Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling For My Billionaire Ex : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Elliot’s Perspective – My Mother Wants to Meet Susan I should have expected this. The moment my mother pursed her lips at dinner, I knew she wouldn’t let it go. She wasn’t the type to accept something just because I said so—especially not when it came to my love life. So when she called me into her private study the next morning, I already knew where the conversation was headed. I shut the heavy mahogany door behind me and crossed my arms. “What is it, Mother?” She was seated on her pristine white couch, legs crossed, a cup of tea in her manicured hands. Her posture was regal, as always. Cold. Calculating. “I want to meet her,” she said without preamble. I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. “No.” Her brows lifted. “No?” “You heard me,” I said. “Susan doesn’t need to be subjected to one of your tests.” She sighed, setting down her teacup. “Elliot, don’t be ridiculous. She’s about to marry into this family. It’s only natural that I meet her.” “No, what’s natural

ElliotThe second she whispered yes again, something inside me snapped.I crashed my lips against hers, pushing her back against the car as my hands roamed her body. I could feel her trembling under my touch, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as she clung to my shirt.I wanted her.Here. Now.I didn’t care that we were outside her building. The need to feel her, to claim her, was overpowering.But then she broke the kiss, gasping, her pupils blown wide with desire. “Elliot...inside.”That was all I needed.I grabbed her hand and practically dragged her to the entrance, fumbling for the keys she hastily pulled from her purse. The second the door swung open, I kicked it shut behind us, spun her around, and pinned her against the wall.Susan let out a small gasp, but her eyes gleamed with anticipation. I kissed her hungrily, my hands roaming beneath her dress, feeling the heat of her skin.“God, I missed you,” I murmured against her lips, my voice husky.She shivered. “Then sho

I wasn’t expecting a message from Mrs. Prescott, let alone another meeting request. It had been a month since our last conversation, and I assumed we had come to some form of mutual understanding...an uneasy truce, at best. But as I read the message from Elliot’s mother, asking me to meet her at an upscale hotel lounge, I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach.Something about this felt different.Still, I went. Because no matter how much I disliked the idea of sitting across from that woman again, she was Elliot’s mother. And for his sake, I was willing to be civil.The lounge was the kind of place where the elite gathered, dripping in wealth and exclusivity. I spotted Mrs. Prescott instantly...elegant as ever in a tailored designer dress, her posture flawless, her expression unreadable.She didn’t smile as I approached.“Mrs. Prescott,” I greeted politely.She gestured to the seat across from her, and I sat, keeping my face neutral.“Would you like some tea?” she asked, though it didn

SusanI had never been good at lying, especially not to Elliot. He could read me like a book, unraveling my thoughts with a single glance. But this… this was different. I had to make him believe I was losing interest. That I didn’t love him anymore. Even though the truth was, I had never loved him more.Sitting in my office, I stared at my phone, the screen lighting up for the tenth time that morning. Elliot Prescott. My heart clenched, but I ignored it, placing the phone face down on my desk. I needed to be strong. If I answered now, I’d hear the concern in his voice, the way he always said my name like I was the most important thing in his life. And I’d break.A knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts. Before I could respond, the door swung open, and there he was. Elliot.Tall, broad-shouldered, devastatingly handsome in his tailored suit. His hair was perfectly styled, but his sharp gaze softened the moment it landed on me.“You didn’t answer my calls,” he said, stepping inside

SusanIf picking fights didn’t work, I needed another approach.So I went for something foolproof.Making him jealous.The idea was simple...if Elliot thought I had my eyes on someone else, his pride would never let him stay in this relationship. He’d break things off himself, and I wouldn’t have to be the villain.The only problem?Elliot Prescott was completely and utterly unshakable.It started at work.I picked the most charming, good-looking guy in the office...Derek Stone.He was tall, well-dressed, and had the kind of easy smile that made every woman swoon. More importantly, he had zero interest in me. We were friendly, nothing more.So I made sure Elliot saw us together.At lunch, I leaned just a little too close. I laughed at everything Derek said, even when it wasn’t funny. I let my fingers linger on his forearm as if he’d just told me the most fascinating story in the world.And Elliot?He just watched.His sharp blue eyes tracked my every move, his fingers tapping slowly a