The CEO's Rejected Wife And Secret Heir novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117: Chapter 117: The Real Lucas Hayes

Aria pov

"Go talk to her," I said firmly. "Before someone else does."

"You’re right." He straightened his tie, suddenly looking less like a confident CEO and more like a nervous man about to approach a woman he actually liked. "Wish me luck?"

"You don’t need it," I assured him. "Just be yourself. The real you, not the corporate shark version."

"Noted." He nodded to Damien, his tone lighter now, teasing rather than challenging. "Blackwood. Try not to spontaneously combust from jealousy. Your lady was never in any danger—I’m very much spoken for. Well, trying to be, anyway."

He walked away then, heading directly toward where Olivia stood near the bar. I watched as he approached her, saw the way she lit up when she noticed him, the way her cheeks flushed pink even from this distance. Lucas said something that made her laugh, a genuine, delighted sound that carried across the room. His entire body language had changed—open, warm, attentive in a way he hadn’t been with us.

"That manipulative" Damien started.

"Was obviously trying to make you jealous while building courage to talk to the woman he actually likes," I interrupted, unable to keep the amusement from my voice. "Did you really think Lucas Hayes was interested in me?"

"He was touching you. Standing too close. Asking you to dinner."

"While actually interested in Olivia the entire time," I pointed out. "He couldn’t stop looking at her, Damien. Every time he mentioned her name, his whole demeanor changed. He was playing you."

"I don’t care what his real intentions were." Damien’s hand was still possessive on my back. "He had his hands on you."

"And now he has his eyes on my best friend, which is exactly what I wanted." I turned to face him fully. "I’ve been trying to push them together. Lucas is perfect for Olivia—kind, successful, genuine when he’s not in CEO mode and he clearly adores her."

"You’re matchmaking again."

"I’m creating opportunities." I watched Lucas and Olivia across the room. He’d made her laugh again, and she was touching his arm, leaning in close. "And unlike some people, Lucas actually knows how to show genuine interest in someone without past baggage and betrayal getting in the way."

The words came out sharper than I’d intended as Damien flinched.

"You’re right," he said quietly. "He doesn’t have our history. Doesn’t have the weight of hurting her, losing her, spending years drowning in regret." His hand tightened on my waist. "But Aria, I’m not going to apologize for being jealous. Not when I spent years taking you for granted and now have to watch other men see what I was too blind to see."

"Lucas wasn’t"

"I know." His eyes held mine. "But I still hated every second of it. Hated him standing close to you. Hated that you smiled at him. Hated that for a moment, I thought maybe you’d prefer someone like him—uncomplicated, charming, without all my damage."

"Damien" I started, but he caught my wrist.

"Dance with me," he said.

"What?"

"Dance with me." He nodded toward the dance floor where couples swayed to classical music. The orchestra was playing something slow, strings humming through the ballroom. "Before we make the merger announcement. Just... one dance."

"Damien"

"Please." His eyes were serious now, the jealousy replaced by something deeper. "Let me have this. One dance where you’re not my business partner or Noah’s mother or the woman I wronged. Where you’re just... Aria. And I’m just a man who wants to hold you."

My resistance crumbled. "One dance."

He led me onto the dance floor, his hand finding my waist as mine rested on his shoulder. The fabric of his tuxedo was smooth under my palm. We moved together easily, muscle memory from years ago kicking in, his body guided mine with practiced ease.

"I remember this," I said softly. "We danced at our wedding."

"I remember everything about that day." His voice was low, intimate. "You wore white silk, simple and elegant. Your hands shook when you said your vows. I thought" He paused. "I thought you were nervous about being trapped with me."

"I was nervous about disappointing you." I met his eyes. "About not being what you wanted."

"You were everything I wanted." His hand tightened on my waist, pulling me closer. "I was just too damaged to see it."

"Past tense?" I asked quietly.

"You’re still everything I want." He pulled me closer, until no space remained between us. His body was solid, warm, his chest pressing against mine. "More so now than then because now I understand what I’m asking for. What I’d be lucky enough to have."

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