Semua Bab IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE : Bab 51 - Bab 60

VICTOR’S POVI sat in my office, gripping the edge of my desk. My mind wasn’t on the paperwork in front of me—it was on the conversation I’d just had with Damian Lannister.Titan Holdings had made their intentions clear. They weren’t just trying to buy my company—they were trying to silence me. “Speaking of your grandfather’s legacy, the only way your company will remain standing is if you stop digging into how he ended up in prison. Let the case sleep, and we will leave you, your company, and your loved ones alone.”The moment those words left Damian’s mouth, I knew this wasn’t just business. This was a warning.A threat.And I didn’t take threats lightly.Instead of heading home, I drove straight back to my office. The streets of New York were alive as usual, but I barely noticed. My mind was racing, piecing things together.Inside the office, most of the staff had left for the day. The silence was almost suffocating, but I welcomed it. I needed space to think.I sat at my desk, fl

VICTOR'S POVEver since Damian walked into my office and threatened me, I had been extra careful. I could sense the danger in the air, lingering like a shadow. Strange vehicles had been tailing me. Sometimes it was a black SUV parked across the street from my company, other times, headlights followed me for too long before disappearing. I told Daniel about it, and he took my concerns seriously. He assigned two undercover cops to follow me discreetly, ensuring my safety. I considered hiring private security, but I didn’t want to draw unnecessary attention. I had to play smart.That evening, I was driving back from a meeting with a high-profile investor at one of the city’s luxury hotels. The meeting had gone well, but my mind was elsewhere. Damian’s threats had been echoing in my head, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen. As I drove through the quiet road leading back to my penthouse, I noticed a black SUV in my rearview mirror. It had been behind me for

ISLA’S POVI had been receiving a lot of text messages from Damian lately. If he wasn’t texting, he was calling, and when we talked, the conversations lasted longer than I expected. At first, I thought it was just friendly interest, but the more we spoke, the more I realized how fascinated he was with me. It wasn’t just casual curiosity—he seemed determined to know everything about me, from my childhood to my job, my habits, my dreams, and even the intricate details of the company I worked for.Sometimes, I brushed it off as harmless. Maybe he was just intrigued because of his love for haute couture and luxury goods—after all, fashion and jewelry were part of his business world. But at other times, something about his curiosity felt… off. It was flattering, yes, but also unsettling. There were moments when his interest in my job and the inner workings of the company felt too intense, almost calculated. Still, I convinced myself it was just my paranoia.We started meeting more frequent

VICTOR'S POVIsla had suspected my "accident" was a lie. She hadn't said it outright, but I could see it in her eyes, in the way she looked at me—too searching, too knowing. She was smart, and I had no doubt she would eventually piece things together. But I couldn’t confirm her suspicions, nor could I tell her the truth.Because if I did, she would learn that I was in this situation because of my grandfather. That I was fighting to get him out of prison because he had been wrongfully accused of a crime that turned her world upside down. Isla’s father’s murder had shattered her life, and even though my grandfather was framed, she wouldn’t care about that—not at first. Justice was justice. And if she knew there was a break in the case, she would want the truth to come out, no matter what.That was the problem.I had hired Isla for a reason—to keep her close, to watch her reactions, to keep control over how much she knew. If she found out the truth, things could spiral out of control, an

VICTOR’S POVThe moment I stepped back into the office, I was greeted by a large "Welcome Back" banner hanging across the main hallway. My employees had gone out of their way to show their support, and I could see the genuine smiles on their faces. Isla was there too, standing near the entrance with a soft expression. For a moment, I let myself feel the warmth of their concern.I nodded in appreciation, acknowledging their efforts, but I didn’t linger. There was work to do.As soon as I stepped into my office, I shut the door behind me, the smile fading from my face. My mind wasn’t on celebrations or kind gestures—I was focused on one thing. Revenge.Damian had underestimated me. That was his mistake.I wasn’t just going to sit back and let him get away with everything he had done. The attack on me was personal, but what he did to those cops, what he had done to so many others, was unforgivable. If he thought he could silence me with intimidation, he was dead wrong.I had already begu