Lahat ng Kabanata ng IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE : Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

ISLA'S POVThe morning sun filtered through the sheer white curtains of our bedroom, casting a delicate warmth on the pale gray walls. I watched the soft golden light dance across Nathan’s side of the bed—empty now. He had left early, as usual, probably before the sky had fully broken open. That wasn’t new. Lately, he was always chasing time. And I was always chasing the version of us I didn’t want to lose.I rolled over, tugging the blanket tighter around my shoulders, letting the silence of the room seep into my thoughts. Our wedding was just a few weeks away, and on the surface, everything looked picture-perfect. We had the venue, the guest list, even the ridiculously overpriced cake tasting scheduled for next week. But beneath the fabric of our carefully curated plans, something was unraveling.It wasn’t just about Elizabeth Monroe, though she was the spark that lit the quiet fire in my chest. I trusted Nathan. I really did. But trust doesn’t mean the absence of fear. It means hol

ISLA'S POV The days following our decision felt like I was learning to breathe all over again. The necklace Nathan gave me never left my neck—a delicate symbol of a promise we both refused to break, even if it meant changing the terms. "Still Us." Two words, but they anchored me, reminding me that postponement didn't mean loss. It meant preservation. Survival. Even hope.We didn't tell anyone about the delay at first. Not Judith, not Mom, not even Daniel. The thought of explaining it made my skin crawl—as if by voicing it, it might become something worse. But I knew that secret wouldn't hold forever. Sooner or later, questions would come.Meanwhile, life surged forward like it always does. Titan Holdings was a whirlwind. Elizabeth Monroe had been poking around more frequently, and I was convinced she had her eye on my position. Her smiles were laced with sugar and subtle threat, and she spoke to the board members like she already lived in the corner office.But I wasn't going down ea

ISLA'S POV The morning sunlight slipped through the curtains in lazy streaks, painting golden lines across the bedsheets tangled around my legs. Nathan's side of the bed was already empty, the soft indentation of his head still marked on the pillow. A faint aroma of roasted coffee wafted from the kitchen, and I could hear the quiet hum of the espresso machine. I sat up slowly, letting the silence settle into me before the day's whirlwind began.I padded into the kitchen barefoot, wearing nothing but Nathan's old T-shirt, the hem brushing my thighs. He stood at the counter, stirring sugar into my coffee with a content smile on his lips. When he noticed me, his eyes lit up."Morning, sleepyhead.""You left me in bed all alone," I teased, stretching as I reached for the coffee he offered."You looked peaceful. I didn’t want to wake you."I took a sip and closed my eyes for a second, savoring the warmth. Then, reality returned like a soft knock on the door of my peace. "We have that meet

ISLA'S POV The rain had started hours ago, and by now, the city was cloaked in a soft, persistent drizzle that clung to every surface. I stood at the window of our apartment, watching droplets trace paths down the glass like nervous fingers tapping at memories. The skyline blinked in blurred outlines, buildings melting into the night. Behind me, Nathan was still asleep, the soft rise and fall of his chest matching the slow rhythm of the rain.I pressed my hand against the cold window, trying to steady the unease curling in my stomach. The last few weeks had been nothing short of beautiful—filled with wedding plans, laughter, spontaneous kisses, and late-night talks that unraveled like stories I didn’t want to end. But I knew that joy often carried its own shadow. And tonight, I felt it creeping in.It started with the anonymous envelope that arrived that morning. No name. No return address. Just my name scribbled across the front in familiar handwriting that sent a chill through my s

ISLA'S POV The evening sun dipped low behind the skyline, painting everything in strokes of amber and gold. I sat by the open window of our new apartment, legs tucked beneath me on the cushioned bench Nathan and I picked out together. It was my favorite spot in the world, even with all the chaos humming just beneath the calm. Our wedding was two months away, and between the growing list of guests, Titan Holdings' upcoming acquisition, and Nathan's expansion plans for the restaurant, everything felt like a whirlwind.But in this moment, I allowed myself to breathe. A cup of herbal tea warmed my hands, and the sound of the wind rustling the trees below was almost enough to drown out the rapid-fire thoughts in my mind.I had just closed a deal that would position Titan Holdings at the forefront of the sustainable energy market. A bold move, one that had board members split and tongues wagging. It was a decision I believed in, one driven by more than profit margins—I wanted my leadership