All Chapters of I Kissed The Billionaire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 38

Chapter Thirty-Two.Sitting at the terrace of Randall's grand mansion, I watched the sun descend over the expansive estate, the golden rays glistening off the carefully trimmed maze garden that borders the property. I felt a sense of tranquility wash over me as I took in the view. But my peace was abruptly shattered by the sound of Randall’s phone ringing, followed by him snapping it up with an incredulous expression on his face.Bringing the cup of coffee to my lips, I looked at Randall waiting for him to pick up the phone.“Bencio?” Randall’s voice was laced with calmness and a hint of confusion.I leaned back in my chair, my curiosity piqued as I caught snippets of the conversation floating towards me through the warm, evening air. “Please don’t kill me,” Bencio’s voice echoed, making it hard for me to suppress a laugh. I stifled the chuckle, maintaining my composure as I watched Randall's expression turn alarmingly serious. “What do you mean my mother is coming over?” There was

Chapter Thirty-Four.“Tell me, what are your future plans together?” Amanesis pressed, leaning in with the tenacity of an investigator digging for answers.“I can’t exactly predict the future,” I replied playfully, “Perhaps something simple—cooking together, leisurely strolls through flower markets, and, of course, impromptu journeys to wine tastings.” “And maybe some historical tours too?” Randall injected with feigned seriousness, his lips quirked into a half-smile. “Just to keep her well-rounded.”“I’m sure it’ll only add to my charm!” I quipped back, feeding off his playful energy.“Honestly, the way you two interact, it warms my heart,” Amanesis exclaimed, her previous strict demeanor disappearing as her protective maternal instincts began to show through. “You both deserve happiness. And Randall, don’t you dare allow anyone else to distract you from what you have here.”Randall’s expression softened slightly, and he inclining his head slightly as a grateful acknowledgment.As l

Chapter Thirty-Six.The penthouse was warm, its atmosphere imbued with the citrusy scent of fresh linens and the smooth undercurrent of Randall’s cologne—something woodsy and undeniably expensive, an infusion of cedar wrapped in midnight. The sun bathed the room in a soft glow, filtering through the expansive windows to cast golden light over marble floors and pristine walls. Everything was immaculate, a reflection of Randall’s fastidious nature, yet beneath its polished surface, I felt chaos swirling within myself.I sat cross-legged on the plush living room rug, half-opened suitcases scattered around me, boxes waiting to be unpacked, the diary resting in my lap like a cursed relic. The leather cover, worn with age, felt familiar yet foreign, and I let my fingers trace the initials “M.H.” — my mother's. It had been years since she'd left us, yet her presence lingered in the most unexpected ways. Old birthday cards with her elegant handwriting; a cherished recipe scrawled on a torn na

Chapter Thirty-Eight.Sleep didn’t come easy. I tossed under the silk sheets of Randall’s bed, the storm outside like a lullaby sung by giants. Rain traced invisible paths down the tall windows, and every clap of thunder felt like a warning from the past—a reminder that I was teetering on the edge of a truth I wasn't ready to face.Exhausted, my body refused to settle. The images from earlier replayed in my mind like a relentless highlight reel: Vivian’s smile, the scarred man, those shadowy camera feeds inside the warehouse. She had looked so comfortable in that world—confident, in control. It was like she was an actress on a stage she knew all too well.The scariest part? She hadn’t even tried to hide it. The ease with which she handed that envelope over to the man with the scar meant she didn’t expect to get caught. She was clearly involved in something much bigger than any of us had imagined, and the implications of that realization sent my heart racing, even as I lay motionless i