All Chapters of Billionaire Heiress: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE Mason The wall clock ticked loudly, too loudly like some invisible judge counting down the seconds of my patience. Finally, it hit seven o'clock. Time to leave, after all I was done at the office. Even though I didn’t do too much today, mostly because there was nothing much to do. With the discovery Emily and I made last night, the executives were still whispering about the wonders. And my mind was still stuck on that message. The one I’d received from my ex. By the time I stepped out of the office, the building was almost empty. The lights in the executive wing had dimmed, and the quiet felt heavier than usual. I walked toward Emily’s office without thinking. She had asked me to check on her when I was leaving, but when I tried to open the door, it was locked. For a moment, I just stood there, staring at the door as if she would appear and smile at me telling me to follow her but she wasn’t here and I thought that was odd. She never leaves without tel

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE MasonThe alarm rang so loudly it felt like it was screaming directly into my skull. I jolted upright, heart racing, fingers fumbling for my phone at the nightstand.6:42 a.m.“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath.For a second, I felt panic wrapped around my chest like a tight rope. I thought I was late; too late, but as my vision became clearer I looked around this neatly furnished room and the ache from last night didn’t feel too big anymore.At least I wasn’t homeless and heartbroken, and Emily’s hug flashed in my mind.The way her arms had wrapped around me the night before, warm, firm, hesitant but real.For the first time in a long while, I felt… whole.What would I do without her in my life? I stood up, walked into the bathroom, and stared at my reflection. My eyes looked tired, puffy but not broken. I turned on the tap on the sink, splashing it onto my face, maybe it would lessen the swelling. Next, I stepped into the shower. The warm water poured ov

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE MasonWhen I stepped into my office that morning, I knew something was wrongNot wrong in a bad way, wrong in the way silence feels before a storm.Then I saw it.Balloons.Silver, blue, and white balloons floated against the ceiling, ribbons trailing down the glass walls of my office. My desk was cleared, replaced by a small round table. On it sat a white cake, simple but elegant, with thin candles glowing softly.For a second, I thought I had walked into the wrong room.Before I could process anything, voices rose around me.“Happy birthday to you…!”I turned sharply.Everyone was there.The finance team, the legal department, the interns, and even the security guys who barely smiled at anyone. Kim stood in front, holding the cake with both hands, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement.And then I saw her.Emily stood at the corner of the room, leaning lightly against the wall, her arms folded loosely. She wasn’t laughing loudly like the others. She was just wa

37.EmilyThe monitor beeping sound was the only thing heard in the mirror as I sat on a chair close to the hospital bed where my mother lay. Her head bandaged, Mason has been standing at the corner saying absolutely nothing. I didn’t even care that he was here, his presence didn’t matter anymore , all I cared about was my mother.Was she going to make it out alive? Was the injury fatal?The door screeched open and Uncle Robert walked in quietly, his eyes filled with concern as he looked from my face to my mother.“I heard what happened, I’m sorry,” he said and I nodded, I didn’t have the strength to respond.He went over to my mother’s bed, stared at her face for a minute before turning to face me. “I’ll have the stairs fixed.”I burst into tears, “I don’t understand, the staircase was just fine, and she never even went upstairs anymore, her room was moved to the guest room downstairs, how did she get up there in the first place?”Roberts didn’t respond, how would he know? He wasn’t

39MasonI walked out the door, yes, I know you think it sounds nuts and stupid to refuse someone as sexy and hot as Emily, but I had my reasons. I could never take advantage of her in this state. And maybe she was right; I should learn to respect the boundaries she was setting and not pretend to see the line I was crossing. So, yes, I drove back to my apartment with sadness in my heart, but at least I had a clear conscience that I hadn’t given in. That I walked away.The alarm clock didn’t ring as loudly today, and I didn’t bother to stand because it was Saturday. A time to rest and unwind and reflect on my actions. My past actions. I slipped out of bed, took a quick shower, and made myself tea. As I sat in the living room watching the news on the TV alone. I glanced at my phone on the cushion and I was tempted to pick it up and dial Emily’s line. I needed to know if she was okay, but I doubt she would want to hear my voice. Afterall, she’s made it clear that if I walked out it