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CHAPTER 137: FIREPROOF
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IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 138 TITLE: “HOPE ON THE PORCH”
NATHAN'S POVTonight was the night.I had thought about this moment for weeks, planned every detail, and double-checked the ring box in my coat pocket at least a hundred times since this morning. The restaurant was perfect—intimate, warm lighting, and Isla's favorite table by the window reserved just for us.She arrived looking radiant as always, wearing a soft blush dress that complimented her glow. The stress of Titan Holdings hadn't dulled her spark, and somehow, seeing her walk through the door made my heart race the same way it had from day one."Wow," I said as she reached the table. "You always manage to leave me speechless."She laughed and leaned in to kiss my cheek. "Flattery won’t get you out of paying for dinner.""I wouldn’t dream of it. Tonight’s on me—completely."The waiter brought out a wine bottle I had pre-ordered, one from our first shared trip to Napa Valley. We toasted, laughed, and shared stories about our hectic weeks. But beneath my calm smile, I could barely
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-05-08IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE Chapter 1: THE PAINFUL TRUTH
ISLA'S POVToday marked a year since Jason and I officially became a couple. It felt surreal; I had never been this serious about anyone. Jason was charming, attentive, and supportive— or so I thought. He owned a quaint café near my college, where I worked part-time to make ends meet. The café wasn’t just a workplace for me; it felt like a second home, mostly because Jason was there.To celebrate our anniversary, I decided to surprise him with a gift. After weeks of saving from my modest earnings, I finally bought him a watch that I thought he’d love. It wasn’t fancy, but it was meaningful— every time he checked the time, he’d think of me. At least, that’s what I hoped.The salesgirl behind the counter looked at me with a mixture of pity and amusement as I handed her my hard-earned cash. “You’re really buying this for someone?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.“Yes,” I said, feeling a bit self-conscious. “It’s for someone special.”She smirked, clearly unimpressed, and handed me the nea
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-01-07IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE Chapter 2: CHASING OPPORTUNITIES
ISLA’S POVWhen I got home, my legs felt heavy as I closed the door behind me. The silence of the apartment was deafening, amplifying the chaos in my mind. I dropped my bag on the floor and sank onto the couch. My hands trembled as I thought about the past year with Jason. How had I been so blind? Now that I had time to think, the signs were glaringly obvious. He was never truly mine.There were moments I’d brushed off— the late-night “work meetings,” the way he avoided introducing me to his friends, the lack of affection when we were alone. Deep down, I must have known something wasn’t right. But I ignored it, convincing myself that he was just stressed or distracted. After all, I loved him, didn’t I? And I thought he loved me too.I buried my face in my hands as tears streamed down my cheeks. It wasn’t just the betrayal that hurt; it was the humiliation of being used. He had played me for a fool, stringing me along while holding on to his feelings for someone else. I thought I knew
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-01-07IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE Chapter 3: HIRING WITH A MOTIVE
VICTOR’S POV Today was Grandpa’s 70th birthday. For as long as I could remember, Grandpa had been my anchor, my guide, and my strength. He raised me after my parents passed away when I was just a baby. A man as serious and focused as he was, taking care of a helpless infant must have been a monumental challenge. Yet he did it, and he did it well. Lately, though, I’d been too caught up in work to visit him. Weeks turned into months, and the guilt lingered like a shadow. So, today, I cleared my schedule, canceled a meeting, and made sure nothing came between us. On my way home, I decided to pick up a gift. Grandpa deserved something special. As I stood at the counter in the store, browsing through options, I overheard a complaint from a young lady to the salesgirl. Her voice carried sharpness, but beneath it was an undercurrent of sadness that was impossible to ignore. It wasn’t just her tone that caught my attention—it was the weight of her words, each one laced with quiet frustrati
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-01-07IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE Chapter 4: A JOB AND A JEER
ISLA'S POV The day I got the job offer from Sterling Corporation felt like the first ray of sunlight after a storm. It was more than a job; it was my ticket to a better future, and save my mom's life.The first person I wanted to share the news with was Judith. I headed to the café where I used to work before everything fell apart.Walking into that place brought mixed emotions. Jason owned the café, and seeing him there was inevitable. Still, I had news worth celebrating, and I wouldn’t let anything dampen my spirits.Judith was behind the counter when I arrived. She spotted me and waved me over with a big smile. “Isla, what’s the occasion? You look like you’ve won the lottery!”I grinned, unable to hold back my excitement. “Judith, I got the job at Sterling Corporation!”Her eyes widened with delight, and she leaned over the counter to hug me. “I knew it! I knew they’d see how amazing you are. This calls for a celebration. Coffee’s on me!”Before I could reply, I heard a familiar v
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-01-07IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE Chapter 5: WHEN BUSINESS TURNS PERSONAL
VICTOR’S POVWhen Isla accepted my invitation to dinner, I felt a wave of happiness wash over me, though I did my best to hide it. It wouldn’t do to let my feelings show too soon. Over the meal, I opened up about something that had been bothering her—why I tolerated Emma’s attitude so much.“Her father was my father’s driver,” I explained, my voice calm and steady. “They both died in the same car accident.” Isla’s face softened, her expression tinged with understanding. “Emma does have talent, but her temper has always been a problem. I try to overlook it as long as she doesn’t go too far.”I noticed Isla’s demeanor shift. She seemed to regret judging Emma so harshly before hearing the whole story. In that moment, something between us changed. She no longer seemed as guarded, and I felt a small victory in earning her trust.---Later that evening, after returning home, my phone buzzed. It was Daniel, his tone serious as he shared an update on the investigation. “Victor, we’ve hit a sn
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-01-07IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE Chapter 6: A NIGHT OF CONFUSION
ISLA'S POVThe first thing I noticed when I woke up was that the room around me was unfamiliar. My heart began to race. This wasn’t my hotel room. Panic crept in as I tried to make sense of where I was. My head throbbed, a dull ache reminding me of last night. What happened? How did I end up here?I sat up, clutching the sheets tightly around me, and that’s when I saw him—Victor. He was already awake shirtless on the couch, his broad shoulders catching the soft morning light. His muscular body was enough to make my breath hitch, and for a brief moment, I forgot how to think.“Oh my God,” I whispered to myself, the panic escalating. “Did we…” Then I said loudly, “Did we….?”Victor must have noticed my discomfort because he turned to me, a calm but serious expression on his face. “Relax,” he said, his deep voice steadying me. “Nothing happened last night.”I blinked, processing his words. “Are you sure?” I stammered, my cheeks burning.He nodded, running a hand through his disheveled ha
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-02-24IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE Chapter 7: A NEW UNDERSTANDING
ISLA'S POVThe events of the past few days had been a whirlwind, but this morning’s revelation left me even more unsteady. My mother’s surgery was paid for. The money had come from someone, but I hadn’t done it.As the car stopped at a red light, I decided I couldn’t stay silent any longer. “Victor,” I said, my voice hesitant.He looked up from his laptop, his expression calm. “Yes?”I took a deep breath. “It was the hospital. They called to confirm they received the transfer.” My voice shook slightly. “Was it you? Did you transfer the money to them?”Victor stopped typing and turned to face me fully. His blue-gray eyes met mine, sincere and steady. “Yes,” he admitted without hesitation.I blinked, stunned. “But… why?”He leaned back slightly, his tone calm and patient. “You got drunk last night and told me about your mother’s surgery. You cried, Isla. You told me you didn’t have the money to save her.”I felt my face flush with embarrassment. God, how could I be so stupid when I was
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-02-24
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IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 138 TITLE: “HOPE ON THE PORCH”
NATHAN'S POVTonight was the night.I had thought about this moment for weeks, planned every detail, and double-checked the ring box in my coat pocket at least a hundred times since this morning. The restaurant was perfect—intimate, warm lighting, and Isla's favorite table by the window reserved just for us.She arrived looking radiant as always, wearing a soft blush dress that complimented her glow. The stress of Titan Holdings hadn't dulled her spark, and somehow, seeing her walk through the door made my heart race the same way it had from day one."Wow," I said as she reached the table. "You always manage to leave me speechless."She laughed and leaned in to kiss my cheek. "Flattery won’t get you out of paying for dinner.""I wouldn’t dream of it. Tonight’s on me—completely."The waiter brought out a wine bottle I had pre-ordered, one from our first shared trip to Napa Valley. We toasted, laughed, and shared stories about our hectic weeks. But beneath my calm smile, I could barely
IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 137: FIREPROOF
ISLA’S POVYou know that moment when an idea grabs hold of you and refuses to let go?That was me the morning after dinner at Nathan’s restaurant. I woke up before my alarm, mind already racing, fingers itching to write things down. I skipped my usual espresso and dove straight into my sketchpad, ideas flooding my brain faster than I could sketch.It wasn’t just about reinventing Titan Holdings. It was about reawakening myself. For too long, I’d been playing defense. Fixing problems. Patching holes. Watching Sterling Corporation steal our spotlight with boldness and edge I used to own.Not anymore.I rolled into Titan headquarters that morning like a woman possessed. My assistant, Claire, trailed behind me, struggling to keep up as I rattled off a stream of tasks."Schedule a pitch meeting with the creative department. Block off the boardroom from ten to two. And get me a double shot of courage in a coffee cup."She blinked. "Isla, are we… rebranding again?""No. We’re reawakening."B
IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 136: Shadows, Wine, And A Little Fire
ISLA'S POVSometimes, the best way to handle pressure is with a glass of wine, a playlist of early 2000s R&B, and a friend who knows just how to make you laugh until you forget why you were angry in the first place.That friend for me? Nathan.After a long week of back-to-back meetings, damage control, and trying to keep Titan Holdings from slipping deeper into the PR abyss, I found myself in Nathan’s new restaurant. He had insisted I come by to taste a new dish he was experimenting with. Something French, fancy, and hard to pronounce.The moment I walked into the soft, ambient lighting of the place, I felt a sliver of calm. The walls were a blend of earth tones and copper, sleek and modern, but warm. Nathan had poured his heart into this place. You could feel it in every polished surface.“You look like someone who just fired three people and lied about being fine,” he said the moment I walked in.I chuckled and sank into the plush booth. “I did fire two. And the third one technicall
IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 135: CHAOS IN A SILK SUIT
VICTOR'S POVIt all began with a missed call.No, scratch that—it all began with the goddamn press release.I was sitting in my office, half-listening to my assistant drone on about a delayed shipment of Italian leather when my phone vibrated on the desk. I glanced at the screen. Three missed calls from our PR head, a woman who only called in emergencies. My gut twisted. Then came the message: "Check FashionThread. Now."The moment I opened the site, my heart dropped."Sterling Corp's New Creative Director Declares War on Titan Holdings." Sienna Cross, former army strategist turned fashion exec, shakes up the industry with sustainable ambition and fearless words.There was a video clip. Of Sienna. My Sienna. Speaking confidently to a crowd of reporters outside Sterling HQ. "Titan has relied too long on legacy. It's time for the future to win. We’re not here to compete. We’re here to take over."Shit.I dropped my phone. "Everyone out," I told my team.Once the room cleared, I paced. M
IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 134: “RISING FROM THE ASHES”
SIENNA’S POVhe morning sun poured through the glass walls of my office, spilling golden light across the long conference table. I stood by the window, sipping black coffee, my mind already working faster than my hands could type. I had been at Sterling Corp for a month now, and the pressure was only increasing. But so was my determination.This company had once been a giant in the fashion world—a place where innovation and style ruled. But now, it was trailing behind. Titan Holdings had taken the spotlight. Their marketing was sharper, their runway shows more daring, and worst of all, they had poached several of Sterling’s top clients. That wasn’t just business—it was war.Today, I was going to set the tone for the future.I turned to my assistant, Lillian, a sharp, efficient woman I had recently promoted after noticing her strong instincts. “Schedule the meeting. I want every department head present at noon.”She nodded without asking questions. That was what I liked about her—quick
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SIENNA'S POVMy heels clicked sharply against the glossy floors of Sterling Corporation as I stepped into the building for the first time not as a visitor, not as Victor's girlfriend, but as the newly appointed Chief Operations Director. The title was both daunting and exhilarating. It wasn’t just a nameplate on an office door; it was a challenge, and I never backed away from one.The receptionist offered me a polite but hesitant smile. I caught the way her eyes flicked to the security badge on my coat. No doubt word had spread that someone new was joining the top brass, but few knew exactly who. Or why. Or how fast things were about to change.Sterling Corp was polished on the surface, with glass walls, minimalist art, and air that smelled faintly of lavender and ink. But beneath the beauty, I could already sense disorganization. There was no urgency in the air, no spark in the eyes of the workers I passed. They looked tired, routine. A place that had accepted mediocrity as a new nor
IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 132: A FUTURE TOGETHER
VICTOR'S POVI leaned back in the chair, staring out the window as the city stretched endlessly before me. My mind was cluttered, not with the chaos of the world outside but with thoughts of Sienna. The woman who had unexpectedly come into my life and made me see things from a perspective I never thought possible. She was beautiful, strong, and confident, and I couldn’t have been more grateful for her presence. But lately, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of unease—a feeling that things were shifting, and I needed to make sure we were both on the same page.Our relationship had been growing steadily, and we’d reached a point where we were living together. It felt like the natural next step for us. But as much as I loved her, there was something about the future that I hadn’t yet confronted. I had spent so much time building my career in the fashion industry, creating a name for myself, and handling the endless demands of clients, but I was starting to see that I couldn’t do it
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IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 130: "FLAMES OF VICTORY"
NATHAN'S POVThere are few moments in life when everything feels exactly right—when every ounce of pain, sweat, and late nights comes together into something that makes you believe in yourself all over again. That was what my grand opening felt like.My new restaurant wasn’t just bigger. It wasn’t just more luxurious. It was me, reborn.The space gleamed with copper accents, ambient lights, and marble counters that caught the reflection of every glass raised in celebration. The open kitchen concept allowed guests to watch us in action, the aroma of seared herbs, sizzling garlic, and glazed duck drifting across the room. There were private dining rooms now, soundproofed for VIP guests, with curated wine lists and personal chefs. We even had a rooftop lounge with a skyline view that made you forget you were still in the city.I had poured my heart into every detail—from the hand-carved wooden sign that bore my name to the recipe cards we handed out like pieces of art. I hired a stronger
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