Semua Bab Tied To The Heartless Billionaire: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Selena sat at the dining table, absently picking at her dinner. The quiet clinking of her fork against the plate was the only sound in the large dining room. Her mind kept drifting back to Julian’s unexpected act of kindness. Why had he put his jacket over her? Why did he care that she was cold? Wasn’t he the same man who spent most of his time making her life miserable with his arrogance and unreasonable demands? Her brow furrowed as she chewed a bite of food. 'He’s so strange. One moment he’s glaring at me like I’ve offended his ancestors, and the next he’s being…considerate?' She thought about the way he’d looked at her earlier when she asked about the jacket. There was something in his eyes—something she couldn’t quite name. It wasn’t the usual irritation or condescension. It was softer, almost human. But then, just like always, he’d ruined the moment with his sharp tongue, calling her a wet cat. Selena let out a frustrated sigh and stabbed at a piece of chicken. 'He’s u

The rehearsal room was alive with activity. Assistants moved props around, and the director barked occasional instructions to the staff. Selena sat quietly in the corner, observing Cassandra as she rehearsed a particularly emotional scene. Cassandra’s voice carried through the room, full of intensity and conviction, as she delivered her lines flawlessly. Selena’s heart ached as she watched. The energy of the set, the feel of the script in her hands, and the thrill of becoming a character—it all felt like a lifetime ago. The sharp pang of longing caught her off guard, and she quickly looked away, pretending to be engrossed in her phone. Cassandra, ever perceptive despite her aloof demeanor, glanced at Selena during a break. She noticed the distant look in her eyes and the way Selena hugged her arms tightly around herself. “You miss it, don’t you?” Cassandra asked nonchalantly as she sipped from her water bottle. Selena blinked, startled by the question. “What?” “Acting,” Cass

Julian’s car pulled into the driveway of the mansion, the soft hum of the engine cutting through the evening quiet. As the driver opened the door for him, he stepped out, loosening his tie. Selena followed behind, her heels clicking softly against the stone path. “I’m going to my room to freshen up,” she said curtly, not even glancing at him. Her tone was polite but distant, and before he could respond, she disappeared inside the house, heading straight for the stairs. Julian stood there for a moment, watching her retreating figure. *Freshen up?* he thought, narrowing his eyes. It wasn’t unusual for her to keep her distance, but something about the way she said it irked him. Shrugging it off, he entered the house and made his way to the dining hall. Dinner was already being set, the aroma of freshly cooked food wafting through the air. Julian took his seat at the head of the table, the same place he always sat. The long dining table stretched before him, but tonight, it felt esp

The following day, Selena walked into the office with her usual guarded expression, half expecting whispers or side glances about the script incident from the previous night. But to her surprise, the office was just as normal as ever. No one seemed to know or care. Julian hadn’t said a word to her all morning, treating her with the same distant professionalism as always.She spent most of the day by his side, following him to meetings and scribbling notes on her notepad. Though her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of last night, Julian was as composed as ever, his piercing gaze fixed on the presentations or the documents in his hand.Selena walked into the cafeteria with her tray, grateful for a quiet moment to herself. She found a corner table and sat down, savoring the first bite of her sandwich. It was one of the few peaceful moments she’d had all day. But, as fate would have it, her solitude didn’t last long. “Mind if I join you, Selena?” Clara’s overly cheerful voice cut thr

As Selena reached the elevator, she pressed the button and waited, her mind a chaotic swirl of thoughts. Julian liking her? The idea was laughable. The man seemed to take genuine pleasure in tormenting her. Every interaction with him felt like a battle, where she was always a step behind, fumbling for composure while he remained effortlessly in control. The elevator dinged, its arrival pulling her back to the present. She stepped inside, leaning heavily against the wall. Crossing her arms tightly over her chest, she exhaled sharply. “Maybe they’re just imagining things,” she muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. “Julian is strict with everyone. He’s not... he doesn’t—” She cut herself off mid-sentence, shaking her head as if to dismiss the absurd notion entirely. The ride to the top floor felt longer than usual, every second dragging as she rehearsed a thousand possible scenarios in her head. Julian’s summons were never casual, and the knot in her stomach tighte