All Chapters of The Billionaire is a Jerk: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter 101Vanessa's POV:I don’t know what was worse—the whispers or the silence.Everywhere I turned that morning, there were hushed voices, curious glances, and subtle smiles, as though they all knew something I didn’t. As if the whole building was in on a secret.By noon, I heard it. The rumor."Did you hear? Mr. Garcia is going to propose.""To who?""No one knows. But he’s been planning it. The ring is ready.""How did you know that?""I helped Stanley carry a bunch of stuff this morning, and I saw a velvet ring box. Oh my god, it was so dreamy. It had a diamond ring."My heart didn’t just skip a beat. It stumbled and crashed.Suddenly, I couldn’t focus. My hands trembled slightly as I tried to hold my coffee, the heat of the mug grounding me—barely. The thought of Andre proposing wasn’t what hurt the most. It was the terrifying idea that I might not be the one he was proposing to.I didn’t want to be that girl—the one who snoops, assumes, panics. But I had seen Alisha at his h

Chapter 103The days following the dinner at the Garcia mansion passed like a cold, relentless fog for Vanessa—draining her slowly, quietly, milking her of her once-happy memories.Something inside her had shifted. Like a virus in her mind, doubt began to spread—infecting her thoughts, reshaping her emotions. The girl who used to believe and trust now questioned everything. She couldn’t tell if there was ever a time when happiness had truly existed in her life. Every time it seemed like she was getting what she wished for, things got more twisted. And now, she didn’t feel like holding onto hope at all. She carefully prepared her mind for whatever the outcome of her relationship would be.But you could never be fully prepared.She hadn’t spoken much to him since that night—not the way she used to. His messages came, his calls, his gestures, his advances—but she barely responded. And if she did, her replies were clipped, cautious. She still sat beside him in the car, still answered his

Chapter 105Andre's POV:It was barely nine in the morning when I got the message. "Meet me at the new property." From my father. No pleasantries. No questions. Just a demand, like always. It was probably written by his PA. Then a map locator popped up.I didn't bother asking what he meant by "new property." I knew better than to argue. When my father summoned you, you showed up. So I got in my car and drove, the GPS leading me to the outskirts of the city, far beyond the noise and dust. It was a private road lined with fresh black tar, like it had been built yesterday. Smooth. Perfect.And then it opened up in front of me—an entire resort. Massive gates swung open as I pulled in, revealing lush green lawns stretching endlessly, palm trees aligned like soldiers, artificial lakes shimmering under the sun, cottages with glass walls, a helipad in the distance, and a grand building right in the heart of it all. I blinked. He'd never said anything about this one.The security led me up to

Chapter 107Vanessa's POV:The hallway was too quiet as I walked down it with a tray in my hands. I could hear my heartbeat louder than my footsteps. My fingers were wrapped tightly around the handles of the tray, knuckles white. The food smelled good—warm soup, grilled chicken, and some fruit slices, but my stomach twisted with every step I took toward Andre’s room.I hated him.I hated that I didn’t actually hate him.The moment I saw him lying on the cold floor last night, barely breathing, something inside me cracked. It wasn’t just fear. It wasn’t just pain. It was... a feeling I didn’t want to admit. Something I had tried so hard to suppress.My undeniable love for him.No, not now. I was mad at him. I was furious. And heartbroken. And confused.A drug addict?I didn’t even know him as much as I thought I did, even though we've bonded so well in the last four months... And the worst part? He probably doesn't even think I deserve the truth.When I pushed open the door and walked

Chapter 109 Andre's POV: The sun was barely up when I stepped into my office, the usual clean scent of polished wood and burnt coffee waiting to greet me. The city below buzzed faintly, but up here, I was surrounded by silence—the kind that reminded you how quickly power can slip through your fingers. A week ago, I thought I had it all under control. I had given out keys, signed off on "thank you" packages from the safe—stock options, property shares, overseas luxury items. You name it. Stanley executed the plan with precision. We knew exactly which board members to target—the ones with weak spots, with pressure points you could exploit. I trusted that money would talk louder. But I underestimated the old man. Turns out, my father had his claws deeper in them than I thought. I had no one on my side. Not one. Stanley had given me the update with a grim face two nights ago, while Vanessa lay asleep in our bed upstairs. I remember looking at her, wondering how much longer I could