All Chapters of Tied To The Heartless Billionaire: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The grand hall was alive with the hum of conversation and the soft, melodic strains of an orchestra. The post-performance ceremony had begun, and the air was thick with the mingling scents of expensive perfumes and the faint sweetness of champagne. The VIPs sat in a long, elegant row at the front of the hall, their expressions a carefully curated blend of polite amusement and satisfaction. The performers, dressed in their finest attire, stood in a line, each holding a bouquet of flowers to present as a token of gratitude. The event was not merely a celebration of art—it was a calculated affair, designed to secure the patronage of wealthy benefactors for the opera house.Selena’s hands were ice-cold.She stood near the edge of the line, her fingers gripping the bouquet so tightly that her nails dug into the stems. The rich, heady scent of lilies and roses filled her senses, but it only served to remind her of *him*. Julian. The memory of his presence, his voice, his touch, lingered

She stared at him, her heart racing so fiercely it felt like it might burst from her chest. Her mind reeled, a whirlwind of confusion, anger, and something else she couldn’t quite name—something that felt dangerously close to hope. She clenched her fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms, as if the physical pain could ground her, keep her from spiraling into the chaos of her emotions."How can you say that?" she demanded, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to keep it steady. Her eyes searched his face, looking for answers, for the truth, for anything that could make sense of the storm raging inside her."Because it's true," Julian replied, his voice calm but laced with an undercurrent of something she couldn’t quite place. Regret? Resignation? His gaze was steady, unwavering, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—something raw and vulnerable that made her chest tighten.She shook her head, her dark hair brushing against her cheeks as she took a step b

"What are you doing here?" Selena’s voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. Her eyes burned with a mixture of anger and hurt, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as if to shield herself from him. She glared at Julian, who stood a few feet away, his presence both familiar and unwelcome. The room seemed to shrink around them, the tension palpable.Julian flinched at her tone, his usual confidence faltering. He took a hesitant step forward, his hands raised slightly in a gesture of peace. "Selena, please—just listen to me.""No!" she snapped, her voice rising. She took a step back, putting more distance between them. "I don’t want to listen to you. I don’t even want to see you. I should have known—I should have known that the so-called VIP guest tonight was you. What are you playing at, Julian? Haven’t you done enough?"Her words struck him like a physical blow, and he winced. His chest tightened as he saw the pain in her eyes—pain he had caused. He had spent months pr

Selena stood outside the grand opera house, her heart pounding so fiercely she could feel it in her throat. The building loomed before her, its marble pillars and gilded accents gleaming under the golden afternoon sun, as if the universe itself was spotlighting this moment. She clutched the crisp, embossed invitation in her hands, her fingers smoothing over the edges again and again—a nervous habit she’d never been able to shake. The weight of this opportunity pressed down on her, but beneath the nerves, an electric thrill hummed in her veins. This was it. The moment she had dreamed of since she was a little girl, singing into her hairbrush in front of the mirror, pretending the reflection was an audience of thousands. "You've got this," she whispered to herself, squeezing her eyes shut for just a second before pushing open the heavy double doors. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of polished wood and aged sheet music—a fragrance that wrapped around her like an old fri

Selena woke to the soft, insistent buzz of her phone, a gentle intrusion on her slumber. The morning sunlight, a pale gold, was seeping through the gaps in her curtains, painting delicate stripes across her bedroom floor. A strange flutter of anticipation, a nervous excitement she hadn't felt in what seemed like a lifetime, stirred within her. With a sleepy yawn, she reached over to check the screen, her heart skipping a beat, a warmth spreading through her when she saw the familiar name.Julian: Morning, superstar. Dreamt of me?She groaned, a playful eye-roll escaping her, but couldn’t stop the wide grin spreading across her face, a flush warming her cheeks. A giddy thrill, a sense of something new and exhilarating, bubbled within her, like champagne fizzing in her veins. Was it too early to be feeling this intensely, this ridiculously happy? Probably. Did she care? Not at all.Selena: Why would I dream of you?The response came almost instantly, a familiar teasing tone that made he