Mr. Billionaire Claims Me Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Lilian POV I was completely stunned, my hands were shaking, and my heart was beating so fast that it seemed to want to come out of my chest. The words of that nasty article still echoed in my mind, reverberating like poison slowly spreading through every cell in my body. How could I, Lilian, be described as the "dishonest thief incapable of running a fashion business"? What had I done to deserve such cruelty? My dream, the one I had cultivated with so much care and effort, was crumbling before me because of a slander. I didn't know how to react. I didn't know whether to run, cry, or simply collapse on the floor. The day that was supposed to be a celebration was turning into a nightmare that I couldn't seem to wake up from. The studio, my refuge and symbol of months of hard work, sacrifices, and countless sleepless nights, was now shrouded in a dark cloud of public humiliation. The promises I made to myself that this would be one of the most special days of my life were shattered w

Lilian POV I sank into the armchair in my studio, as if my body had been emptied of all energy. The space that once inspired me now felt suffocating and heavy, as if the walls were closing in on me. Everything I worked to build was in ruins, and why? Because the past, once again, had come back to haunt me, and this time with destructive force. Kate Nash, with that cruel, triumphant smile, had achieved exactly what she wanted—tarnishing my reputation and ending my dream of launching my new brand. The opening of ‘It’s Lilie’s’ was supposed to be a proud moment, the highlight of my career. But instead, it was a complete disaster. Rumors spread on the internet, poisonous articles, and lies manufactured to destroy everything I had built with so much effort. All because of that woman. "Lilian, you need to stay calm," said my friend, who was sitting next to me, holding my hand firmly. "It's not the end of the world, we can turn things around. We can find new sponsors, redesign the strat

Lilian POV The opening of my studio was beyond any expectation. I could never have imagined that something that seemed destined for failure would turn into such a stunning and unforgettable night. Everything around me seemed magical, as if the universe had conspired so that, at the moment I needed it most, everything would shine as I had always dreamed. The environment was impeccable. The strategically positioned lights illuminated the corners of the studio, highlighting my creations hanging on delicate mannequins spread throughout the room. The pieces were displayed like works of art, and guests couldn't take their eyes off them. The colors, the fabrics, the carefully thought-out details—everything came together to create an elegant, sophisticated and, above all, inviting atmosphere. There was an air of expectation in the room, as if everyone was ready to be surprised. The smell of the flowers that decorated the tables mixed with the perfume of the guests. The arrangements were

Lilian POV The opening of my studio was a tremendous success. I never imagined the night would be so magical. The place was full of people laughing and having fun, and the energy was contagious. Even those guests I had called and didn't show up wouldn't have added as much shine to the event as those influential people who appeared out of nowhere. They made the inauguration the most talked-about event of the night, and, from the looks of it, it would be the most talked about topic of the month in a city as large and dynamic as Richmond. As I watched the excited faces around me, a mixture of relief and euphoria flooded my heart. Soft music filled the air, and the aroma of freshly opened champagne wafted around us. It was a celebration not only of a new phase in my life, but also of all the hard work I had put into every detail of that studio. The decor was perfect, with touches of elegance in every corner. The clothes hanging on the racks seemed to come to life under the bright light

Lilian POV When we arrived home, Jensen's grand mansion was lit up, the bright lights reflecting a welcoming atmosphere. The heat and laughter were coming from upstairs, and as we climbed the stairs, I noticed that the triplets were still awake. At just five years old, their energy seemed inexhaustible. “Mommy is here!” Rory, the oldest among them, shouted, running towards me with a sparkle in his eyes. The other two followed behind, laughing and jumping. “Please don’t send us to sleep! We have a surprise!” begged Ruby, the girl, her curly hair bouncing with every movement. "Surprise?" I asked, arching an eyebrow and trying to hide my smile. “What do you have in mind?” They crept into the living room, and I followed them, full of curiosity. The nanny, who was in the corner, smiled at me, signaling that she had intentionally left the children awake. When I entered, a table was filled with small gifts: colorful drawings, a bouquet of roses made from paper, and even a sparkly ti