Semua Bab IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE : Bab 211 - Bab 220

ISLA'S POV The morning air was laced with salt and sunlight as I stood on the balcony, wrapped in Nathan’s oversized hoodie, staring at the waves crashing against the shore. We had escaped for a few days to the coast, away from the city and the mounting pressure that came with our careers and the wedding. It was meant to be a reset, a calm before the chaos. But even here, the storm brewing inside me found no peace.Nathan was still asleep inside, his silhouette outlined beneath the white cotton sheets. There was something so reassuring about watching him sleep—how his brow smoothed out, the corners of his lips relaxed. It reminded me that no matter how loud the world got, we had our quiet corners.But my mind refused to be quiet.Titan Holdings had been a battlefield lately. Power struggles disguised as boardroom discussions, and whispers about Elizabeth Monroe resurfacing. That woman had been circling Nathan for months like a hawk, offering deals, leveraging connections. And though

ISLA POVThe skyline of Chicago blurred behind the raindrops streaking my hotel window, a thousand lights blinking like quiet promises in the fog. I stood there with a glass of red wine in one hand and my phone in the other, rereading Nathan's last text: "Still at the restaurant. Emergency with the plumbing. I hate missing this. Call you before bed?"It was the second night in a row.I sighed, half in disappointment, half in understanding. Being away from him wasn’t new, but it hadn’t felt this sharp in a long time. Maybe it was because I’d grown used to our rhythm—dinners together, him showing up at Titan with coffee and muffins, late-night planning sessions where we dreamed about a house with tall windows and too many bookshelves.And now, here I was. Alone in a suite high above a city that didn’t feel like mine, preparing for a speech I didn’t know I’d be delivering until three days ago."Isla Morgan," I whispered aloud, testing the sound of my name against the cold silence. “Co-CE

ISLA'S POV The day began like any other—with my phone buzzing incessantly, a cold breeze sneaking in through the cracked window, and the scent of lavender lingering from the night before. I blinked against the morning light filtering through sheer curtains and reached for my phone. Nathan had already left for the restaurant, leaving behind a post-it note that read: "You're magic. Never forget it." I smiled as I pressed the yellow square against my chest, feeling the warmth of his words seep into my bones. Titan Holdings had become a whirlwind of meetings, strategy revisions, and unexpected power shifts. Ever since my last bold move against the board, there had been a noticeable shift in how I was perceived. They no longer saw me as the girl who had slipped in through Damian's shadow. I was Isla Morgan now. And I was earning every inch of the respect I received. But power came with scrutiny. The media had begun to latch onto everything I did—from my fashion choices to speculative

ISLA’S POVThe sound of the ocean was different this morning. Softer, like it was trying to soothe me, whispering secrets beneath the calm surface. I stood on the terrace of the beach house Nathan and I had rented for a brief getaway. Our wedding plans were well underway, but the closer we got to the date, the more my heart ached with a strange mixture of joy and anxiety.I sipped the tea Nathan brewed before heading out to check on a local farmer’s market for fresh ingredients. He had taken a deep liking to the town’s people, blending in so effortlessly while I still felt like a visiting guest. The sky was bluer than yesterday, the clouds trailing slowly like lazy dancers across the heavens. There was something about this place—a stillness I hadn’t felt in months.After the chaos in the city—the fast-paced meetings, boardroom tension, the subtle power plays at Titan Holdings—I’d needed this. I hadn’t realized how tight my shoulders had been until I felt them relax just standing here,

ISLA'S POV The soft patter of rain against the windowpane was oddly soothing—like the sky itself was crying just enough to relieve its weight, but not enough to flood the world. I sat by the window with a blanket over my lap, sipping herbal tea Nathan made before he left for the restaurant. It had cinnamon in it, which reminded me of quiet Decembers and freshly baked cookies.But peace didn’t live in my chest today.My phone vibrated again. A third email marked “urgent.” Another message from Titan’s legal team regarding the merger proposal I thought we’d killed months ago. Apparently, someone resurrected the idea and pushed it through to the review board without me even knowing.This wasn’t the first time I felt power slipping through my fingers. And as much as I tried to brush it off, this time felt different. Like a game was being played behind my back—and I wasn’t even on the board.I turned away from the window and opened my laptop, fingers trembling just a little as I typed in m