulders stiffening. “Noah… you’re home early.”

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