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CHAPTER 161:THE ART OF THE COMEBACK"
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IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 163: STRANGER IN SILK
ISLA'S POVTitan’s holdings was unusually quiet that morning—too quiet. I’d arrived earlier than usual, hoping to get ahead of the mountain of files waiting on my desk. The halls were bathed in early sunlight, casting long golden streaks across the floor. Even the elevators hummed softer, almost respectfully.I pushed open the door to my office and froze.Someone was sitting on the edge of my desk.She was tall, maybe late twenties, wearing a navy-blue power suit and red lipstick that somehow made her look even more intimidating than the oversized sunglasses still perched on her face.“You must be Isla Morgan,” she said smoothly, not bothering to stand. “Right on time. I’ve heard... interesting things about you.”“And you are?” I asked, narrowing my eyes as I shut the door behind me.She stood slowly and removed her sunglasses. “Elizabeth Caine. Creative director of Silken Edge, Paris division. We just acquired a small stake in Titan’s Wooden. You and I have a lot to discuss.”My stom
IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 162: "MORE THAN A MEAL"
NATHAN'S POV I had a feeling Isla was having a rough day. The kind of day where nothing aligns, where pressure comes from every direction, and where even the strongest resolve starts to crack. I knew that feeling well, and though she hadn’t said much over the phone, I could hear it in her voice—tight, clipped, like she was trying to keep herself from snapping.She told me not to come. Said she’d find something to eat in the office cafeteria and that she had too much on her plate. But I knew Isla. When she said she’d sort herself, she meant she was going to push through without pause, likely skip lunch, and bury herself deeper into whatever storm she was dealing with. I wasn’t going to let that happen.So, I packed one of her favorite—grilled chicken salad with extra avocado, garlic butter bread on the side, and a lemon ginger juice. A small gesture, but sometimes the smallest things speak the loudest.By the time I reached Titan's holdings, the lunchtime crowd was thinning out. I pas
IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 161:THE ART OF THE COMEBACK"
ISLA'S POVThere was something deeply personal about defeat—especially when it came at the hands of someone like Lucas. I sat in the break room at Titan’s Holdings my hands still trembling from the meeting we’d just left. My team tried to act like everything was normal, like Lucas hadn’t just presented a concept eerily similar to mine in front of the board. Like he hadn’t taken the very essence of what I was working on and turned it into his own showcase.He’d stolen it.There was no other explanation. The sketches, the mood board, the fabric selections—even the campaign pitch. He hadn’t just guessed. He knew. And that meant someone had access to my drafts, my system, my internal files. And the only person who knew the depth of my initial draft—who I had discussed pieces of it with when brainstorming—was in that building. I felt betrayed. Furious. But more than anything, I was determined.I couldn’t let him win. Not like this."You okay?" Tara, one of my designers, asked softly as she
IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 160: THE COMEBACK SKETCH ISLA’S POV
ISLA'S POV The walls of my office felt colder than usual, even though the heating was on full blast. Maybe it was the silence. Maybe it was the betrayal still hanging thick in the air. I stared at the blank sketchpad on my desk, willing inspiration to strike, but all I could see in my mind was Lucas’ smug face as he presented the idea I had spent weeks nurturing.He stole it. My draft. My design. The very thing I had poured myself into.My team shuffled quietly outside my office, pretending to be productive, but the tension was tangible. They were just as stunned as I was when Lucas unveiled a presentation almost identical to the concept I had shared with them days ago. The worst part? I had no proof. Just gut instinct, hurt, and humiliation.I let out a frustrated sigh and pushed away from my desk. No more moping.I walked out into the shared workspace, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor. The sound made heads turn. It was time to rally."Team meeting. Now," I said, loud en
IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 159: THREADED WARS
ISLA'S POVIf you asked anyone at Titan's Holding who the best designers were, they’d probably mention two names: Lucas Grant and me. And if they were being honest, they’d say there was no love lost between us. We weren’t friends. We were civil because we had to be, but the tension between us had been brewing for years like a storm waiting to break.At first, I told myself it was because he once asked me out, and I turned him down politely. That maybe it bruised his ego. But as time went on, I realized that Lucas didn’t just dislike rejection—he disliked competition, especially from someone who he thought shouldn't outshine him.Today was a perfect example of that silent war. The office was buzzing over a major contract from Valentina Vogue, a globally renowned fashion conglomerate looking to launch their eco-sustainable line in collaboration with Titan’s Holding. It was the kind of project that could change a designer's career forever. And only one of us would get it.The executives
IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 158: A TABLE FOR THREE
NATHAN'S POVIt was late evening by the time I pulled up outside Isla’s apartment. The sun had dipped low behind the skyline, casting an orange hue across the city. In the backseat, Hope was asleep, her head tilted to the side, a faint smile still on her lips. She’d spent the afternoon drawing pictures of rainbows and animals at my restaurant. The staff adored her. Chef Marco had even made her a mini pizza with a smiley face—extra cheese, just the way she liked it.I sat in the car for a moment, watching her peaceful expression. It hit me again—how much I loved this little girl. How deeply my life had changed since she entered it. And how desperately I wanted to protect her from the chaos I had let spill into our lives.But tonight wasn’t just about Hope. It was about Isla. About the truth. About where we went from here.Earlier that morning, I had texted Isla: "Dinner? Just us. And Hope." Surprisingly, she agreed. We decided on a small Italian restaurant tucked between two art galler
IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 157: AN UNEXPECTED LUNCH AND UNSPOKEN WORDS
ISLA'S POVIt had been a long, exhausting morning. My head was pounding with deadlines, emails, and back-to-back meetings. The office was quieter now, just the hum of printers and the occasional sound of heels on tile. I leaned back in my chair, exhaling softly. My mind wandered, like it often did, to Hope. Sweet, innocent Hope. She didn’t ask for this drama. She didn’t deserve the chaos surrounding her life. That’s why, no matter how complicated things were between Nathan and me, I always showed up for her.I was staring blankly at my computer when a knock came at my office door. I frowned, then looked up. Since my door was made of glass, I could clearly see who it was. My heart stuttered.Nathan.What was he doing here?He pushed the door open gently, a lunch bag in one hand and a cautious smile on his face."Nathan?" I said, sitting up straighter. "You didn’t tell me you were stopping by.""I wanted to surprise you," he said, stepping inside. "I brought you lunch. It’s your favorit
IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 156: A FATHER'S FIRE
NATHAN'S POV Being a full-time father wasn’t in my plans, but the moment I held Hope in my arms and saw her smile, everything changed. My life used to revolve around work, stress, and late-night deadlines at the restaurant. Now, every morning started with soft giggles, a bottle, and the routine of dressing her tiny body in pink or purple onesies. She never cried when I dropped her off at school—not once. Her teacher always said the same thing: "She's quiet, polite, and smiles a lot." I started taking her to the restaurant some days. My staff loved her. Chef Bruno, a big guy with tattoos and a rough voice, melted into a puddle around her. He'd carry her around the kitchen like she was royalty, letting her point at ingredients and pretending she was calling the shots. Hope would laugh, wide-eyed and curious. My sous-chef, Maria, even brought toys and set up a mini-play area near the office. It was strange and beautiful to have this little girl become the heart of a place that once fel
IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 155: "Uninvited Shadows"
Nathan's POVThe sun hadn’t even fully risen when I found myself back at the hospital. I hadn't slept. My head was spinning, my chest tight with the weight of two conflicting truths. One DNA result confirmed I was Hope's father. The other, more recent one—the one mailed to my apartment from the hospital—stated otherwise. How could both exist? Something wasn’t right.I parked the car, glanced at Hope's empty booster seat, and took a deep breath. I wasn’t here for answers anymore. I was here for the truth.I headed straight to the records department, my steps fast and determined. At the counter, a young man in blue scrubs looked up from his computer and greeted me."Morning, sir. Can I help you?""Yes. My name is Nathan . I need to speak with Dr. Lennox immediately. It’s urgent. It concerns a paternity test issued from this hospital."The man nodded and tapped a few keys. "Dr. Lennox is in. I’ll page him now. You can wait in Room 2B."Room 2B was quiet, except for the low hum of the cei
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