THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 68: Dive into his thoughts

Chapter 68: Dive into his thoughts

"That is because Angel is expecting my child," Arthur declared, his voice firm and unwavering.

He scanned the room, watching as shock rippled through the gathered reporters. Their widened eyes and hurried scribbles confirmed that they hadn’t seen this bombshell coming.

But that was precisely the point—this revelation was the only way he could ensure Angel would return to him.

Arthur leaned closer to the microphone, his presence commanding, his next words carrying the weight of an unshakable resolve.

"I know this might seem absurd, making such a personal matter a public announcement. But let me be clear—my only concern is Angel’s safety. The world needs to know that she is carrying my child, and with that truth out in the open, I intend to protect her at all costs." His gaze darkened as he continued. "I am well aware that the media frenzy surrounding her—especially given her position at Bliss Enterprise—will be relentless. But this is the only way forward."

With that, Arthur took a deliberate step back, his face a mask of impenetrable calm, his eyes betraying nothing.

"I have nothing more to say," he declared, his voice cold and final.

In one swift motion, he pivoted on his heel and marched off the podium, his confidence radiating through every stride.

A split second later, the room exploded into pandemonium. Reporters surged forward, their voices rising in a cacophony of desperation as they scrambled for answers.

Flashbulbs popped like gunfire, and microphones were thrust into the air, but Arthur’s security team acted in perfect sync, encircling him with military precision, creating an impenetrable barrier of bodies.

No one could break through.

In mere seconds, he vanished from sight, leaving a sea of unanswered questions and a storm of wild speculation in his wake, leaving the press to buzz with electrified anticipation.

As Arthur strode into the sleek hallway leading to the executive wing, his secretary approached him swiftly, an iPad in hand.

The look in his eyes told him he already had a grasp of what was about to unfold in the wake of his explosive announcement.

"Sir, it appears highly likely that Miss Angel will return," he reported, keeping pace beside him. "The journalists have wasted no time—it’s already flooding the media. This could work in our favor, giving us the leverage we need to counter Tryson Bliss."

Arthur gave a curt nod, his expression unreadable as they stepped into the elevator. The doors slid shut, sealing them inside a thick, weighted silence.

His gaze remained fixed ahead, but his mind churned restlessly.

Had he done the right thing? The drastic move had been necessary—he had convinced himself of that.

Yet, if Angel hadn’t made things so unbearably difficult, he wouldn’t have been forced to take such extreme measures.

This wasn’t about control. It wasn’t about power. It was about keeping her safe.

And he would do whatever it took to ensure that.

She didn’t need Tryson. She needed him.

Only he could protect her from the storm that awaited if she stayed by Tryson’s side. No one else could keep her safe—not the press, not the company, and certainly not Tryson Bliss.

Then, his thoughts shifted to Sophia.

A flicker of pity stirred within him, but he quickly suppressed it. This wasn’t about sentiment. This was about doing what was best, even if others failed to see it.

He was her family, and as the head of that family, it was his responsibility to make the tough decisions—whether they liked it or not.

The elevator chimed softly as the doors slid open. He stepped out, his secretary following closely behind as they strode down the hallway toward his executive lounge.

As soon as Arthur settled onto the sleek leather couch, he turned his sharp gaze to the man standing before him, a tablet in hand.

"Any updates on Sophia?" His voice was calm, but the weight of his question was undeniable.

"Currently, sir, Mrs. Sophia is still unconscious, according to the latest report," his secretary informed him, his tone measured yet cautious.

Without another word, he turned his iPad toward Arthur, displaying the images that had just been sent.

Arthur’s gaze darkened as he studied the photos.

Sophia lay sprawled on a couch, her head tilted back, eyes shut, her face devoid of its usual fire. For a brief moment, an unexpected pang of guilt twisted inside him.

He clicked his tongue in frustration, exhaling sharply.

He wished—just for a fleeting second—that he could be softer in this moment, that he could find it in himself to offer kindness.

But what would that change? Nothing. Because this wasn’t just about Sophia being Angel’s friend. No, it ran deeper than that.

Sophia had been desperate enough—pitiful enough—to pull the one woman meant for him away from his grasp.

And though he understood her reasons, he couldn’t condone them. She wasn’t fighting for love; she was clinging to something that had already slipped through her fingers.

And he wasn’t about to let her ruin what was rightfully his.

She didn’t want it to break.

But for Arthur, keeping his company at the pinnacle of power wasn’t just a desire—it was a necessity.

And for that, Angel wasn’t merely an asset. He didn’t just crave her intelligence; he needed more.

Her soul.

Her heart.

And most importantly, the legacy she carried—the one bestowed upon her by the late president himself.

If he could marry Angel and sever his ties with Sophia, it would be the perfect opportunity to claim everything he had worked for.

A future secured, a dynasty forged.

With that thought solidifying in his mind, he lifted his gaze toward his secretary.

"Make sure she’s treated well," he ordered, his voice calm but laced with finality. "And as I’ve said before—no phones, no devices. No one is to bring her anything like those devices, at least not until we’re done with our work."

His secretary gave a curt nod in acknowledgment before swiftly exiting the room.

Arthur exhaled slowly, his fingers tapping against the armrest as he sank deeper into his thoughts.

The game was already in motion. Now, it was only a matter of making sure every piece fell exactly where he needed it to.

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