He's Not a Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

MARCUS"Marcus, what is she doing here? I want her out of our sight. Fire her now!" The scene was chaotic, with Rihanna's anger boiling over at the sight of Kristen. But amidst the turmoil, one word stood out to me: crazy. Rihanna's reaction seemed over-the-top, especially considering what had transpired between her and Kristen."Why should I?" I asked, maintaining a façade of concern, though Rihanna's presence meant little to me.I observed Rihanna take a deep breath before shooting a quick glare at Kristen, who sat calmly in her office chair, unruffled by the confrontation.Damn, she looked effortlessly attractive."She's the reason my 'baby' got hurt," Rihanna spat, referring to her car. "And, I've been away for days. We were supposed to get married a day ago, remember?"Originally, Rihanna had been my pawn in a game to unsettle Ashton. But plans had shifted, and I found myself relieved by the change."Well, I think we should call it off now. I'm not going to marry you," I declared

KRISTEN The air in the car was heavy, like the pause between thunder and lightning. Marcus’s words lingered in the space between us, pressing against my chest with an unbearable weight. "Move in with me." It wasn’t a suggestion. The contract I’d signed a month ago flashed through my mind like a warning bell. Bound to him for a year—his terms, his rules. This was just the next step, wasn’t it? I stared out the window, the city lights streaking past in a blur. Giving up my fragile grasp on independence felt like admitting defeat, but after everything that had happened, what choice did I have? The logical part of me knew this was the safest path forward, but the knot tightening in my stomach whispered of something much more dangerous—something I couldn’t name. "Alright," I said, my voice low and flat, betraying none of the storm brewing inside me. Marcus’s gaze softened at my reluctant surrender, and for a moment, I thought I saw relief flicker in his eyes. "Good choice," he murmure

KRISTENAs I stepped into the familiar hustle and bustle of the office, I braced myself for another day of navigating through some tasks. However, today seemed to have an extra layer of tension lingering in the air, and it didn't take long for me to realize the source of it.Rihanna, with her sharp tongue and relentless knack for finding fault in everything I did, wasted no time in making her presence known. Her cutting remarks and condescending tone grated on my nerves, leaving me feeling small and insignificant.But just when I thought I couldn't bear another minute of her relentless bullying, a familiar face appeared like a beacon of hope in the chaos. Mira, with her unwavering support, allowing me to vent my frustrations and gather my thoughts before diving back into the fray.As the day wore on, I found myself counting down the minutes until I could escape the suffocating atmosphere of the office and seek solace in the comfort of Marcus's arms. Little did I know that my evening w

MARCUSI felt someone's hand over mine, a fleeting touch that vanished as quickly as it came. Blinking open my eyes, I beheld the silhouette of a woman cradling a baby, a speeding car hurtling towards them. My instincts screamed to intervene, to swap places with them, yet my limbs weighed heavy, impeding any heroic dash.My heart thundered as the car drew closer, closer..."Marcus," a voice pierced through the chaos.Gasping for air, I found Kristen's worried gaze, her brow furrowed in concern."Kristen," I managed amidst ragged breaths."Are you okay? What's wrong--" Her words trailed off as I pulled her into a tight embrace, haunted by the specter of my dream."Don't leave me," I pleaded.I could feel her hands tapping my back as she say, "Are you having nightmares? Do you want to go home now?"What she said made me realize that we were still here in my parents' mansion, here inside my old room."It's nothing, just a bad dream," I uttered before moving slightly away from her. "We ne

KRISTEN"How was talking with Mom? I hope she didn't act rude to you," Mira asked as soon as she saw me heading upstairs. She was waiting at the top of the stairs, looking really worried."Uhm, don't worry. She wasn't that rude. Not at all," I replied weakly.Mira stared at me, trying to gauge if I was telling the truth, but I just gave her a slight smile.After that, I went straight to Marcus's room. He wasn't here yet; he was probably spending another night at the nearest hotel due to issues at their company. Recently, before he even announced that he would be joining the company, unexpected events occurred. Many investors began questioning whether it was still safe to invest in them, as the funds were mysteriously decreasing, causing some real estate projects to be postponed. We were supposed to go back to his house—I mean, our house—but due to his hectic schedule, we couldn't. I was hoping we could as soon as possible, since I didn't want to live under the same roof as my ex and