All Chapters of Falling For My Billionaire Captor: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Ian’s POVThe room was packed—executives, lawyers, shareholders, even a few smug interns pretending they belonged. Everyone looked polished, precise, pretending they weren’t all silently judging the delay. The air was stiff with anticipation, sharp like glass about to shatter.I couldn’t sit still. The deal was moments from collapsing. The final signature? Mia’s. The genius behind the entire project. The brains, the blueprint, the only one who could pull it off. And she was nowhere.I checked my phone. Nothing. Not even a ghost of a delivered message."Where the hell is she?" I mumbled, pacing behind the long glass table while everyone avoided my eyes.I stepped out of the conference room, heart hammering in my throat. The hallway felt colder. I dialed her again—voicemail. Again. Straight to voicemail.“Pick up, Mia. Come on…”Fifth call. Sixth. I stared at the screen as if it owed me answers.Still nothing.My throat tightened. I called her mother.“Ian?” she answered, surprised. “Mi

Mona’s POVI drove slowly down the winding gravel driveway until I reached the small, rusted gate, its hinges creaking in protest as I pushed it open. With a deep breath, I stepped out of the car, the sun filtering through the branches of the ancient oak trees that lined the path to the apartment. As I approached the door, an unsettling weight settled in my chest. It swung wide open, a gaping mouth that seemed to beckon me into the unknown.“Mom?” I called out, my voice trembling slightly, but the silence that enveloped the space was deafening. A cold shudder ran down my spine, and panic began to seep into my bones. I stepped inside, my heart racing, and started to search every room, each corner cloaked in shadows. The familiar scent of her lavender candles hung in the air, but it felt oddly suffocating.I raced up the staircase, calling her name with increasing desperation. "Mom!" My voice echoed in the stillness, cracking under the strain of worry. But there was no response. With ev

Ian‘s POVThat's all she wanted, to be fucked by her ex, how many people allowed their ex to fuck then in an office.“Ian…”I didn’t let her finish, as I pressed my thumb lightly against her lip, silencing her before I took over the position, leaned farther down so we were face-to-face. My warm breath fanned over her cheek, my mouth so close to hers it would only take me tilting my chin down a little to kiss my crazy, asshole ex.“You’re playing with fire, Mai,” I murmured, my voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.“Then burn me, Ian.” Yup… she went there. She said that.“Maybe I like the pain of your Cock,” she added, unable to stop me. And then I growled, and my lips were on hers.Her hands came up, clutching the front of my shirt and pulling me closer as she pressed back against the couch, my body pinning hers to the piece of furniture.“God” she muttered, I don't know if she was about to get fucked by what exactly.Faster than I could expect, I had her off the c

Mia’s POVI carefully arranged my clothes on the table, smoothing out the fabric and contemplating the day ahead. As I stretched my body to alleviate the ache that had begun to settle in my shoulders and lower back, a satisfied smile crept onto my lips. The reflection staring back at me in the mirror was undeniably me—confident, determined. With a whisper barely escaping my lips, I reassured myself, "Ian was always mine." I reached up, running my fingers through my hair to smooth out any tangles, before taking a deep, steadying breath. After a moment of quiet self-reflection, I steeled myself and stepped out to face the thrumming energy of the waiting crowd.As I made my way out of the office, the hushed murmurs of the business partners enveloped me like a thick fog, their words laced with a mixture of expectation and criticism. I could feel their eyes darting towards me, a palpable air of disapproval emanating from their collective gaze. The unspoken tension lingered in the air, and

Mona povI leaned back against the door, my body trembling with a mix of rage and heartbreak. Ian's frantic pleas and hollow apologies seeped through the wooden barrier that separated us, but I made a conscious effort to block him out. How could he? How could he humiliate me in such a way? He had chosen to cheat on me with her—Mai, of all people!A bitter laugh slipped from my lips, the sound jarring and echoing off the stark walls of my room. Did Ian honestly think he could just saunter back into my life, toss out a few empty words of remorse, and expect me to forgive him? As if! I would rather crawl through the depths of despair than ever consider giving him another chance.My mind replayed the scene from earlier, and I cringed at the memory of my vulnerability. I had trusted him completely, poured my heart and soul into our relationship, believing it was built on love and fidelity. And what had he done? He had shattered it all for a fleeting moment of excitement with his ex-girlfri