All Chapters of IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ISLA'S POV The lights inside the gallery shimmered like stars caught in motion, casting warmth over sleek canvases, glass sculptures, and colorfully dressed guests weaving in and out of conversations. The event was going smoothly—Tasha’s idea to merge creative exhibitions with culinary excellence had turned out to be brilliant. Nathan’s corner had drawn a crowd, as expected. People weren’t just eating—they were savoring. Even the art enthusiasts lingered around his table longer than necessary, sampling delicate bites and engaging him in cheerful banter. Isla watched him, a soft smile playing at her lips. He moved with grace and humility, laughing modestly when someone complimented his smoked truffle crostini or lavender lemon tart. “This is a hit,” Tasha whispered beside her, sipping a glass of Prosecco. “You were right about him. Everyone’s raving.” “I’m glad,” Isla replied. “He deserves this. He’s been hiding too long.” “Is he always this humble?” Tasha asked, raising an eyebro

VICTOR'S POVIt was strange how easy it became to talk to Sienna after that night at Nathan’s restaurant.What started with a simple exchange of numbers turned into casual chats every other day.Nothing serious at first — just random conversations about life, work, memories from our different paths.But tonight, something shifted.We found ourselves sitting outside a small coffee shop, two cups of coffee warming our hands while the cool evening breeze brushed past us.Sienna was watching the busy street, a faint smile on her lips, looking like she was somewhere else entirely.I took a sip of my coffee, then said, “You know, I noticed something the other day.”She turned to me, one brow raised, curious. “Oh yeah? What's that?”“The way you look at Nathan,” I said, keeping my voice casual but steady. “It’s... different.”For a second, she froze — just a small flicker across her face before she hid it with a laugh.But I caught it.I saw through the smile she tried to wear like armor.“Y

SIENNA’S POVSince the night Victor and I showed up at the gala together, something between Nathan and me has shifted.I could feel it from across the room — the way his eyes burned into my skin every time I laughed a little too loudly or leaned a little too close to Victor.At first, I tried to ignore it.I focused on smiling, waving politely, mingling with strangers who now seemed suddenly interested because I had Victor beside me.It wasn’t just me imagining things.I heard whispers — little comments like,"Who's that with Victor?""They look perfect together."Victor leaned closer once and whispered in my ear, “It’s working. He can’t take his eyes off you.”I almost laughed out loud, but I caught myself.Instead, I just nodded slightly and took a sip from my glass, pretending to be completely at ease.Truth was, my heart was racing.Every time I caught Nathan’s gaze, it felt like I was being pulled back into memories I’d buried deep — the laughs we shared, the quiet talks late at

ISLA’S POVSince the night Victor and Sienna showed up at the gala together, something inside me has felt... different.At first, I tried to brush it off — told myself it was nothing. Just two friends. Two adults enjoying a night out. But the way they looked together, the way people whispered about them, it stuck with me longer than I wanted to admit.I sat in my office staring at my screen, unable to focus on anything except the way Sienna laughed beside Victor, how easy it all seemed. How natural.A part of me knew I had no right to feel this way.But another part — a deeper, more stubborn part — couldn’t stop the twinge of something that felt a lot like jealousy.Nathan had mentioned, almost casually, that they met at his restaurant.That made it worse somehow.Like fate had given them a perfect introduction... I sighed and leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples.I hated feeling like this.I hated feeling weak.But the truth was... it hurt.It hurt seeing Victor with someone

ISLA’S POV When I woke up this morning, I didn’t expect to be plotting someone’s professional execution. But here we are. Lucas crossed a line — no, he leaped over it. And I wasn’t about to sit back and let him burn down everything I built. Still, I couldn’t afford to be reckless. This wasn’t just about firing someone. This was about making sure he couldn’t come back to bite us in the future — not through a lawsuit, not through gossip, and certainly not by sabotaging someone else again. So I did what I always do when the stakes are high. I dressed sharp, pulled my hair into a clean twist, and walked into the boardroom like a woman who already knew the ending of the story. Because I did. Andy was waiting for me inside, pacing nervously. She held a folder in her hands — a printout of every security log David from IT had sent me. “He’s not going to go down easy,” she whispered, handing it over. “He’s been bragging around the office all week. Acting like he has something on you.”