บททั้งหมดของ I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Chloe Eight Years Ago "Break up with him." The spoon in my hand paused midway to my lips. I blinked, my chest tightening at the cold command that echoed across the dinner table. My father's voice was steady, as if he’d simply commented on the weather. He didn’t look up from his newspaper, the rustling pages louder than my pulse. That was the thing about my father. When he focused on something, he poured his entire being into it. And right now, whatever business headline had caught his attention clearly mattered more than the fact that he’d just ripped the ground out from under my feet. I stared at him. My fingers trembled around the spoon. “S-Sir?” I asked, as if I hadn’t heard him correctly. He took a sip of his coffee. “You know what I said, child. Don’t act dumb.” I swallowed, forcing my voice to stay steady. Across the table, I could feel Richard’s eyes on me, watching like the way he always did. I didn’t even want to imagine what was going through that demon’s mind ri

Chloe My heart was pounding so loudly, it felt like it was echoing inside my skull. Each beat thundered through me, as if my body couldn’t quite believe what I’d just done. I stood there, cheeks flushed, hands trembling slightly at my sides. The white dress was a puddle around my feet. I could feel the cool air brush across my skin, but I didn’t look away. I didn’t want to look away. I was vulnerable. More exposed than I had ever been in my life. And yet, I didn’t regret it. Even if everything was going to end tonight, even if this was the last night I could truly call him mine, I wanted to give him this part of me. Most people would probably call it foolish. Maybe even pathetic. But I couldn’t imagine anyone else being my first, especially if that person was going to be my father's choice. His eyes were wide as he stared at me, clearly caught off guard. His gaze slowly dragged down my body, then back up to my face. He looked like he was forcing himself not to look again. He cl

Logan I was going crazy, and losing my damn mind. I’d been through a lot of hard things in my life, being left at the orphanage, sleeping hungry, fighting to survive, clawing my way through school, and worse. But none of it compared to this moment right here. Chloe was beneath me, her skin flushed, her lips swollen from my kiss, and her eyes filled with trust as she trembled beneath me. God, how was I supposed to control myself when she looked at me like I was her entire world? No one’s ever looked at me like that before. Not the first girl I’d been with. That had been a quick, awkward thing back at the orphanage. It was with an older girl. We were both just figuring things out. There was no warmth, or love. It happened in a rush and was never spoken of again. I didn’t know what I was missing back then, but now, with Chloe, fuck, it felt like everything. My cock throbbed with the kind of desperation I hadn’t felt before, I wanted to bury myself so deep inside her that she wou

Chloe Present time I didn’t know why all those memories suddenly flooded my mind. Maybe it was when he said he knew all along that I was forced. Or maybe it was when he said I chose them over him. I couldn’t tell. All I knew was that his words cut deeper than anything else ever had. Because even now, with the truth out in the open, with the reason behind his hatred finally laid bare, I felt nothing but emptiness. All those years. Every ache, every injustice, every day I spent in hell was all because of a misunderstanding. How was I supposed to accept that? How was I supposed to swallow the truth, that if I had just opened my mouth that day, if I had told him everything about my mother, about how they were holding her hostage over my head, maybe our lives would have turned out better. He wouldn’t have grown up carrying the belief that I stayed with those people because he wasn’t enough for me. All I could think about was what if? What if I had told him everything? Would we

Alexander I drummed my fingers on the desk, the taps echoing in the silence. I wasn’t even aware I was doing it until the secretary flinched. The air in the office felt colder than usual.My eyes stayed on my phone.Still no message, or call.Across from me my assistant stood stiff, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He looked like he might pass out. He cleared his throat once, twice, then finally dared to speak.“F-For the department mall project, it’s still under construction, sir. But, uh… the contractors are having issues with that portion of land that hasn’t been secured yet. The woman who owns it won’t take any calls, she blocks every number I contact her with, and refuses to meet.”I didn’t lift my eyes. The corner of my jaw ticked as I leaned back in the chair, eyes narrowing at the blank screen. I finally muttered, “How frustrating.”My secretary let out a strangled noise, misinterpreting the target of my irritation. “I-I’m sorry, sir,” he said, bowing his head. “I did