Semua Bab IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE : Bab 191 - Bab 200

ISLA'S POVThe morning sun filtered through my office window, casting golden streaks across the stack of files I had yet to touch. My coffee had long gone cold, untouched, as I stared blankly at the screen. For the first time in weeks, I felt cornered. Between the board’s scrutiny, Lucas’s simmering vendetta, and the storm brewing in Titan Holdings, my nerves felt like they’d been wound tight and left to fray.Nathan had been incredibly supportive. Despite our recent tension, he’d shown up—again and again—refusing to let me drown in all of this. But even love could only soften the blows, not erase the bruises.The board meeting was scheduled for noon. I had two hours to figure out why Elizabeth had been called in by the chairman himself. She wasn’t just another intern—she was strategic, sharp, and increasingly bold. I respected her work ethic, but something about the way she maneuvered around Lucas, how she always seemed to know just enough to stay out of real trouble, made me questio

ISLA'S POVI never thought I’d fall in love in the middle of a war.But there I was—standing barefoot in Nathan’s kitchen, wearing one of his oversized linen shirts, watching him plate up something that smelled like heaven, while the city behind us shimmered like a dream I didn’t know I was allowed to have.Titan Holdings was finally mine.Lucas was gone. Elizabeth Monroe had disappeared from the business world like smoke—vanished into whatever shadows people like her came from.And Nathan? Nathan was still here. Unshaken. Unmoved by power or titles or scandals. He looked at me the same way whether I was in a boardroom or standing in front of him with messy hair and sleep in my eyes.“Penny for your thoughts,” he said, turning with two steaming plates of pasta.“I was thinking you might actually be perfect.”He smirked. “Too early in the day to lie, Isla.”“No, really.” I took a seat at the breakfast bar. “You’re calm. You cook. You didn’t flinch when I buried a corporate raider in fr

The sunlight filtered through my bedroom window, dancing over the stack of bridal magazines on the nightstand. My gown fitting was later today, followed by a meeting with the florist and a call with our wedding planner. I should have been bursting with excitement. And I was—at least partially. But the tight knot in my stomach said otherwise.I stood in front of the mirror, brushing my hair while the espresso machine hummed in the kitchen. Nathan was still asleep, the blanket tangled around his waist, his chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm. He had barely slept the past week, juggling the restaurant, our wedding, and the strange silence from Elizabeth Monroe’s side. She hadn’t contacted him since that day, but it felt like calm before a storm.I walked back into the room with two steaming mugs, placing one on his bedside. "Wake up, future husband," I murmured.His eyes fluttered open. "If that’s how you wake me every morning after we’re married, I’m going to be the happiest man

ISLA'S POVThe dress fit perfectly.I stood in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing down the delicate lace that hugged my hips and flowed into an elegant train. The boutique lights made everything glow a little more than usual, but there was something about this moment that felt sacred. Like I had stepped out of my life and into the dream I never dared admit I wanted.Judith clapped her hands, tearing up. "You look like someone walked out of a bridal magazine.""Is it too much?" I turned slightly, studying the intricate back."No. It's perfect. You’re perfect. And you’re getting married, Isla. I still can't believe it."Neither could I.Not after everything. Not after Titan Holdings, Damian, the trials, the secrets. Somehow, after all the wreckage, I had found calm with Nathan. Safe, unwavering love. A place I could exhale."When are you going to tell him about the call?" Judith asked gently, as we stepped out of the dressing room.I stiffened. "Soon. But not today."The call ha

NATHAN'S POVThe morning sun bled through the linen curtains, casting long streaks of light across our bedroom floor. Isla was still asleep, curled beside me, her breathing soft and rhythmic. In these rare, quiet moments before the world demanded our attention, I allowed myself to simply feel grateful. For her. For us. For the life we were trying to build.But even gratitude didn’t silence the low hum of unease growing louder each day.The restaurant was thriving on paper, but beneath the surface, cracks were beginning to show. Staff turnover, supply chain delays, and the constant barrage of new responsibilities had started to wear on me. I hadn’t told Isla everything. She had enough on her plate between Titan Holdings, the wedding, and her own ambitions. But the pressure was starting to seep into everything—even the quiet spaces between us.I slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake her, and headed into the kitchen. Coffee grounds, filter, kettle. My hands moved on instinct,