Semua Bab IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE : Bab 21 - Bab 30

ISLA'S POVI never imagined myself rejecting my boss. Maybe it was because of embarrassment or fear—perhaps both. The gap between us felt too vast, like an invisible wall separating our worlds. He was powerful, confident, and surrounded by people who thrived in his world of influence. I, on the other hand, was just an ordinary employee trying to survive in a corporate jungle.A part of me wondered if I had made the right decision. Did I reject him because I truly didn’t feel anything for him, or was I simply afraid of the consequences? His world was filled with scrutiny, expectations, and people who would judge me harshly. I wasn’t sure if I could handle that pressure.But the thought of accepting him scared me even more. What if I disappointed him? What if I wasn’t enough? I wasn’t sure if I was rejecting him for the right reasons or if I was just running away from something I didn’t understand.I shook my head, trying to push these thoughts aside. I needed to focus on work. I needed

Isla’s POVDaniel pulled up in front of my apartment building, shifting the car into the park as I reached for the door handle. The evening had gone by too fast, filled with lighthearted conversation and laughter that made me forget, if only for a moment, the weight I carried on my shoulders."Thanks for tonight," I said, turning to face him. "I had a really great time."Daniel smiled, his usual easy-going expression softening. "Me too. I’m glad we finally had that dinner."I nodded, feeling the warmth spread through me. He had been nothing but kind and supportive, and spending time with him always made me feel comfortable. It was rare to find that kind of ease with someone, and I appreciated it more than I could put into words.As I stepped out of the car, Daniel suddenly spoke again."By the way, next Saturday is my birthday."I turned back, raising an eyebrow. "Oh?""Yeah," he said, leaning casually against the car door. "I’m throwing a party, and I’d really like you to come."I he

VICTOR’S POVI stood frozen in place, staring out of the study window.Why was Isla here?I hadn’t expected her to show up, yet there she was, standing at the entrance, speaking to Daniel. And whatever she said must have been funny because Daniel threw his head back, laughing as if he had just won the lottery.My grip on the curtain tightened.Were they really that close?From where I stood, Daniel looked too happy. He leaned in slightly, hanging on to her every word. Isla, on the other hand, was relaxed, completely at ease. She even playfully nudged his shoulder at one point.I frowned.That was supposed to be me.I stayed in the study longer than necessary, flipping through a random book, pretending to read while my thoughts raced.But eventually, I had no choice. Dinner was starting.Taking a deep breath, I walked downstairs and joined the guests. The room was filled with lively chatter, old friends reminiscing, and laughter ringing through the air. Daniel, of course, was at the ce

ISLA’S POVVictor kissed me.It wasn’t my first kiss, but something about it felt entirely different from anything I had ever experienced before.At first, my mind protested. This was wrong. This was unexpected. This was—But the warmth of his lips against mine, the sheer intensity of the moment, made thinking impossible. I placed my hands against his chest, my first instinct being to push him away. My body, however, had a different reaction. A shiver ran down my spine, my fingers curling slightly into his shirt instead of pushing him away.Victor didn’t hesitate. His hands, firm and sure, cupped my face, angling my head as he deepened the kiss. The heat between us grew, his lips moving against mine with a mix of frustration, urgency, and something else—something I wasn’t ready to name.I tensed, trying to fight against the overwhelming sensation of being completely consumed. But as the seconds passed, my resistance wavered. The way he kissed me—it wasn’t just about dominance or contr

Victor’s POVWhen I got home, I still couldn’t stop thinking about Isla. No matter how much I tried to push her from my mind, her presence lingered—her voice, her scent, the way she had looked at me with those wide, uncertain eyes before running into her apartment. I could still feel the warmth of her lips against mine, the way she had responded, hesitant at first, then melting into me. It wasn’t just about desire—I wanted her, yes, but there was more to it. She made me feel something I hadn’t in a long time. A strange warmth in my chest, an ache I couldn’t quite name.But then, Daniel’s words echoed in my mind like a glass of cold water splashed over me. "Don’t forget what you should do."His reminder grounded me. He was right—I knew it. No matter how much I was drawn to Isla, I couldn’t afford to forget the real reason I had approached her in the first place. If she ever found out that I had initially gotten close to her because of this case, she would hate me. I had no doubt about