All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S LIES: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Meanwhile, in the sleek, modern office of BMX Estates, Benedict was lost in mountains of paperwork. The hustle and bustle of the corporate world circled around him, but his mind was not squarely here. His focus, sharp as ever, was split between the financials and the constant stream of meetings, but there was an underlying heaviness in his chest that no business deal could lift.He looked up at the clock, the hands ticking by as he bullied through emails, calls, and strategy plans for the next quarter. His company was thriving again, the damage of old slowly but surely being repaired. Still, no matter how successfully he was rewriting the story of his business again, there was a hole he couldn't ignore.Whenever, his mind seemed to wander back to Sabrina—to the contours of her face, the sound of her laughter, how she had kept him pieced together even when he didn't deserve it. How she had loved him for all his mistakes and flaws. She was everything to him, and now years have come and

Clara leaned back slightly in her chair, her heart racing with the excitement of the moment. She had been waiting for this, and now it was finally happening. Benedict was no longer the cold, distant figure she had once admired from afar—he was here, with her, in this quiet moment of possibility. He was beginning to see her, to understand her, and maybe, just maybe, they were starting a new chapter."Yes," she said softly, her voice suffused with curiosity and expectation. "I think we will."There was something about the way Benedict gazed at her then - a mix of curiosity and something else, something stronger. For the first time that day, maybe for the first time in a long while, she didn't feel like a reporter or an opportunist. She felt like a woman, standing before a man who could see her as who she really was. And in that moment he seemed to look away, collect his thoughts, Clara knew the evening had changed. It was no longer that casual business talk, but rather something much, m

It made Sabrina's heart beat a little faster as the thought took root. What if it isn't too late? She tried to push it away, but it lingered, persistent and dangerous. After all this time, after everything that had happened, could there still be a chance for them? Could Benedict really still care? Or was it just the lingering echoes of a past she had long tried to bury?She shook her head, trying to push those thoughts away. Benedict was gone, wasn't he? He had Clara now, didn't he? But why would the notion of him searching for her feel so palpable, so plausible?Her gaze slid back to Saben, sleeping peacefully in his crib, unaware of the storm in his mother's chest. He was the constant, the one person around whom everything revolved, the only one who needed her, who she could never abandon. And yet, she found her mind wandering, asking the impossible question: What if they had a chance?With a soft sigh, she backed away from the window, tracing the cool glass with her fingers. What w

For Clara Hemp, love was never a mere emotion-it was a destination. And Benedict was not just anybody; he was the man she had loved since college-the man she was sure of being able to make happy.In her mind, every step she took was deliberate, calculated. She wasn't chasing some old flame; she was building a future, one where Benedict could finally leave the pain of his past behind. The dinners, the conversations, even the seemingly casual text messages—each was part of her plan to secure a place in his life.She believed in herself, in her charm and intelligence. She was always the queen of the room she walked into. Now, she was going to reclaim that role in Benedict's life. "He needs me," she told herself. "He just doesn't know it yet."Still, a part of her felt a flicker of insecurity. She couldn't ignore the unspoken presence of Sabrina in Benedict's life. Though he was polite and engaging, there was a part of him that felt distant, like he was still tethered to someone who wasn'

The next day, sitting in his office, the concentration of Benedict was broken by the sound of the door opening. He looked up with a jerk of his head and saw Clara standing there with a mischievous smile across her face and a takeaway bag slung over her arm. "Hey," she chirped, her voice light and casual. "I was just in the area and thought I'd bring some lunch. Hope you don't mind some company. Benedict blinked, caught off guard for a moment. He hadn't expected her to just appear like this. "Clara, you didn't have to do that," he said, standing up from his desk, hesitating. "But. I guess I could use a break. Thanks for the food. She stepped into the room with confident grace, with soft clicking heels on the floor. Clara placed the bag at the table, deliberate in the action, showing what enticement lay within: not complicated but all of him. She could see there had been thought in it — everything he liked, yet nothing too complicated, just that little gesture to show how much she car