All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S LIES: Chapter 521 - Chapter 530

The sun rose in the morning, its rays sneaking behind Saben's curtains in his bedroom and filling the room with a warm golden light. The light in the room seemed to reflect what Saben felt on the inside—contented, peaceful, and above all, confident in himself for the first time in a very long time. He was lying beside Clarisse, her head on his chest, the rise and fall of her even breath so patterned and calming, it seemed almost as though the heartbeat under her ear belonged to both of them.Saben couldn't recall the last time he had ever felt more complete. More correct.He looked down at her, a tiny smile playing on his mouth. Her hair was a little knotted, the wild waves soft on his skin, but it didn't matter. In this moment, nothing was more lovely than her tranquil face—the way her lashes lay against her cheek, the way she snuggled up beside him as if she always had. The still morning was a gift, a chance to hold onto the moments that had slipped through their fingers for so long

The Thompson house rang with the typical morning rush. Light poured in through the high glass windows, reflecting off the highly polished wood floors, as the aroma of freshly made coffee hung in the air. Sabrina Thompson reclined on the white sofa, idly turning pages in a magazine she was not actually reading. Her mind was preoccupied—on her oldest son, Saben.He hadn't returned home the previous night. That in itself was abnormal.Leila Auburn, her mother, sat directly opposite her, knitting with a firm hand though her eyes betrayed the same anxiety Sabrina harbored. At the opposite end of the room, Benedic Thompson strode back and forth, jaw clenched, the man's agitation clear to see. Great-grandmother Wendy Taylor sat in her armchair and observed calmly, her cane lying beside her.It was Eliana Thompson-Wolfe, Saben’s younger sister, who broke the silence. She came bounding down the staircase with her usual brightness, her long hair bouncing behind her.Eliana: “So… is no one going

Soft morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm golden color. Clarisse was the first to wake, her eyes blinking slowly as the light warmed against her skin. Next to her, Saben slept on, one arm across her waist, his breathing even and slow. For a second, she just lay there and observed him his lashes shedding shadows across his cheeks, his lips loose, his entire being shrouded in tranquility.Clarisse smiled. It was still surreal. All the heartache, misunderstandings, and time spent apart, and here they were no walls, no facade. Just them. Together.When Saben's eyes opened, they found hers immediately. A sleepy, small smile tipped his lips. "Good morning, beautiful," he whispered, his voice husky and raspy from sleep.She laughed softly. "You look like you just woke up from a dream."I did," he replied, drawing her closer, his brow against hers. "And I don't ever want to wake up from it."They remained like that awhile inhaling each other's heat, allow

The afternoon sun streamed gently through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Thompson Enterprises, casting long shadows across the hallway. The whispers had died down a little, replaced by the usual hum of printers, keyboards, and soft phone calls. But the topic lingered like perfume in the air — Saben and Clarisse. Everyone knew.Clarisse had spent the last hour in the conference room reviewing reports, but her mind kept drifting back to the morning — the look on Jenny’s face when she entered the office, the quiet grace in her smile, the flicker of something unspoken in her eyes.She sighed softly and decided to take a break. She needed air — or maybe she just needed to clear her thoughts.As she stepped into the hallway, she saw Jenny standing by the coffee station, stirring her drink absentmindedly. Her reflection glimmered faintly on the silver espresso machine. Clarisse hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should approach. But something in Jenny’s quiet stillness called to her — th

The following week arrived with the type of commotion that only a big business proposal could muster. Thompson Industries was going to make a key presentation to Zina Bank a project that would ensure their global growth. And for the first time, Saben and Clarisse would present as co-presenters.All the people in the office could sense the tension. The shock of their relationship had finally dissipated, replaced by curiosity and, in some quarters, suspicion. There were those who whispered that Clarisse was receiving special treatment. Others speculated about how confident she had become under Saben's tutelage.Within Saben's office, Clarisse went over the slides once more. Her hair was pulled back neatly, her white blouse was crisp, her attention steadfast at least on the outside.Clarisse: "Slide twelve requires being revised. The numbers seem off relative to the most recent report from finance."Saben looked up from his laptop. "Already revised. Look in your inbox."Their collaborat