All Chapters of Mr Billionaire! Let’s do Revenge! : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Later that Evening.6:30 pmMaybelline. I wiped my hands dry with the napkin as I turned to the mini dinning in the kitchen and picked up my phone. It was a call from Tyler. “Tyler!” I called out immediately and I answered the call.“I’m so sorry, I should have called you but I’ve been so busy with work I barely had time,” I said all at once.“It’s very fine. There’s no need to apologize, I knew you’d be very busy, that’s why I held off on calling too” he said, I slowly moved closer to a stool by the dinning and took my seat on it. “Yeah, So, what’s the update?! How did it go?!” I asked him. “If you’d be free tonight, let’s meet and talk?!” He asked, I rubbed the back of my head, it wouldn’t have been an issue before but now that Grayson and I are together, I definitely can’t just leave the house without first explaining. “Huhhh— I — I’m —““Love! I’m home!”“Babe!” I heard Grayson yell all the way from the entrance.“Babe?!” Tyler asked immediately.“Huhh—““Babe!” I heard Grayso

MaybellineNext day, Friday. 1:30pm"What a ride that was!" I exclaimed excitedly with a bright smile. "I don’t know about you, but I’ve laughed, and I’ve learned more about love from our incredible couple than I ever thought possible."“A round of applause to our beautiful couple, Luna and Novan Maxwell” I paused, the audience’s applause took over. I glanced at the couple and they were all smiles as they waved at the audience. They looked so good together and I could not help but admire how well they knew each other and how very in sync they are.“Tonight’s show was all about reminding ourselves of the power of connection—of the joy, the laughter, and, yes, sometimes the tears that love brings to our lives.” I continued as the applause subsided.“And none of it would be possible without each of you, tuning in week after week, sharing in these stories, and cheering our guests on." The room erupted in cheers and applause again. My smile softened as I looked up directly into the camera

Maybelline. Next Morning, Sunday. 7:00am.The morning light filtered softly through the curtains as I blinked awake, stretching out in the bed, only to realize Grayson was no longer beside me. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, and found him standing by the dresser, already dressed in a sharp suit, adjusting his tie in the mirror. He noticed me watching him, and a soft smile crossed his face. "Good morning, Beautiful." I managed a drowsy smile, pulling the covers around me as I took in the sight of him. "Already up and dressed? It’s early Sunday morning," I grumbled. He chuckled, crossing over to the bed and leaning down to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. "I’d love to stay . There’s a client I have to meet today, he’s leaving town today. I might be back late"A pang of disappointment mixed with a hint of pride tugged at me. "How about breakfast, at least?" I asked, reaching out to touch his hand. He took my hand, squeezing it gently. "I wish I could, but I’ll grab something on the w

Maybelline.2:00pm.-Betsy, please pick up your phone--I’m sorry, I didn’t want to lie to you either. I was going to tell you all about it , I promise--I know you’ve been completely honest with me and I haven’t quite reciprocated that. But please I want you do know that it doesn’t in anyway define the relationship that you and I have--I Cherish and care about our relationship, Betsy please pick my calls. I need to talk to you-I texted Betsy for the umpteenth time. Grayson had his driver drop me at home and I was almost going crazy from the lack of what to do. I kept calling and texting Betsy but she wasn’t replying to any of my text or calls. I exhaled deeply and dropped the phone on the dinning table. I buried my head in my palm and ruffled my hair frustratingly.“Argghhh!” I growled, I have cried and cried and I doubt there were any more tears in my eyes. I picked up my phone and scrolled through the posts again. When exactly does my life get better?! When I think I’ve got it a

10:00pm.GraysonI exhaled deeply, turned off the bright light in the hallway as I stepped into the dimly lit room. I heard soft, tearful sniffles that stopped me in my tracks. Ofcourse she was just trying to be strong earlier. This is her dream and I know how much it meant to me. My gaze landed on Maybelline, wrapped tightly in the duvet, curled up as if she were trying to shield herself from the outside world.I moved closer, taking a seat beside her on the edge of the bed. “Baby,” I whispered, reaching out gently. I slowly peeled the duvet away, revealing her tear-streaked face. Her eyes, red and puffy, met mine for a brief second before she looked away, blinking back fresh tears.I brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek, my thumb lingering against her skin, wishing I could absorb all the pain she was feeling. “Please don’t cry,” I murmured, my voice barely audible. “Talk to me.”She swallowed hard, her eyes fixated on the ceiling as if searching for words that would mak