Lahat ng Kabanata ng My mysterious billionaire : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Emily’s POVMy whole body aches, but that is expected considering how much Ilay and I fucked during the trip to Hawaii.I didn’t even see the ocean because I spent the entire time in the room, tangled in the high-thread-count sheets, the scent of him and tropical flowers and sex clinging to everything. The only sun I got was the late-afternoon light gilding his skin as he moved over me.The key fob feels heavy in my hand as I approach my apartment door. I wish my vacation had lasted longer, but it was time to return to my normal life. I called in tomorrow. I feel that if I wear those heels, I might fall face-first on the ground, and I don’t want to take that risk.I drop my suitcase just inside the door. It lands with a definitive thud. It is heavier thanks to all the clothes Ilay bought for me. He insisted I take them all, even though I told him I didn’t have enough space in my closet.The silence of my apa

Emily’s POVThe car didn’t head toward another cliffside restaurant. Instead, it wove through the city until the skyline opened up, and we pulled onto the tarmac of a private aviation terminal.I’ll be dammed.“Ilay, you said I would be able to get to work tomorrow. If we are here, then that means you are taking us to another jet,” I argued.I may love to live this luxurious life, but that doesn’t mean I can’t leave my workplace whenever Ilay wants to take me.He has to remember I’m a normal civilian; I am not exactly part of his world.“You said no jets, but you didn’t say anything about another mode of transport," Ilay finished, a slow, triumphant smile spreading across his face as he opened the car door. The roar of a helicopter's blades whipping the air answered any further protest I might have had.He leaned in, his voice a low murmur against my ear, com

Ilay’s POVI have a feeling that Emily and I…Fuck.I don’t even understand what I’m feeling. This redheaded woman… I was only going to have a fling with her, a brief distraction from the monotonous, polished world I inhabit. But now, her face is the constant backdrop to my thoughts. The memory of that night in Hawaii—the taste of her, the sound of her laugh, the way she looked at me not with sycophantic awe, but with a fiery, defiant challenge—it’s branded into me.It has never happened before. No woman has ever lingered like this, a ghost in my boardrooms and a phantom in my penthouse.“Sir, I think you should watch this.”My secretary’s voice cut through the turmoil. His tone was carefully neutral, but I caught the underlying tension. He handed me a tablet. On the screen, a headline blazed in bold, black type, accompanied by a crystal-clear photo of Emily and me during one of our dates.“FROM ONE B

Emily’s POVWe need to talk.Nobody should say those three words because they mean danger.I straightened in my seat, forcing myself to meet his eyes. “Okay,” I said carefully. “About what?”Ilay didn’t look at me right away. His gaze stayed on the road, knuckles tightening around the steering wheel. “About us.”I laughed softly—awkward, a little nervous. “Us? What about us?”He exhaled through his nose, trying to calm himself down. He wasn’t like Jin, who said the first thing that came to his mind. Ilay cared if he hurt me, and that made my stomach drop.“This isn’t working, Emily,” he said finally.The words hung between us, heavy and sharp.I blinked. “What?”He glanced at me, just once, before looking back at the road. “You heard me.”“No, I—Ilay, what are you even talking about? We’re fine. We had a weird morning, that’s all.” My voice cracked halfway through the lie, and I hated that

Emily’s POVI keep looking at the news channel, waiting for whatever Jin had prepared, but so far, nothing. My fingers drum against the edge of the desk, mind spinning. I replayed his words over and over: “Check the news tomorrow. You’ll understand if I’m telling the truth or not.”I bite the inside of my cheek, staring at the screen as if I concentrate hard enough, the truth might just appear out of thin air. But the ticker scrolls as usual—local traffic, a fire downtown, some celebrity nonsense—and my heart sinks with every passing minute.Maybe… maybe he was just playing with me. God, why did I even believe him for a second? I exhale sharply, letting my shoulders slump. Of course he’s playing games. That’s all Jin ever does. He couldn’t just tell me he loved me—he had to make it some mystery.I push back from my desk, tension coiling out of me li