Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hold on, Mr billionaire. : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Monica Langston was a sinking ship, and the world was watching her drown.The headlines were relentless. Every major news outlet covered her downfall with ruthless precision, exposing her illegal dealings, corruption, and the empire of deceit she had carefully constructed. Social media erupted in a frenzy, with former allies turning their backs on her, distancing themselves before they, too, were dragged into the abyss. Her influence was evaporating, her reputation in ruins.And yet, she wasn’t done.Adrian sat in his office, watching the news cycle like a hawk. Bella stood near the window, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Though they had taken down Monica’s operation, something about her silence in the last twenty-four hours unsettled him. She had always been one to play her last card when people least expected it.Then, his phone buzzed.A message from an unknown number.**Check the live press conference. This is just the beginning.**Adrian’s stomach clenched. He immediately swi

The streets of Meridian City blurred past as Bella walked aimlessly, her heels clicking against the pavement. The crisp autumn air wrapped around her, but she barely noticed. Her mind was too full—too tangled with everything Adrian had just told her.Vivienne Carter.The name lingered in her mind like a ghostly whisper, sending shivers down her spine. The pieces were starting to fit together, but the picture they painted was one she wasn’t sure she wanted to see.Adrian had never been a saint. She knew that. She had accepted his ruthless business persona, had even admired his ability to dominate the corporate world with unrelenting precision. But this? This was different.It wasn’t just business—it was personal. And worse, it wasn’t just his past—it was the weight of a woman’s ruined future, and now, that burden sat between them like an unmovable wall.Her phone buzzed in her coat pocket, breaking through her thoughts. She pulled it out, staring at the screen.**Oliver Langston**For a

Bella’s heels echoed against the polished marble floors of her apartment lobby as she made her way inside. The night air outside had done little to cool the storm raging in her mind, and even as she stepped into the quiet of her home, she couldn’t shake the weight of Adrian’s words. *"I love you, Bella."* She had wanted to hear it for so long, but not like that—not as a desperate attempt to keep her from leaving. She didn’t doubt that he meant it. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was everything else. Sighing, she kicked off her shoes and walked into the living room, dropping her bag on the couch. The city lights spilled through the windows, casting a dim glow over the space. It felt too big, too empty. She had spent the past few days convincing herself that space was what she needed. Distance. Time to think. But all it had done was make her feel lonelier. A knock at the door startled her. Her stomach twisted. For half a second, she thought—hoped—it was Adrian. But she

Diana sat on her couch long after Oliver had left, staring at the door as if it would somehow give her the answers she was looking for.Her heart was still racing.Oliver had just confessed to *liking* her. Oliver—Langston, the man who flirted with waitresses, joked his way out of trouble, and never took anything seriously. The man she had spent years rolling her eyes at, dismissing as nothing more than a charming disaster.But tonight?Tonight, he hadn’t been a joke.Tonight, Oliver had looked at her with a quiet kind of certainty, the kind that left no room for doubt.And that terrified her.Diana exhaled sharply and leaned back against the couch, rubbing her temples.She wasn’t some wide-eyed girl looking for romance. She had seen what love could do to people—how it made them vulnerable, how it *ruined* them when it fell apart. Her mother had fallen apart when her father left, and Diana had sworn she would never let herself be in that position.But Oliver wasn’t just *anyone.* He w

The courthouse was buzzing, reporters clustered outside the heavy wooden doors like moths to flame. Cameras flashed, microphones extended toward anyone who even looked like they had something to say. But inside the Langston Enterprise boardroom-turned-war room, silence reigned.Adrian stood by the window, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the chaos on the news screen. The live broadcast showed Monica being escorted into the courthouse, her expression unreadable behind large sunglasses and an expensive blazer that screamed defiance.Bella sat on the couch, her laptop open in front of her, though she hadn't typed anything for the past ten minutes. She was watching Adrian instead—studying the sharp cut of his jaw, the way tension rolled through his body like waves. He’d barely spoken that morning, save for the briefest exchange over coffee.The past few weeks had been war.But they’d finally won.The evidence Bella had uncovered—along with Oliver’s unexpected yet brilliant tec