Semua Bab Claiming What's Mine: A Billionaire Romance: Bab 51 - Bab 60

His laugh. His smile. The way he looked at me as if I were the only person in the room. It was all too vivid, too real. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. No, Kirsten. Don’t do this. But my heart was stubborn, refusing to listen to the logic my mind was screaming at it. The following day at the restaurant, I tried to bury myself in work, hoping the routine would ground me. But even as I carried trays and took orders, my thoughts drifted to him. “Earth to Kirsten,” Janice teased, snapping her fingers in front of me. “You’re daydreaming again.” I blinked, startled. “What? No, I’m not.” She smirked, leaning closer. “You totally are. Let me guess... tall, dark, and handsome?” “Stop it,” I groaned, my cheeks heating. “Oh, come on,” she said, laughing. “Everyone saw how he looked at you during the gala. That man is smitten, Kirsten.” I rolled my eyes, but my heart betrayed me, skipping a beat at her words. “He’s just being nice.” “Nice?” Janice raised an eyebrow.

The bed felt impossibly soft tonight, like I was lying on a cloud instead of my usual mattress. My thoughts were a whirlwind, replaying everything Vincent had said, every look he had given me. “Why me?” I had asked him earlier, and now, lying in the stillness of my room, I kept wondering the same thing. What did he see in me? What could someone like Vincent—polished, wealthy, and confident—possibly find so captivating about someone as ordinary as me? But then I remembered the way he looked at me, as if I was anything but ordinary. His words echoed in my mind, soothing yet electrifying. “Confidence is hoping you’ll like me back. Certainty is knowing I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you do.” I groaned, pulling the blanket over my head. “What am I supposed to do with that?” I whispered to the quiet room. The truth was, I didn’t know. I wasn’t sure if I could let someone like Vincent into my life, with all his intensity and charm. But at the same time, I couldn’t ignore

Vincent chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”And in that moment, as he looked at me like I was the only person in the world, I realized something. Maybe this wasn’t just about surviving anymore. Maybe, just maybe, it was time to start living.Vincent's warm smile lingered in my mind even after he left the office to check on the restaurant floor. The realization that I had just confessed my feelings left me a mix of nervous and exhilarated. How could such a simple moment hold so much weight?I busied myself with restocking supplies, trying to distract my thoughts from spiraling. But the truth was, my heart wasn’t racing because of nerves—it was excitement. Vincent liked me, and I had admitted I liked him too.As the restaurant started to fill up for the evening, I caught glimpses of Vincent moving confidently through the space, checking on guests, chatting with the staff, and occasionally sneaking glances at me. I pretended not to notice,

“Thank you,” I whispered, my heart swelling with emotion as I thought of him. For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t just surviving—I was living. And for that, I hoped this happiness would stay with me forever.—ANTONIUS POINT OF VIEW—When Robert reported back about the gala and all the other updates on Kirsten and Vincent’s whereabouts, I felt something I couldn’t quite put into words. It wasn’t just anger or jealousy—it was deeper than that. Something inside me cracked, like a wound that had been quietly festering but now tore open completely.The way Kirsten looked at Vincent, the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled at him—it was unbearable. She was falling into his trap, and I could do nothing but watch. How I wish I could save her, but here I am, powerless. A loser. She doesn’t even know me—not truly. What chance do I have against Vincent? He’s charming, calculated, and always two steps ahead.For the first time in my life, I felt envy—not for his wealth or status, but fo

If Kirsten was happy, if she truly loved Vincent, what right did I have to interfere? But then again, how could she love someone like him? He was selfish, manipulative, and incapable of genuine care. He was using her—just like he used everyone else. And yet... what if she didn’t see that? What if she fell for his charm the way so many others had? I gritted my teeth, the frustration boiling over. I wouldn’t let that happen. But I had to tread carefully. Vincent was expecting me to lash out. He wanted me to lose control. If I confronted him now, it would play right into his hands. No, I’d wait. I’d be patient. Because when the time came, I wouldn’t just win—I’d make sure Vincent had no pieces left to play. And Kirsten... I closed my eyes, picturing her smile, the one I used to see when she brought me lunch every day. I didn’t deserve her. Not after everything. But that didn’t mean I’d stop fighting for her. Even if it broke me. For weeks, every report Robert brought me f