Todos os capítulos de Falling For My Billionaire Ex : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

SusanI adjusted my blazer and took a deep breath before walking into the boardroom. This was the opportunity I'd been waiting for...no room for nerves, no room for mistakes.But the moment I stepped inside, my breath caught.Ten years. It had been ten long years since I last saw him, and yet, there he was...Elliot Prescott, sitting at the head of the boardroom table like a king on his throne.The universe had a twisted sense of humor, throwing me into his world when I was at my lowest. Jobless, desperate, and hanging onto the last thread of my self-respect, I'd walked into this meeting thinking it was just another pitch. But then his eyes...those same piercing green eyes...met mine, and for a moment, I couldn't breathe.His piercing green eyes meeting mine the second I walked in. Time hadn't touched him, if anything, it had made him sharper, more composed. The air in the room suddenly felt too heavy."Ms. Hart," a man sitting beside him said, oblivious to the jolt of recognition betw

SusanI hadn't intended to stay up late that night, but sleep wouldn't come. The weight of the day lingered in my chest like an unwelcome guest, replaying itself over and over in my mind: Elliot's piercing gaze, his composed demeanor, and the haunting way he looked at me like he was still trying to figure me out.It didn't matter that a decade had passed since we last stood face-to-face. He still had that unnerving ability to make me feel seen...seen in a way that no one else could.My apartment was quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside. I sank into the couch, clutching a cup of tea I didn't plan to drink. My laptop sat on the coffee table, glowing faintly. I should've been preparing for follow-ups on the proposal, but my mind kept drifting to the past...to the first time Elliot and I weren't just strangers on a campus.****Flashback – Ten Years AgoIt had been almost a year since our first meeting. By then, Elliot Prescott was no longer just the cocky guy who'd helped m

SusanBy the time I left the office that evening, the weight of the day pressed heavily on my shoulders. Seeing Elliot again wasn't just an emotional challenge...it was a test of my resolve.Meera was waiting for me at our favorite bar, a cozy, dimly lit spot tucked away from the city's bustling streets. She waved as soon as she spotted me, a knowing grin on her face."Well, if it isn't the woman of the hour," she teased as I slid into the seat across from her.I sighed, signaling the bartender for a drink. "Don't start.""Too late... How's Mr. Billionaire Ex treating you?"I hesitated, swirling the glass of wine that the bartender had set in front of me. "Professionally."Meera raised an eyebrow. "And...?""And what?""And how are you dealing with it? Come on, Su. You can't just sit there and pretend this isn't a big deal. You two have history."I took a sip of my wine, savoring the warmth it brought. "It's complicated, okay? He's my boss...well, technically my client...and I need th

SusanI tossed the phone aside and leaned my head back against the couch, letting out a frustrated sigh. The notepad still sat there on the counter, mocking me with its presence. Why had I left it behind? Was fate playing some cruel trick on me, or was it just my own stupidity?It's just a notepad, Susan, I reminded myself. But deep down, I knew it wasn't about the notepad. It was about everything it represented—the past, the unresolved feelings, the man who had walked away.I got up and paced the living room, my bare feet padding softly against the hardwood floor. "Get it together," I whispered to myself. "He's just another client. Nothing more."But no matter how much I tried to convince myself, I couldn’t ignore the weight of the emotions that had come rushing back. The way his eyes had softened when he looked at me, the way his smirk had sent an annoying flutter through my chest.Suddenly, my phone buzzed again. I snatched it up, hoping it wasn’t Meera with another round of teasin

Susan"Don't forget, life's too short for regrets," Meera's words kept echoing in my head as I walked into the meeting room. She’d said it so casually over lunch, like it was the answer to all my problems.Sure, Meera, no regrets...except maybe agreeing to take this project and facing him.Elliot was already seated, the picture of corporate perfection in his tailored suit, his expression as unreadable as ever. I swore he made it a personal challenge to look even more annoyingly attractive every time I saw him."Ms. Hart," Gerald greeted me warmly as he gestured to the chair opposite Elliot. "Please, have a seat. Let’s get started."I settled in, determined to maintain my professionalism. Elliot, on the other hand, looked entirely too calm for someone who used to panic when his laundry turned pink."We’ll be discussing the proposed timeline today," Gerald began, shuffling through some papers. "Ms. Hart, I believe you’ve prepared an outline for us to review?""Yes," I replied, pulling o