All Chapters of IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 241 - Chapter 248

NATHAN'S POV They say every great idea begins on a napkin—some scribbled sketch at a bar, or a spark of genius over coffee. For me, it began on a rooftop, under a sky flickering with city light and the kind of silence that means something. Isla’s hand was in mine, the future wide open and terrifyingly bright.That night after the launch of Hearth & Hue, after all the candles had been blown out and laughter had faded into soft jazz echoes, we stood on the roof and breathed. And I knew. I wasn’t just building a restaurant anymore. I was building a home. A life.The next morning, I woke before dawn. The city hadn’t stirred yet, but I had. Ideas whirled in my head like steam rising from a hot grill. I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Isla, and grabbed my sketchpad from the kitchen shelf.She had talked about design—her passion, her plans, the boutique agency with Valerie. We had found this beautiful middle ground, a hybrid of what she loved and what I dreamed of. And now, I wanted

ISLA'S POV If someone had asked me a year ago where I saw myself, I would have painted a version of my future that looked nothing like this.The reality I now lived in was stranger, messier, and far more beautiful than anything I could’ve imagined.I woke up that morning to the sound of birds tapping against our bedroom window and the faint scent of espresso drifting up from the kitchen. Nathan had clearly beaten me to the punch. I smiled and stretched beneath the linen sheets, still not fully used to the weight of the wedding ring on my finger.Marriage had given us a thousand small shifts—some welcome, some challenging. It was in the way we compromised on toothpaste brands and argued over duvet directions. It was in learning each other’s silences and finally understanding what wasn’t being said. And through it all, Nathan remained my peace in the chaos.That morning, though, something felt different.I padded downstairs to find Nathan leaning over the dining table, phone to his ear

NATHAN'S POVThe day started with mist clinging to the windowpanes. A silver fog wrapped itself around the streetlamps and telephone wires like the city was holding its breath. I stood in the kitchen in silence, barefoot, the kettle hissing on the stove, thinking about how quiet life had become in the most beautiful and terrifying way.The threats had stopped.The letters had turned to dust in a file cabinet buried beneath police reports and digital footprints we never managed to trace. Whoever had tried to scare us into running or breaking down had either failed or faded back into the shadows they came from.And now… we were here.Still standing.Isla came into the kitchen with her robe cinched tight and a soft smile tugging at her lips. Her hair was a mess of waves, and her eyes still wore the shimmer of dreams. She kissed my shoulder before pouring herself some tea and leaning on the counter next to me.“You didn’t sleep,” she said gently.I shook my head. “Wasn’t tired. Too much o

ISLA'S POV The garden glowed in the soft gold of late afternoon, every candle flickering like it knew the importance of this day. Petals lined the aisle in gentle curves, and above, lanterns swayed with the breeze, casting shadows that danced like quiet blessings.Today was our wedding day.And I was ready.I’d imagined this day once, years ago—back when love was something I read about in books or watched in movies. Back when I thought commitment meant sacrifice, and marriage meant loss of freedom. But now, as I stood before the mirror, a delicate veil resting on my lap, I saw something different.Love was Nathan. And this day wasn’t about giving anything up. It was about becoming more.Judith adjusted the final pin in my hair and stepped back, teary-eyed. “You’re breathtaking,” she whispered.I smiled, catching my reflection one last time. The silk dress hugged my body like it was made for my spirit, not just my figure. My eyes were calm. My hands didn’t tremble. I had never been mo