Lahat ng Kabanata ng IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

ISLA’S POV Things with Victor had been going so well lately. Almost too well. He was attentive, caring, and thoughtful in ways that caught me off guard. Checking in on me, making sure I ate, walking me to my car at night—it was almost too perfect. I wasn’t complaining. In fact, I liked it. Maybe a little too much. But there was something about it that made me wonder. Why did it feel like he was trying too hard? With Daniel, everything had been effortless. It felt natural, like there was never a need to overthink things. But with Victor, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something beneath the surface, something he wasn’t telling me. And then there was Sterling Corporation’s contract issue. Victor’s company had been trying to secure a huge deal with Harper & Co., a multi-billion-dollar fashion distributor. It was supposed to be a done deal, something that would solidify Sterling Corporation’s reputation in the industry. But out of nowhere, a competitor swooped in and

ISLA'S POVA few hours after my conversation with Daniel, I found myself replaying it in my head—and with every passing minute, I regretted saying yes to dinner. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to spend time with him. Daniel was charming, funny, and easy to talk to. But something about this particular dinner felt… different.Maybe it was the way he had asked. Maybe it was the way his voice had softened when he said my name. Or maybe it was my own guilty conscience gnawing at me. Either way, I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling settling in my stomach.I glanced at my phone, debating whether to cancel. Would it be rude to back out last minute? Before I could decide, my phone buzzed with a message from Daniel. I hesitated before opening it, my heart skipping a beat.Daniel: Can’t wait to see you tonight. Here’s the address.I clicked on the location out of curiosity, and my eyes widened in shock. That restaurant? The one celebrities and high-profile figures dined at? The one where a single m

ISLA’S POVThe moment my eyes met Victor’s, a strange feeling hit me—guilt. I had no reason to feel this way, but something about his expression made me uneasy. His sharp gaze held a mix of anger, disappointment, and something else I couldn’t quite place. It was as if he had walked in expecting one thing and found something entirely different.Across from me, Daniel looked confused, like he was trying to piece together what was happening. I could feel the tension crackling between the three of us, thick and suffocating.Daniel, always the gentleman, stood up and greeted Victor. “Victor, I didn’t expect to see you here. Isla and I are just having dinner. If you don’t mind, you can join us,” he said casually, his voice calm.I winced. That only made things worse. Victor’s jaw clenched, his eyes darkened, and without a word, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the restaurant.My heart dropped. He misunderstood. He thoughtPanic surged through me. I couldn’t let him walk away like th

VICTOR’S POVThe night I saw Isla with Daniel at the restaurant, I wasn’t angry just because they were together. Maybe I was a little. And maybe, deep down, jealousy had crept into my chest before I could push it away.But that wasn’t the real reason I was furious.The true source of my anger was the crushing loss I had suffered just hours, sitting at that same restaurant.A deal that should have been locked in, one that had taken months of careful planning and negotiations, had been ripped away from me in an instant.And not just by any company—but by an unknown, faceless entity that no one could seem to trace.Losing a business deal wasn’t new to me. It happened in the corporate world—contracts slipped away, competitors outbid each other, companies found better offers. That was just business.But this? This didn’t feel like business.It felt personal.I had spent years building Sterling Corporation into what it was today. I had worked harder than anyone else, made the right connectio

VICTOR POV The moment I ended the call, I knew the battle was just beginning. Stratos Corporation wasn’t a company that played fair, and they were coming for everything we had built. It wasn’t just about business—it was war. A war that could shake the very foundation of my company if I didn’t act swiftly. I needed a plan. I needed control. Without hesitation, I called for an urgent board meeting. Every major shareholder, department head, and executive was summoned. I refused to let panic set in. We needed to act, and we needed to act now. The conference room was already buzzing with murmurs when I arrived. Some board members were tense, while others tried to mask their worry with unreadable expressions. Isla was seated near the front, her posture straight and composed, though I could tell she was on edge. I took my seat at the head of the table and steeled my voice as I spoke. “We have a problem,” I announced, my tone sharp and unwavering. “Stratos Corporation popularly know as