Semua Bab Hate to Love Your Heart (A Billionaire’s Revenge): Bab 1 - Bab 10

Venessa Hunt sat at the corner table in the crowded cafeteria, her fingers lightly tapping against the edge of her untouched tray. The clatter of trays, the murmur of voices, and the hum of overhead lights filled the space around her, but it all felt distant. She barely noticed the noise, too consumed by the icy silence across the table. Alex Graystone, the man sitting opposite her, looked nothing like a typical billionaire. He was a vision of cold precision, his tailored black suit cutting an almost impervious silhouette against the chaos of the cafeteria. His dark eyes locked onto hers, empty of warmth, calculating, as though she were just another business deal, a formality to be processed. He didn’t smile. Didn’t flinch. His expression was one of total indifference, his gaze piercing yet vacant, like a predator watching a prey he wasn’t quite interested in but knew he could capture without effort. There was no admiration, no warmth. His features were flawless, handsome in a way th

The sound of the paper rustling filled the otherwise silent room as Venessa’s eyes flicked across the contract. She hadn’t been able to bring herself to read it all at once—too much of the weight was too heavy. The parts that had already seemed unreasonable enough had left her with a tight knot in her chest, but now, her eyes froze at the next set of clauses, which seemed to mock her very existence. The ridiculousness of some of the provisions made her stomach twist in disgust. She hadn’t wanted to believe it could get worse, but here it was, laid out before her in cold, unyielding terms. She read them again, her mind struggling to process the absurdity. Clause 32: Sexual Obligations and Freedom of Choice Party B (the Wife) agrees to make herself available at any time for Party A’s (the Husband’s) sexual satisfaction. Should Party A desire intimacy, Party B must comply immediately, regardless of Party B’s personal feelings, state of health, or time of day. Failure to meet Party

Venessa stood outside the towering glass-and-steel skyscraper, the world around her buzzing with the rhythm of the city’s unrelenting pace. The building before her seemed to pierce the sky, a symbol of power, wealth, and success. The polished exterior of Graystone Industries reflected the afternoon sun, casting a cold, almost clinical glow on the streets below. It was one of the most prestigious multinational corporations in the world—synonymous with strength, influence, and, of course, Alex Graystone. Graystone Industries was a monolith in the corporate world, its reach extending to every corner of the globe. The company’s glassy façade was both beautiful and imposing, a testament to the iron-clad grip Alex had on his empire. The sleek, modern structure stretched upwards for what seemed like miles, with the building’s sharp edges and clear windows reflecting the world in an almost perfect mirror. Venessa stood before it now, her fingers tight around the edge of the crumpled bro

A woman, with dark hair flowing in waves, was perched on his lap. Her body was pressed so close to his that the space between them seemed to vanish. She wore a crimson blouse, the fabric clinging tightly to her form, paired with a black skirt that revealed toned legs wrapped around his waist. The woman’s lips were locked with his, her hands threading through his hair as Alex’s own hands roamed, one on her back, the other dangerously close to her waist. They were completely lost in each other, oblivious to everything else in the world.The shock was immediate. Venessa stood frozen in the doorway, her feet suddenly cemented to the floor, her breath short and shallow as if the very air had thickened. The intensity of the moment was so raw, so intimate, that it felt like an invasion of her most private thoughts. She couldn’t pull her gaze away, her mind refusing to make sense of what she was seeing.Her fingers, numb and uncoordinated, lost their grip on her bag. It fell to the floor wit

I watched as Venessa stiffened, her eyes widening slightly, her body tensing in a way that made the air between us thicken with unease. There was a raw, unspoken fear in the way she looked at me—no surprise there. She was trapped, confused, angry, and rightly so. She was still processing everything, still trying to make sense of the mess I’d dragged her into. I’d never seen her so vulnerable, so small in the space between us, her back pressed against the bed as if she could somehow create distance. I could feel her attempt to recoil, her body instinctively pulling away from me, and a strange, unsettling satisfaction flickered in my chest. It wasn’t that I wanted to hurt her—it was the reality that she was still here. That she was still mine to control, even if she didn’t understand it yet. I moved toward her, deliberately slow, watching the way her breath caught in her throat. Her gaze darted to the door as if she could escape, but she knew better. I wasn’t going to let her go. Not