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CHAPTER 236: THE WEIGHT OF WANTING
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IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 236: THE WEIGHT OF WANTING
NATHAN'S POVIt was the first Monday back after our honeymoon, and already, the scent of burnt espresso and the screech of overworked machinery greeted me like an old friend and an unwanted guest at the same time. The restaurant had survived our week away, barely. Leo had done his best. But now that I was back, I could feel the cracks that had deepened in my absence.“Morning, boss,” Carla said as she handed me a clipboard. “Oven B gave out on Friday. We’ve been doing all the baking on one line.”I ran a hand through my hair, already mentally budgeting for the repair. “Noted. Has the technician been called?”“Twice. He’s ghosting us.”I sighed. “I’ll handle it.”My phone buzzed again—three missed calls from Valerie, followed by a text: The window’s closing, Nathan. Call me.But I couldn’t call her. Not yet. Not when the team barely made it through service without imploding.---By noon, my shirt clung to my back, and I’d done more fire-fighting than menu planning. A delivery van brok
IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 235: THE EDGE OF ALWAYS
NATHAN'S POV The morning sun broke through the skyline in soft gold streaks, catching on the window of our bedroom and casting light across Isla’s sleeping form. For a second, I didn’t move. I just watched her. Her hair was a soft mess across her pillow, one arm curled under it, her breathing slow and even. There was something sacred about mornings like this—quiet, uninterrupted, real.Tomorrow, we’d be husband and wife.The weight of that truth sat heavy in my chest, not because I feared it, but because I couldn’t believe I was this lucky. How often does a man get to stand still in a moment that he knows will shape the rest of his life?I pulled myself out of bed as quietly as I could, letting her sleep. Today was about final touches. Last-minute adjustments. The rehearsal dinner. The chaos before the calm.And I needed a moment alone before it all began.---At the restaurant, the staff was already buzzing. We weren’t open today—we had blocked it off for wedding prep and our privat
IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 234: BETWEEN FIRE AND FOUNDATION
NATHAN'S POVThey say there’s a moment in every man’s life when he looks around and realizes he’s standing at the edge of something vast—something that could either turn to ruin or rise into legacy. For me, that moment came on a storm-wet Thursday, just as I finished wiping down the last counter in my restaurant’s kitchen.I was exhausted. Not the kind of tired you shake off with caffeine or a good night’s sleep, but the kind that seeps into your bones. The kind that comes from carrying too much for too long. Between preparing for our wedding, managing staff transitions, and handling the new wave of attention the restaurant had started receiving thanks to a viral review, I was barely keeping my head above water.And then there was Isla.She was fighting her own battles at Titan Holdings, trying to outmaneuver a manipulator named Carter Dell—a name that now made my shoulders tense just from the way Isla spoke it. I could see what it was doing to her, the way it chipped at her peace. An
IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 233: THREADS OF GLASS
ISLA'S POV The city was unusually quiet that morning, like it was holding its breath. I sat by the window with a mug of mint tea, watching the light crawl across the skyline. Normally, I’d already be halfway to Titan Holdings by this hour, checking schedules, responding to emails, aligning departments. But today, I needed to slow down.Wedding planning had crept into every inch of my schedule, tangling itself between meetings and decision memos. I didn’t mind. In fact, part of me welcomed the chaos. But I hadn’t had a moment to just breathe—to sit with the weight and wonder of what was coming.Marrying Nathan.Just the thought made my stomach flutter in ways I hadn’t experienced since our very first kiss. He had become my anchor, my partner in the deepest sense. Not just someone I loved, but someone I respected. Admired. He saw through the layers I wore for the world—the composed CEO, the quick-thinking strategist, the unshakable leader—and still chose me on the days I fell apart.Bu
IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 232: THE WEIGHT BENEATH THE VOW
NATHAN'S POVThe morning air was quiet, almost too still for a day that was supposed to be full of momentum. I stood in the backyard, coffee in hand, watching the sun rise with a mind too restless to appreciate it. The wedding plans had taken on a life of their own. Guest lists, catering calls, suit fittings, dance rehearsals. It should have felt like celebration. But lately, it felt like a pressure cooker.Don't get me wrong—I wanted to marry Isla more than anything. That wasn’t the issue. She was everything I didn’t know I needed until she came into my life. Fierce, soft, brilliant. Mine. But beneath the excitement of wedding plans, restaurant expansions, and talks of starting a family, there was an undercurrent I couldn't ignore. A sense that something was coming. Something I hadn’t prepared for.I heard the back door creak open and turned to see my younger brother, Jordan, stepping outside. He had flown in two nights ago from Boston. Same sarcastic grin. Same annoying energy. But
IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 231: TIDES OF TRUTH
ISLA'S POV The silence that followed Nathan’s confession was almost unbearable.I sat at the edge of the hotel room bed, my fingers clutching the hem of my dress as if it were the only anchor I had left. Outside, the city buzzed with night life—cars honking, distant laughter, the low hum of music wafting from a rooftop party nearby. But here, in this room, it was quiet. Unnervingly quiet.Nathan stood across the room, near the window, staring at the skyline like it held answers. Maybe it did. Maybe we were both just too caught up in each other to see the storm brewing around us until it cracked wide open.“I needed to tell you,” he had said. “Before it finds you first.”Those words echoed in my mind.He had kept a secret. Not out of malice, but protection. Still, it felt like a betrayal. I had spent years keeping my guard up, building myself brick by brick after every collapse. Letting Nathan in wasn’t easy. Letting him hold my fears, touch the softer, rawer parts of me—that took tru
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