All Chapters of Taming Mr Billionaire : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Daniel POV The night felt heavier than usual. I stood in front of the mirror, straightening the cuffs of my jacket, hating every second of this. Fake smiles. Fake stories. Fake love. The thoughts lingered deeply in my head. And the worst part? I was volunteering for it. For her. For Vanessa. I gritted my teeth and ran a hand through my hair. The dark navy suit clung too tightly to my frame, like it knew this whole thing was a goddamn lie. The media crew was already on stage in the studio, setting up lights, microphones, banners with the movie’s logo plastered across them. I glanced at my watch. Any minute now. Wendy had insisted on doing the interview in their studio, all glamorous and public. Because God forbid she missed an opportunity to flaunt her “perfect life” to the world. I heard her heels clicking down the hall backstage before I saw her. Wendy swept into the room, a vision of strategic perfection—silver gown clinging to her like a second sk

Vanessa’s POV May 1st A new month. Four more months to go before my fate with Edward would be decided. Four more months before the contract that bound us together — and quietly unraveled everything inside me — would end. Nine more days before Liam’s birthday. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at my phone. The soft morning light filtered through the large windows of the mansion, painting everything in pale gold. Spring was in full bloom outside, but inside me, a quiet storm raged. I was supposed to be excited. Planning a birthday party for my son should’ve filled me with happiness and energy. It was his first real celebration since we moved here, and for the first time, I had the chance to give him something magical. But the question gnawed at me: Should it be big, or intimate and simple? Did Liam need balloons, crowds, clowns, and photographers? Or did he just need a backyard, a cake, and the people who loved him? I pulled my knees up to my chest, thinking

Vanessa POV The city lights moved past me like a blur through the tinted windows of my car, but my mind was stuck. Somewhere between Edward’s mouth on mine and the rough whisper of his voice still echoing in my ear. “You’re my peace." I hadn’t said anything back. I couldn’t. Not because I didn’t feel something. I did. God, I did. But because when a man like Edward says something like that, it demands more than a casual response. It demanded the kind of answer that changed everything. I pressed my fingers to my lips, still swollen from his kiss, as the car eased past the bridge. Donovan drove with soft r&b music filling the environment, giving me space, as always. I was grateful for it. My body guard, Harris, sat beside him to accompany me too. Because right now, I was shaking inside. The feel of Edward’s hot body on mine… the way his fingers moved with both hunger and reverence… how his lips had claimed my skin, like he was afraid I’d vanish if he didn’t taste me deep e

Vanessa POVIt was 4:03 a.m. when I heard the front door open.I hadn’t slept.Not after that text. Not after the way my body still burned from Edward’s touch in his office, the way he whispered filth and reverence in the same breath. My mind kept replaying every second of it, his fingers inside me, his mouth against my skin, the ache he left behind when he walked away.Now he was here.I heard the muffled voices. Donovan checking in, Edward’s low reply, and then the soft thud of his shoes moving through the house like he belonged to it.To me.I sat up in bed, my heartbeat thudding in my chest, every nerve on edge. The short silk night dress I wore clung to my skin, too thin, too teasing. My thighs pressed together instinctively, still sensitive, still wanting.The bedroom door creaked open.And there he was.Edward stepped into the moonlit room like something out of a fever dream, his shirt rumpled, his sleeves rolled to the elbows, his hair tousled like he’d run his hands through i

May 10th - Liam’s BirthdayVanessa POVThe house had been a whirlwind the last few days—balloons, custom cake sketches, guest lists, back-and-forth texts between Bella, Mandi, and myself. I’d barely slept more than four hours a night leading up to today. But when I looked at Liam that morning, his sleepy eyes lighting up as I whispered “Happy Birthday,” it felt like all of it was worth it.My baby was five. Five years of joy, chaos, love, and pain bundled into the small, bright-eyed boy who was now jumping on his bed shouting, “I’m five, I’m five!”I should have been over the moon. And I was. Mostly. But a piece of me still floated, weighed down by feelings I didn’t know how to control.The high from my night with Edward hadn’t worn off. If anything, it had made me crave him more. The way he’d touched me, spoken to me, worshiped me, it was different than before. Deeper. More intense. And yet, every time I closed my eyes, I could still see Daniel’s face when he smiled at me, the softne