All Chapters of My mysterious billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jin’s POVThe silence in the study was absolute.It was a silence I had cultivated, a vacuum sealed by double-paned glass and soundproofed walls, designed to keep the city's cacophony at bay. Tonight, it felt less like a sanctuary and more like a void.I stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, a glass of aged Macallion in hand, watching the pinpricks of light that were other people's lives. I had gotten what I wanted. Emilia was the perfect fake girlfriend.She had a killer body and a beautiful face, and she was smart and sassy enough to handle my family. However, even though she was a journalist, she didn’t pry much. I thought I was going to have a hard time with that temper of hers, but today she had addressed me as Mr. Baek instead of Jin.That should have made me happy. That meant she understood her role in this whole game.So why did I feel so profoundly… disordered?The amber liquid in my glass remained untouched. The smooth, smoky aroma usually brought a sense of calm, a momen

Emily’s POVI wanted to call Chloe, but if I did, I’m sure I’d tell her everything, which would breach my contract. Besides, I can’t keep relying on her; I should do this on my own.I must spend a whole year with Jin Baek; she can’t come to my rescue every time I have an event.I kept looking inside my closet as I tried to find something suitable for this event, but the more I looked, the more I wanted to pick up the phone and tell that asshole that I wouldn’t be going.I must have something decent around here. I thought when my bell rang.I frowned, not expecting anyone. Peering through the peephole, I saw a handsome man—he must be around Jin’s age—in an impeccably tailored suit standing beside a rack draped in black cloth. Behind him were two other assistants holding large, sleek garment bags.Confused, I opened the door a crack. "Can I help you?""Miss

Emily’s POVI feel like my heart went all the way up to my throat.“You are going to be fine. You look amazing, Ms. Carter,” David said, trying to ease my nerves, but it didn’t help in the slightest.“Why don’t you try going to one of these events?” I countered.We were about to park, meaning I had to get out of this car soon. Could I handle the stares? Yes, yes, I could. Perhaps I’m going to throw up later, but I’m sure I can handle myself at least for a few hours.“I’ve always gone with Mr. Baek to these events, since he never takes a partner with him,” David carefully replied.David’s words should have been a comfort. Instead, they felt like a final, heavy weight settling on my shoulders. He never takes a partner. Of course, he didn’t. Because he was Jin Baek, he wasn’t a playboy like Ilay.The car glided to

Emily’s POVThe air in the main hall was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the low hum of wealthy anticipation. Jin led me to our table—front and center, of course—his hand a firm, impersonal pressure on my lower back. The space where his fingers had curled around my neck, where his thumb had stroked my skin, felt like it was on fire, a brand hidden beneath the emerald silk.I tried to focus on the auction, on the polished auctioneer and the glittering items being paraded across the stage. But my mind was a reel of the moments just passed—the heat in his eyes, the rasp of his voice, the devastating almost-kiss. Prove that one night with me wouldn't ruin you for any other man. The challenge echoed, a dare that made my blood hum.Then, a new piece was presented: a necklace. It wasn't the largest or most ostentatious piece, but it was exquisite. It was a delicate cascade of diamonds and pale blue sapphires that looked like frozen starlight. It was

Jin’s POVThe phone rang four times before clicking over to voicemail. The sound of her generic greeting—a cheerful, professional tone that was so utterly at odds with the flustered, passionate woman who’d just fled from me—was a special kind of torture.“You’ve reached Emily Carter. Leave a message.”Beep.I ended the call without speaking, my grip on the phone tight enough to strain the casing. The silence in the back of my town car was absolute, a stark contrast to the riot in my head.She ran.She’d looked at me with those wide, shocked eyes, seen God-knows-what on my face, and she’d run as if I were a monster. As if what we’d just done was something to escape.The driver’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, a silent question. I gave a sharp, almost imperceptible shake of my head. Not yet. We didn’t move. I sat there, parked down the street from her ap