Semua Bab IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE : Bab 131 - Bab 140

ISLA'S POVI had always known Lucas wouldn't go down without a fight. But I never expected him to fight this dirty. Every morning I walked into the office now, I braced myself for the newest headline, whisper, or suspicious glance. My name had been dragged through boardroom gossip, backchannel emails, and anonymous memos. All fingers pointed at one person: Lucas.Ever since I helped Nathan, Lucas had made it his mission to tear me down. He couldn’t touch me directly—at least not in a way that would be obvious—but his games were relentless. Strategic leaks to the media. Internal rumors that I forged financial reports. Claims that I was emotionally compromised and prioritizing personal relationships over the company’s future. It was all carefully designed to paint me as a liability.But I wasn’t about to back down.At work, I held my head high, keeping my focus razor-sharp. If Lucas wanted a war, he’d get one. Only, I wouldn’t fight him the way he expected. He’d try to rattle me, make m

NATHAN'S POVThe morning light broke through the glass windows of my restaurant, casting long shadows across the polished floors. The atmosphere was different now—calmer, more refined. I couldn’t help but stare at the space with a sense of pride. This was it—the culmination of everything I’d worked for, everything I’d fought to rebuild after the fire that nearly destroyed me. The grand opening had been a success beyond my expectations, and the momentum was building.New customers were coming in, the buzz around the restaurant was palpable, and I had a growing list of people eager to invest in the business. It was a far cry from the old days, when I could barely keep the place running. Now, I had international clients showing interest, and local influencers were raving about the food. It was almost surreal. If you had told me a year ago that I’d be in this position, I wouldn’t have believed it. But here I was, standing at the helm of a thriving restaurant, ready to take it to the next

SIENNA'S POVMy heels clicked sharply against the glossy floors of Sterling Corporation as I stepped into the building for the first time not as a visitor, not as Victor's girlfriend, but as the newly appointed Chief Operations Director. The title was both daunting and exhilarating. It wasn’t just a nameplate on an office door; it was a challenge, and I never backed away from one.The receptionist offered me a polite but hesitant smile. I caught the way her eyes flicked to the security badge on my coat. No doubt word had spread that someone new was joining the top brass, but few knew exactly who. Or why. Or how fast things were about to change.Sterling Corp was polished on the surface, with glass walls, minimalist art, and air that smelled faintly of lavender and ink. But beneath the beauty, I could already sense disorganization. There was no urgency in the air, no spark in the eyes of the workers I passed. They looked tired, routine. A place that had accepted mediocrity as a new nor

VICTOR'S POVIt all began with a missed call.No, scratch that—it all began with the goddamn press release.I was sitting in my office, half-listening to my assistant drone on about a delayed shipment of Italian leather when my phone vibrated on the desk. I glanced at the screen. Three missed calls from our PR head, a woman who only called in emergencies. My gut twisted. Then came the message: "Check FashionThread. Now."The moment I opened the site, my heart dropped."Sterling Corp's New Creative Director Declares War on Titan Holdings." Sienna Cross, former army strategist turned fashion exec, shakes up the industry with sustainable ambition and fearless words.There was a video clip. Of Sienna. My Sienna. Speaking confidently to a crowd of reporters outside Sterling HQ. "Titan has relied too long on legacy. It's time for the future to win. We’re not here to compete. We’re here to take over."Shit.I dropped my phone. "Everyone out," I told my team.Once the room cleared, I paced. M

ISLA’S POVYou know that moment when an idea grabs hold of you and refuses to let go?That was me the morning after dinner at Nathan’s restaurant. I woke up before my alarm, mind already racing, fingers itching to write things down. I skipped my usual espresso and dove straight into my sketchpad, ideas flooding my brain faster than I could sketch.It wasn’t just about reinventing Titan Holdings. It was about reawakening myself. For too long, I’d been playing defense. Fixing problems. Patching holes. Watching Sterling Corporation steal our spotlight with boldness and edge I used to own.Not anymore.I rolled into Titan headquarters that morning like a woman possessed. My assistant, Claire, trailed behind me, struggling to keep up as I rattled off a stream of tasks."Schedule a pitch meeting with the creative department. Block off the boardroom from ten to two. And get me a double shot of courage in a coffee cup."She blinked. "Isla, are we… rebranding again?""No. We’re reawakening."B