All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S MYSTIQUE BRIDE: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Time had slipped through their fingers like warm sand. One moment they were stepping into the golden light of Paris, hand in hand, and the next, a week had passed—filled with laughter, lazy mornings, stolen kisses, and nights tangled in silk sheets overlooking cityscapes.France had been everything: magical, romantic, easy. No drama. No barricade between them. Just Zac and Mia—finally breathing in sync.Zac had wrapped up his meetings faster than planned, always finding his way back to her. Whether in vineyards or tiny cafés tucked between cobblestone alleys, he was there. It felt like a honeymoon neither of them had dared to dream.But all honeymoons eventually end.Their plane touched down in New York under a cloudless sky, and Mia leaned her head against the cool window as they taxied toward the gate.“So…” she asked, glancing sideways at Zac with a small smile, “Penthouse or the condo?”Zac turned to her, brow lifting with a grin. “What do you think?”“The condo,” she said without

Inside Mia’s new office—still smelling of fresh paint and lavender from the bouquets stacked by the side, Angelo perched on the edge of the desk, arms crossed, while Zac settled into the guest chair across from him.The sound of celebration still echoed faintly from the main hall, but here, it was quiet enough for them to hear each other.Angelo broke the silence.“So… what’s going on?” His tone was light, but there was weight behind it.Zac looked up at him, unfazed. “What do you mean?”Angelo let out a short laugh, more disbelief than humor. “Come on, man. I mean, I know you’re invested in the contract, but this…”He gestured vaguely toward the door, where laughter and music filtered in.“This is a lot. I’ve gotta admit, I didn’t expect all this from you.”Zac’s voice was calm, his gaze steady. “It’s what Mia always wanted. I just helped make it happen.”Angelo exhaled, like he was trying to catch up. “Yeah, but this was supposed to be a contract. Just a front, right? At least… at l

Angelo had been planning this moment all day.Mia had almost everything—a dream coming alive in her flower shop, more glow in her smile lately—but she still had no car of her own. And he wanted to change that. He wanted to give her something grand, something meaningful and permanent.So that afternoon, he left the luxury dealership with a thrill humming in his chest. The keys to a sleek, charcoal coupe sat in his pocket, wrapped in a red ribbon. As he glanced back at the car one last time, he smiled. It felt right. Tonight would be the night.It was the season of surprises, after all.Before heading to the condo, he tried calling Mia, but she didn’t answer.Slightly puzzled, he stopped by Mia’s flower shop first. Samantha was there, arranging something by the register. She told him Mia had left early to get some rest. That was reasonable. Then he called Zac—just to confirm. Still no answer.He decided to head over. Maybe they were both home. Maybe he’d surprise them with his perfect s

Zac sat up slightly, meeting her gaze. “What difference would that make, babe?”“I don’t know,” she said truthfully. “But if he won’t see you… maybe he’ll see me. At least give me a chance to hear him out. Scream at me. Slam the door. Whatever he needs to do. I deserve that.”Zac’s jaw tensed. He really looked at her—and said nothing. The room was quiet, but his thoughts were too loud.“I’ll go with you,” he said quickly. “If you’re going to him, then I’m coming too.”“No, Zac.” Mia shook her head gently. “I need to do this alone.”“I’ll wait outside, if I have to,” Zac pressed, voice low. “But I’m not letting you walk in there by yourself.”“Why? You think he’s going to hurt me?”“Not exactly,” Zac said in a calm tone. “But heartbreak makes people reckless. And Angelo… I’ve known him for nearly two decades. That man’s been breaking since the day we got involved.”She looked away. The guilt, still fresh.“You’re right,” she whispered.Zac’s hand reached for hers again. She looked up,

The following evening, the penthouse was warm with the scent of rosemary and onions. Mia stood at the kitchen island, pulling out plates and garnishes while the last pot simmered gently on the stove. She had sent the kitchen staff home early, leaving behind just enough prepped ingredients for her.This dinner felt personal, and she wanted to finish it herself.Samantha strolled in, barefoot, holding a glass of wine. She leaned against the counter with a grin.“Sam, you could’ve just relaxed. You really didn’t have to come here to help me,” Mia said, arranging plates on the marble surface.Samantha scoffed. “You think I’m here to help? Oh please. I came to get the full gist.”Mia smirked. “About what?”“You know what I’m talking about,” Samantha said, circling the kitchen like a cat. “You, Zac, Angelo. The whole situation. I still can’t believe you all made up.”Mia laughed under her breath. “I just think it’s what’s best for everyone. Things have settled. We’re friends again.”“Oh wo