All Chapters of IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

NATHAN'S POVI stood in the middle of the wreckage, heart sinking as I took in what was left of my place — my dream. The morning sun filtered through the broken glass of the front door, lighting up the mess like it was spotlighting my shame. Chairs overturned. Plates shattered. The bar stool legs had been snapped off like twigs. Spray paint on the walls spelled out “STAY IN YOUR LANE”.My fists clenched.Whoever did this wanted to make a statement — not just to destroy, but to humiliate.And they succeeded.The place smelled like a mix of alcohol, smoke, and betrayal. My staff, most of them stunned silent, were trying to pick up the pieces, whispering amongst themselves. A few customers had gathered outside, phones out, capturing videos of my downfall like it was some kind of sideshow. My throat tightened.I didn’t know what to do.I’d worked too hard for this. Poured every damn ounce of effort into this place. And now…? In one night, someone decided to burn it all down.I couldn’t th

ISLA’S POVI was in the middle of reviewing a client report when my phone buzzed with a message from Judith.“Are you seeing what’s trending?”Confused, I clicked the link she sent. My heart dropped.There, in full color and cruel clarity, was a video of Nathan and Lucas—outside Titan Holdings, fists flying, voices raised, with the company’s name glowing like a witness behind them. My breath caught in my throat as I watched Nathan punch Lucas. Again.My hands trembled as I lowered the phone.He never told me.Nathan had never told me he came to the office. Never told me he confronted Lucas. Never told me he hit him—again.After all our talks. After we agreed that I’d handle it… he still went behind my back.And Lucas—God, that snake—he had been waiting for it. He had filmed everything. Or worse, he’d let it be filmed. Public assault, outside the office, with security present. Lucas knew the power of narrative. He didn’t need fists. He had the law.The very next message I got confirmed

VICTOR’S POVThere were exactly three things I was good at: solving problems, handling pressure, and pretending like I wasn’t slowly falling for Sienna Collins.The last one? Not going so well lately.She had this habit of showing up in my head at random times—during meetings, workouts, even while I brushed my teeth. I’d hear something funny and instantly think, Sienna would laugh at this, or smell something that reminded me of the cinnamon scent she always carried, like she rolled in fresh bakery air every morning.It was annoying.And addictive.We hadn’t called it anything—whatever this was between us. We hadn’t kissed. We hadn’t confessed anything. But the tension? It was there. Palpable. Thick enough to stir with a spoon.So I did the only reasonable thing a grown man with mildly obsessive thoughts could do.I planned a date.A real one. With no interruptions, Just her. And me.And possibly a small romantic ambush.---I picked the spot carefully. A rooftop garden restaurant in

SIENNA'S POVWhen Nathan told me about the fire in his restaurant, my heart dropped. The words came out casually—like it was just another rough day—but I could feel the weight behind them. I stared at him, waiting for him to say it was a joke or maybe an exaggeration. He didn’t.“Wait—what?” I asked, almost breathless. “Your restaurant… it burned down?”He gave me a quiet nod, eyes slightly distant, as if replaying the moment in his head. “Last night. Caught me off guard.”I stood frozen in his living room, my fingers tightening around the edge of my phone. “Oh my God, Nathan. Are you okay?”“I’m fine. Just… pissed.” He rubbed his hand through his hair. “Everything was gone. Tables. Kitchen. Décor. Even the cash register melted.”I moved to sit beside him on the couch. “Do you know what caused it?”Nathan’s jaw clenched. “I’m sure it was Lucas.”The name sent a wave of anger through meeven though I don't even know who he hisNathan then told me how he had been making him and Isla liv

NATHAN'S POV hadn’t planned on stopping by Isla’s apartment, but after another late night of overseeing the renovation of my new restaurant, something in me craved the familiarity of her presence. It had been a long few months since the fire. A long few months since everything blew up—literally and emotionally.She opened the door with a blanket over her shoulders, her eyes slightly puffy, like she hadn’t been sleeping well either. We didn’t say much at first. Sometimes silence was our safe space.The new restaurant was finally coming together.I stood in the middle of the main floor, tools still scattered, the scent of fresh paint still clinging to the air. It wasn't just a rebuild. This was something better—a new version of everything I wanted to be. A statement. A fresh start.But even as I stood there, admiring the polished countertops and the ambient lighting we tested last night, my mind wandered.Victor.Sienna.I didn’t hate him. I couldn’t. Victor was a good man, even if his