บททั้งหมดของ Tied To The Heartless Billionaire: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Julian paced back and forth in his office, the heavy sound of his leather shoes echoing through the room. Over the past few weeks, he had intentionally assigned Selena the most tedious and unpleasant tasks, expecting her to snap under the pressure or come crying to him for help. Instead, to his growing frustration—and perhaps begrudging admiration—she completed each assignment with unwavering determination.Not once did she complain, misuse her position as his wife, or attempt to dodge her responsibilities. In fact, she often exceeded expectations, leaving even some of the senior employees impressed.“She’s not just a spoiled princess after all,” Julian muttered to himself, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Interesting.”Curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to summon Selena to his office. He pressed the intercom button and instructed Clara to send Selena in. As he waited, he walked to the window overlooking the office floor. His sharp eyes scanned the room

Julian was sitting in his study, the faint glow of his desk lamp illuminating the stack of documents he was reviewing. He had just started making some progress when his phone buzzed on the desk. He glanced at the screen, recognizing the name instantly: Ethan. Ethan was one of his oldest friends, someone he had managed to stay in touch with despite his busy life. But Ethan wasn’t the type to call for small talk. Julian sighed and picked up the phone. “What do you want, Ethan?” “Julian! Is that any way to greet an old friend?” Ethan’s voice boomed through the line, full of energy and excitement. Julian pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m busy. Get to the point.” “Well, Mr. Busy CEO, I’m back in the country!” Ethan declared. Julian raised an eyebrow. “You’re back? What happened to that extended stay in Europe?” “Got bored. Anyway, everyone’s meeting at the usual spot tonight—the bar. You’re coming.” Julian leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temple. “I don’t have time

The hum of the car engine barely registered as Julian’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles white. His mind was a whirlwind of frustration, confusion, and an emotion he refused to name. Why hadn’t Selena told him about the accident? Why did she keep hiding things? And Ethan—the so-called lovesick fool carrying around her earring—was now at the center of this tangled mess. Julian’s phone buzzed, pulling him from his spiraling thoughts. He glanced at the screen and saw a message from his private investigator. Opening it, he was met with a series of photos. The first showed Selena walking down a quiet street, wearing her hat, sunglasses, and mask. The second captured the exact moment she collided with a bike. A man wearing a helmet was caught mid-action, reaching out to steady her. The third showed her walking away, while the man stared after her, something shiny in his hand. Julian’s jaw clenched as his eyes darted between the photos. His mind pieced the story t

Julian was reviewing contracts in his office when his phone rang. Seeing Ethan’s name flash on the screen, he sighed heavily, already anticipating chaos. Reluctantly, he answered. “What now?” Julian asked, rubbing his temples. “Where are you?” Ethan’s voice was casual but persistent. “I’m at the office,” Julian replied curtly. “Why?” “Well,” Ethan began slowly, “since I’m on holiday, I thought, why waste money on a hotel when I can stay in your massive mansion instead? It’s got more than enough room.” Julian froze, his pen slipping from his fingers. His eyes widened in alarm as the implications sank in. “Absolutely not,” he said firmly. “What? Why not?” Ethan’s tone was laced with disbelief. “What kind of friend are you? I let you crash at my place whenever you wanted, but now you’re rejecting me?” Julian sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why can’t you stay with Matt or Liam?” “Matt’s got some weird girlfriend situation, and Liam’s family is visiting. So that

“You have officially lost your mind,” Selena said, her voice sharp. “What exactly do you think you’re accomplishing by locking me in here?” He stopped pacing and turned to her, his expression unreadable but his tone laced with steel. “I’m accomplishing something you clearly need—a lesson in accountability.” She rolled her eyes, exhaling sharply. “Oh, please. You act like I’m some rebellious teenager sneaking out after curfew. Newsflash, Julian: I’m an adult. I don’t owe you an explanation for every little thing I do.” “You’re right,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You don’t owe me every explanation. But you sure as hell owe me honesty when something affects your safety.” Her eyes narrowed. “What are you even talking about? I didn’t do anything!” “Oh, really?” He stepped closer, his towering presence forcing her to look up at him. “So did you tell me about the accident that happened yesterday? And the phone calls? You keep things to yourself, pretending everything’s f