บททั้งหมดของ In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Brandon moved quickly, his footsteps hurried but not frantic. He was desperate to avoid drawing attention, even as the tears threatened to spill over again. His heart pounded, and his vision blurred, but he forced himself to hold it together until he reached the nearest bathroom. As soon as he was inside, he locked himself in a stall and finally let the tears flow freely.The pain was unbearable, sharp and relentless, as he sobbed like a child who had just lost his favorite toy. But it wasn’t just a toy—this was Ethan, the man he loved, who had just treated him as if he were nothing. The rejection, the sudden coldness, the fury in Ethan’s eyes, it all tore at Brandon’s heart. He felt small, insignificant, like he had been used and discarded.His thoughts spiraled, one dark idea after another. How could Ethan do this to him? How could he flip so easily from passion to rage, from warmth to ice? Brandon’s tears fell harder, his chest heaving with the force of his grief. He didn’t know ho

The dinner was exquisite, a culinary experience crafted by a private chef at one of the city’s most exclusive five-star restaurants. The lighting and decor was top notch. The quiet chattering of the distant crowd conversing was the only sound that could be heard—save for the tension hanging oozing off Brandon and Ethan. Britney, always enjoying the moment, tried her best to keep the mood light, cracking jokes and laughing with genuine delight at the extravagant feast before them. But even she could sense something was off.Ethan’s laughter was clipped, almost robotic, while Brandon barely touched his food, his eyes darting nervously around the room. Britney’s infectious joy seemed to only highlight the obvious; her carefree demeanor and the heavy silence that stayed between the two men.As they savored the last bites of their Gold and Silver Leaf Cannoli, Ethan broke the silence, his voice smooth but sharp as a blade. “So, who sent that last delivery?”Brandon’s hand trembled, his for

"Are you two going to ask questions all day, or would you like to get settled and come have dinner?" Ethan’s voice politely cut through the interrogation that he was displeased with. There was so much he thought better to not discuss with them.Britney blinked, momentarily thrown off, but quickly recovered. "Oh, right," she agreed, her usual energy returning. "Brad, come on, let’s go explore our room or rooms."Ethan cleared his throat, drawing both their attention. "Britney, you’ll be staying alone in the Queen's room at the far end of the house. Brandon will stay with me in my room."Britney’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Why’s that? Don’t tell me you two are about to indulge in anything unholy," she warned, her tone half-joking but layered with genuine concern.Ethan’s gaze didn’t waver. "It’s just how things are arranged. I had Brandon’s stuff put there already, so he can unpack and settle in."Britney huffed, but after a moment of hesitation, she gave in. "Fine, but I expect deta

Ethan quickly composed himself, leading the way to the patio with a confident stride. The evening air was warm and inviting, tinged with the subtle scent of jasmine that wafted from the nearby garden. The patio was lit by soft candlelight, beautified by the flickering flames dancing in rhythm with the night breeze. Overhead, the stars twinkled like scattered diamonds, their light reflected on the surface of the pool, which lay still and serene.Britney trailed behind them, her earlier irritation fading as she took in the romantic ambiance. "Okay, okay, I’ll admit it," she sighed, settling into her chair. "This place is beautiful."Ethan smirked, pouring a glass of wine for her. "We aim to please."Brandon, still a little flustered from earlier, took his seat beside Ethan, trying to shake off the embarrassment. He watched as Ethan expertly uncorked a bottle of red wine, the liquid pouring smoothly into the glass. Each movement was precise and calculated as if Ethan had done this a thou

Britney’s morning had started with a burst of energy, her excitement amplified by the breathtaking view she’d just discovered. The soft, golden light of the early dawn had gently pulled her from sleep, and after stretching luxuriously, she made her way to the window.Wrapping her silk robe tighter around herself, she pressed her face against the nearly invisible glass. Her eyes widened, and her breath caught at the sight below."Oh, my world! Goodness. Gracious!" she gasped, her voice full of awe. The view was irresistible—muscles rippling in the morning light, every movement of the men below drawing her gaze like a magnet. Without thinking twice, she spun on her heel, already planning to dive into that scene, convinced that she needed to get closer.After a quick shower and a change into a pink bikini that left little to the imagination, Britney dashed downstairs, her thoughts only on the cool water and the hotter view.But her rush was abruptly halted by a loud voice from the couch