All Chapters of IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

ISLA’S POVI walked faster, not caring where my heels took me as long as it was away from Nathan’s apartment building. Away from him. Away from her. And away from that child.That child.His child.The cold air stung my cheeks, but I welcomed it. I wanted something—anything—to numb the sudden ache spreading through my chest. Just moments ago, I had been laughing, saying yes to forever. I was engaged. I had just agreed to share my life with Nathan, to weather the storms by his side.And now this.I wrapped my arms around myself, blinking hard against the tears gathering at the corners of my eyes. I wouldn’t cry—not yet. Not until I was somewhere private. Somewhere safe. Right now, the city was watching, and I wouldn’t let it see me break.I ducked into a quiet park a few blocks away and found a bench beneath a dim lamp. I sat down, took a deep breath, and finally let the reality of what happened hit me.He had a daughter.Nathan had a child. With another woman.Cecilia.The name echoed

NATHAN'S POVThe silence in the car was deafening, even though Isla sat beside me, her fingers interlaced with mine. Cecilia sat in the backseat with Hope, who was humming to herself and playing with the zipper of her tiny pink jacket. There was something about the soft weight of Isla's hand that kept me grounded. Even though she hadn’t said much since we left the apartment that morning, her presence was enough—a quiet reassurance.We had all agreed to take the DNA test. It was the right thing to do. The responsible thing. But as we pulled up to the clinic, I couldn’t shake the knot of anxiety in my gut. I parked the car and took a deep breath."You okay?" Isla asked softly, finally breaking the silence.I nodded, but my throat was dry. "As okay as anyone who's about to confirm if they're a dad or not."She gave me a small smile and squeezed my hand. "No matter what happens, we deal with it. Together."I hoped she meant it. God, I needed her to mean it.The test itself was quick. A ch

ISLA'S POVIt had been weeks since the DNA test confirmed that Hope was Nathan's daughter. Weeks since we all agreed on a plan that, at the time, seemed fair and logical. Nathan would step up as a father, support Cecilia with the responsibilities of raising Hope, and we would all somehow find balance in the middle of the chaos.But now, I was beginning to wonder if that plan was only words. Because balance was the one thing that had completely disappeared from my life.Cecilia was still here.I told myself not to question it. I had no right. I wasn’t Nathan’s wife. I wasn’t even living with him. But the longer she stayed, the harder it became to push away the thoughts swirling in my head. Every time I visited Nathan’s house, I saw signs that she was making herself comfortable. A new throw blanket on the couch. Her coffee mug in the sink. Her coat hanging on the same rack I used to use when I spent nights there.At first, I assumed she was simply adjusting. Maybe it was just temporary,

NATHAN'S POVI sat in the living room long after I returned from Isla house. The silence in the house was loud, filled with all the things she said and everything I hadn't been able to. Her words kept echoing in my head: "I'm tired, Nathan. I'm tired of feeling like a stranger in your life." That hurt more than anything. I never wanted her to feel like she didn’t matter, like she wasn’t seen. But the truth is, things had gotten messy, and I didn’t realize how deep the cracks had become until she said it to my face.Isla had always been the calm in my chaos. The one person who never judged me even when she had every reason to. She stood by me even when Cecilia showed up out of the blue with Hope. And now? She was the one who felt left out, pushed aside.I stared at the phone in my hand. I wanted to call her again, but I knew it would be pointless unless I had something real to say. She deserved more than empty words. She deserved action.Cecilia had been staying longer than expected. W

ISLA'S POVAfter Nathan told me everything Cecilia had done, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The weight of the conversation hung on my chest like a stone. I kept replaying the details in my mind, trying to make sense of it all. Why would Cecilia take things that far? Why would she twist the truth and paint Nathan as a deadbeat father?It didn’t make sense. Cecilia had always come across as quiet, polite, and even a little reserved. She seemed like the kind of person who would choose understanding over drama. But now, I wasn’t so sure. Maybe she had been a green snake under green grass all along—someone who waited until the right moment to strike. Or maybe, just maybe, she thought that sharing a child with Nathan automatically made them some kind of family. Only a deranged person would assume something like that without clear communication.Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to the story. People don’t just turn evil overnight. They hurt, they panic, they react. I wa