All Chapters of IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

ISLA'S POV The elevator's cold interior hummed around me as it ascended toward the executive floor of Titan Holdings. My reflection stared back from the polished steel walls—poised, confident, but bracing for impact. I held a leather portfolio against my chest, documents pressed tightly inside. My fingers had memorized the texture of the edges after reviewing every page a hundred times through the sleepless night. Today wasn't just about strategy. Today was war, and my battlefield wore designer suits and smiled with polished teeth.As the doors slid open with a muted chime, the world I fought to protect unfolded before me. Wide glass windows poured sunlight across the corridor, catching on chrome accents and high-backed leather chairs. Veronica's voice drifted from the boardroom ahead, casual but pointed.I walked toward it with deliberate steps. Each one echoed with everything I had overcome—Damian's downfall, Titan's near collapse, and the scars no one could see. If Veronica wanted

NATHAN'S POV The morning sun slipped through the curtains, casting soft rays across Isla's sleeping face. My arm was draped around her waist, our legs tangled, as if even in sleep our bodies didn’t want to let go of one another. I could stay like this forever. The weight of the world always seemed lighter when she was near. But I knew that outside the sanctuary of this room, reality was waiting. And lately, reality had been showing signs of trouble.Gently, I slid out of bed and grabbed a T-shirt off the chair. Isla stirred but didn’t wake. I kissed her temple before heading downstairs to make coffee. It was my silent ritual, my way of preparing for whatever storm might come. As the coffee brewed, my phone buzzed.It was a message from Matteo: "Need to talk. Urgent. It's about Gianna."Gianna. That name hadn't crossed my path in months. I hadn't thought of her since before Isla came into my life. We had history, sure, but it was a closed chapter. Or so I thought.I called him immedia

ISLA'S POV The morning sunlight spilled through the sheer curtains of our bedroom, casting golden patterns over the soft cream sheets tangled around my legs. My eyes fluttered open slowly, the weight of sleep still lingering, but it was the warmth at my side that truly stirred me. Nathan's arm draped across my waist, his chest rising and falling in a rhythmic lull behind me. For a moment, I didn’t move. I simply let myself feel it—the safety, the comfort, the wonder of waking up next to someone who made the world feel a little less sharp.I tilted my head back slightly, just enough to glance up at him. His lips were slightly parted, the shadows under his eyes softer in sleep. How strange that this man, whose life had been carved out of fire and ambition, now looked so peaceful here with me. I reached out and brushed a lock of hair from his forehead, smiling to myself. He stirred slightly, mumbling something unintelligible, then pulled me closer.But my peace didn’t last. Beneath the

ISLA'S POVThe morning after the meeting with Mr. Garza felt heavier than most. I stood by the large windows of our penthouse, watching the city stir beneath a blush of dawn. The golden light bathed the skyline in calm, but inside me, everything was restless. Nathan was still asleep in our room. I had quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him. He'd had a long night at the restaurant, and I didn’t want my pacing thoughts to rob him of much-needed rest.I poured myself a cup of coffee, black, just the way I liked it when I needed clarity. The bitter strength of it grounded me as I replayed Garza’s words again and again. He’d seen something. Or someone. And if Lucas had connections to Moreno Industries, then the threat looming over Titan Holdings—and maybe even our personal lives—was bigger than we ever imagined.I had to get ahead of this.The board meeting was scheduled for ten. But before that, I needed answers. I took a quick shower, pulled my hair into a clean bun, and wor

NATHAN'S POVThe morning sun filtered through the tall windows of our apartment, casting soft golden streaks across the hardwood floors. I stood by the counter, grinding coffee beans by hand. There was something meditative about it, something grounding. As the scent filled the kitchen, I glanced over my shoulder.Isla was still asleep. Her arm draped across the pillow, her hair a dark halo against the white sheets. Seeing her like that, peaceful and unguarded, made me want to freeze time. These quiet moments—this stillness—was a rare luxury for both of us lately.Things had been moving fast. Between finalizing our restaurant’s second location and Isla’s new position at Titan Holdings, our lives were like two trains running on parallel tracks, always in motion. But last night, we promised to take it slow, at least for a weekend.I poured the coffee into two mugs and walked toward the bed. I leaned down and kissed her forehead."Morning, love. I made coffee."She stirred and blinked up