All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S LIES: Chapter 421 - Chapter 430

It was only seconds before she realized Saben was purposefully out of his way coming towards her, pestering her with little comments, and needling her more than ever. Jenny sat at her desk typing up reports when, in a habitual manner, the door to her office groaned."Jenny," the ice in Saben's tone cut through the air. She didn't have to look up, didn't have to turn around, to recognize that it was him.She kept typing at her computer, hammering away hotly on an email in an effort to keep tension at bay. "Yes, Saben?"He moved slowly, purposefully. She could hear him coming towards her.“You’re still working on those reports,” he said, his voice a little too casual for her liking. “I would’ve thought you’d have them finished by now.”Jenny clenched her jaw but didn’t let her annoyance show. "I’m almost done," she replied curtly, trying to avoid eye contact. "I just need to go over the projections one more time."He did not budge. Instead, he simply stood there, a few feet outside her

Hours afterward, after banter and teasing with his family had faded into the gentle hum of the estate at dusk, Saben was alone in the stillness of the living room, pacing before the large fireplace. The estate was vacant now, apart from staff who labored quietly behind the scenes. His head was reeling—images of Jenny bursting on him like lightning flashes, not to be shunned.He paced, pushing a hand through his hair in frustration.Why did she always linger in his thoughts?He couldn't deny the attraction between them, the way she had him torn between two worlds: the icy, detached professional who never allowed his guard to drop, and the man who felt himself irresistibly drawn to the one woman capable of quite possibly losing him.His mind spun back to how she'd attacked him at their last board meeting, the look of fury in her eyes but there'd been something else behind it as well. Something more. Respect? He did not know, but there was. something. different. Teasing.Now all he could

She had messaged him daily and hadn't received a response from him for hours. The sort of response one would receive when he was busy or stuck in a series of meetings.Jenny gritted her teeth and put down the phone. She was not going to continue like this. She was not going to continue second-guessing everything he did, every silence. Thoughts began racing off in her head. Was he keeping something from her? Or was there simply a streak of bad luck? Either way, the doubt had crept in, and now it would not cease.In the back of town, JM Reese sat frowning at his phone. His thoughts weren't on the reports to be perused or on the board meeting just around the corner. Neither were they on the work emails that poured into his inbox. His thoughts were on something—and only something: Eva Ross.Eva's father was a competitor in the same business sector his company was competing against. He'd seen her in snatches over the past few weeks at a ball, danced her out. As soon as he saw her for the f

The photo seared itself into her brain like fire—two wine glasses on a table on the top floor and a flash of a green silk cuff that belonged to no one she knew. She took a close-up again, hoping it would be a lie. Hoping if she stared hard enough it would tell her there was some error, some explanation.It was Eva Ross.She knew it.And JM Reese was standing right next to her.Jenny shook in her hands and gripped her phone tightly, her breathing a series of sharp gasps. Her chest was tightening, the crushing betrayal closing up her ribs."No," she muttered, to herself. "No, he would not. he would never do this to me."And yet he had.He was doing it right now.He hadn't texted.He hadn't called.But he'd had time to wine and dine the daughter of the competing firm.And now, he didn't even try to hide it anymore.Her tears blurred at the edges of her vision, but she fought them back. She pressed the tip of her thumb on the screen and dialed Call.Calling: JM Reese.It rang once.Twice.

That evening…Jenny White had returned home like a specter,.Her new heels tapped off the floor without beat, her arms hanging slack at her sides. The city lights that had given her apartment such a vital glow now burned cold and sharp through the window, throwing a hard web of shadows that stretched out over the stillness. She'd set her bag on the couch and stood rigid for an instant as if she'd forgotten how to be in her own body.The hurt hadn't lessened. If anything, it was more powerful.It wasn't break-up now. It was mourning.She loved JM Reese with every fiber of her being believing his words, clutching every "I miss you" like holy scripture. But he didn't lose affection for her.He dumped her.But her heart, as stubborn as ever, would not let go.With shaky fingers, she grabbed her phone. Her fingers trembled over his name—JM Reese—for a minute before she found the courage to punch call.The phone rang once.Twice.Three times.Click.He answered."Jenny," JM's voice was emot