บททั้งหมดของ BILLIONAIRE'S LIES: บทที่ 411 - บทที่ 420

But within him was the burden of what he could not say to her. The manner in which Jenny's laughter lingered in his thoughts long after they'd met. The manner in which she wouldn't fold, wouldn't placate him. The manner in which she'd exited his office without a shiver when he'd not given her what she anticipated. And still, there'd been something in that obstinacy, that blindness, that had appealed to it. Perhaps more than he dared admit.Eliana exhaled softly, understandingly. "I'm not trying to invade your life, Sab. But you know you can't keep running from your feelings forever." She lightly nudged Damian. "I mean, come on. We're not idiots."Saben's chest flushed with fury. His face twisted in an effort to recapture control of the situation. "I don't have time for this. I'm here for Isla, and that's it." He turned on his heel, but not before delivering one quick, pursed glance to his sister. "I'll see you both later."But the words lingered behind him. "Saben, don't lie. You've b

While, meanwhile, in his penthouse office with a view of the city, Saben Thompson stood at the tall glass windows, arms crossed, his brows furrowed, and one hand now and then reaching up to scratch the back of his head—a nervous habit he rarely fell asleep on, for a man used to never losing his cool.He despised feeling… out of balance. And that's precisely what Jenny White had done to him."She wasn't supposed to be like that," he growled to himself, gazing at the far horizon. "She wasn't supposed to get in my head."But she had. Not because she was especially witty. Not because she made an effort to impress him.It was because she didn't.Jenny White had sauntered into that boardroom with her notes, with her quiet resolve, and with that infuriating, serene glare that left him wondering as if he was the one who was being sized up. She'd stood up to his tone, maintained her stance, and even dared to toss in a personal query in front of the directors.Saben let out a slow breath, rakin

Meanwhile, in a light office on the other side of town, Jenny White was pretend-writing a report while ranting to Zina over instant messaging and chewing over a cookie with unnecessary aggression.Light streamed in from the row of windows behind the Zina Bank & Partners office, making yellow stripes on the messy desk of Jenny White. Her fingers drummed a staccato on the keys, but the screen contained only a half-written memo and a screaming cursor that complained one word:Distracted.With an irritated snort, Jenny closed the file and reopened the internal chat window.Jenny: If he raises one more eyebrow at me like I'm some obstinate intern, I swear to God—Her other hand held the chocolate chip cookie from her desk drawer, and she took a bite in a fury reserved for men who believed they were smarter simply because they wore a suit as a second skin.Zina: Careful. That eyebrow may be the father of your children someday.Jenny coughed cookie crumbs mid-chew and typed furiously.Zina:

The next few days had been a daze. Jenny could scarcely get the meeting out of her mind, but Saben's patronizing tone pounded away in her head like a drumbeat. His calculating, cold glares. His acid-tipped, slashing one-liners. It seemed as if every aspect of her—her dedication, her concepts—had been shrugged off with increasingly more and more arrogance.But when she got to the office the following morning, something within her came to a breaking point. Enough.She was not going to let him do that to her again. She was not going to let him brush off all that she had put into it and just walk away with that smirk still on his face.Once she sat down at her desk, she found herself looking at her inbox for a few minutes before she could even begin to type. She had no idea what she was going to write yet, but she needed to release the emotions. She could no longer keep pretending day after day that everything was okay when it was not.The heels of her shoes clacked on the shiny floor, in

The only sound to be heard was the reverberation of Jenny's footsteps pacing back and forth along the hall as her mind raced to keep pace with all that had just transpired in the boardroom. The bite of Saben's critical words hung around her like a millstone around her heart. "Not good enough," she muttered to herself. "Not good enough for him. Why do I even bother?The air in the hallway grew cold and did nothing to still the tempest raging inside. She had poured every ounce of heart and soul into this presentation. And then, just when it counted, Saben had barely glanced up from his phone, interrupting her at every opportunity.Her hands were clenched at her sides. "I'm not going. I won't. Not again," she growled, struggling to keep the feelings raging inside from surfacing.She remembered the words at the end of the meeting. Saben's last words had not been disheartening, not at all. There had been something. else said. Something very near approval. She was not going to let herself h