บททั้งหมดของ Falling For My Billionaire Ex : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

ElliotI arrived at the restaurant early, which wasn’t like me. But tonight was different. I wanted to be prepared, to have the upper hand. Susan had a way of throwing me off balance lately, and I wasn’t about to let her do it again.The table I’d reserved was secluded, tucked away from prying eyes and distractions. As I sipped my scotch, I caught myself glancing at the entrance every few seconds, anticipating her arrival.When she finally walked in, I almost forgot to breathe.The dress was sleek, black, and impossibly elegant. It clung to her figure in a way that demanded attention, but it wasn’t just the dress...it was her. The way she carried herself, the quiet confidence in her stride, the way her eyes scanned the room like she owned it.For a moment, I couldn’t move.Then she saw me, and the spell broke.“You’re early,” she said as she reached the table, her voice calm and controlled, like she hadn’t just turned my entire evening upside down.“And you’re stunning,” I replied wit

ElliotI leaned back in my chair, my fingers drumming against the edge of my desk as I stared at the city skyline. The memory of Susan’s defiant expression from earlier lingered in my mind like a stubborn melody I couldn’t shake.She was fiery, determined, and still maddeningly beautiful. That sharp wit of hers had only grown sharper over the years, and I couldn’t help but feel drawn to it. To her.It was ridiculous, really. I had no business wanting her back...not after everything that had happened between us. But every time she looked at me with those eyes, a mix of challenge and something deeper, I knew I wasn’t ready to let her slip away again.If there was one thing I was good at, it was strategy. Business was nothing more than a game of tactics, after all. You assess your opponent, identify their weaknesses, and position yourself for the win. This wasn’t much different. Except this time, the stakes were personal.I picked up my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I foun

Susan I’d barely taken a sip of my tea when Meera barged into my apartment, a whirlwind of energy as usual. “Your lock is practically useless,” she declared, tossing her bag onto the couch. “Hello to you too,” I said, rolling my eyes. She grinned unapologetically. “What’s the point of a spare key if I don’t abuse it?” I opened my mouth to reply, but a knock at the door interrupted me. “I’ll get it,” Meera said, already halfway there. “No, wait...” Too late. The door swung open, and there stood Elliot Prescott, looking maddeningly composed in a charcoal suit that screamed money and power. Meera froze for half a second before her lips curved into a grin. “Well, well, what do we have here?” I shot her a look that clearly said, Don’t you dare. “Mr. Prescott,” I said, stepping in before Meera could make things worse. “What are you doing here?” “Good evening, Ms. Hart,” he replied smoothly, his eyes flicking between me and Meera, who was now watching us like it was her favorite

Flashback: Ten Years AgoSusanThe afternoon sun filtered through the dusty dorm room blinds, casting faint streaks of light on the floor. My heart raced as I sat cross-legged on my bed, clutching my phone. Elliot was late.He’d promised to come over after his last exam, but something about his text earlier felt... off. The words “We need to talk” had hung over me like a dark cloud all day.When the knock finally came, I jumped, my stomach tightening. I swung the door open to find him standing there, backpack slung over one shoulder, his expression a mix of exhaustion and something I couldn’t quite place.“Hey,” he said softly, stepping inside.“Hey.” I closed the door, watching as he dropped his bag by my desk.He didn’t kiss me, didn’t smile, didn’t crack one of his usual sarcastic jokes. That’s when I knew. Whatever this was, it wasn’t good.“Elliot, what’s going on?” I asked, my voice shaky.He leaned against the desk, crossing his arms. “I’ve been putting this off, but I can’t an

SusanThe clinking of cutlery against porcelain plates was the only sound between us. It echoed faintly in the grand private dining room, where a crystal chandelier cast a soft glow over the table. The dinner I hadn’t wanted to attend felt like a trap, a gilded cage where his gaze became the bars that held me in.I couldn’t even taste the food, though I knew it was exquisite. Each dish was plated to perfection, the kind of meal that would’ve impressed anyone else. But not me. Not tonight.I was suffocating under the weight of his stare. Every time I dared to glance up, Elliot’s eyes were on me...intense, searching, like he was trying to peel back the layers I had carefully built over the years.I focused on my plate, cutting into the delicate filet of fish, though I had no appetite. The silence between us wasn’t comfortable...it was heavy, loaded with the unspoken words that hung in the air. Words I didn’t want to hear.“Is everything to your liking?” he asked finally, his deep voice