All Chapters of Tempting A Billionaire : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Jaun The mansion is quiet as I arrive home in the middle of the night, the stillness of the house adding to the weight of the thoughts swirling in my mind. The image of Tyler and Stacey's friend Meg plotting against Stacey looms large in my thoughts, a sense of unease settling in as I climb the stairs, each step heavy with the weight of my concerns. I know Tyler's tactics all too well, his penchant for revenge and manipulation a dangerous combination. The realization dawns on me that he may be seeking revenge from both Stacey and me, his vendetta a looming threat that hangs over our heads. The need to protect Stacey, especially in her fragile state of pregnancy, drives me to keep her safe and shielded from the dangers that lurk in the shadows. Taking a deep breath, I steel myself before entering our bedroom, bracing for the unknown that awaits me on the other side of the door. However, the sight that greets me is unexpected - Stacey's grandparents sitting on the sofa, their f

Stacey I settle into the sunroom with my grandparents, the warm rays of sunlight streaming in through the windows, casting a gentle glow over us as we sip our teas. The familiar comfort of their presence surrounds me, the soft chatter and laughter filling the room with a sense of peace and contentment."So, dear, tell us about this Rafael. What's all this fuss about him?" My grandfather, inquires, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.I take a deep breath, recounting the details that Juan has shared with me about Rafael's actions and intentions. My grandmother listens attentively, her wise gaze filled with concern and understanding. "Stacey, my dear, try not to dwell on it too much. Focus on your health and well-being," she advises, her voice gentle and soothing.Nodding in agreement, I take her words to heart, determined to prioritize my health and happiness above all else. "Grandma, could you cook dinner for us tonight? It would mean the world to me," I request, a smile gracing my lip

Stacey After a rather eventful lunch with Juan and the uncomfortable encounter with Meg, I find myself seeking solace in the quiet sanctuary of my bedroom. The soft light filtering through the curtains casts a gentle glow over the room as I try to process the day's tumultuous events.In the midst of my thoughts, Nancy, the loyal housekeeper, enters the room with a grave expression. "Mrs Martinez, your best friend Rose is here to see you," she informs me, her voice tinged with concern. As Rose enters, her face etched with worry, she wastes no time in taking a seat beside me."Stacey, what's going on? Are you okay?" she inquires, her eyes searching mine for answers. With a heavy sigh, I begin to recount the unsettling encounter with Meg, the weight of the situation settling heavily upon my shoulders.

Stacey When I begin to wake, everything feels strange—like I’m floating between a dream and reality. My body is heavy, weighted down by exhaustion, and there’s a dull, throbbing ache pulsing through me. My head feels foggy, and for a moment, I can’t remember where I am.I blink against the white hospital lights, the sterile smell of antiseptic flooding my senses. My eyes move slowly across the room, and I see them—my grandparents. Sitting side by side near my bed. Their faces look drawn, older somehow, their eyes filled with a kind of sadness I can’t quite place.I try to speak, my voice dry and hoarse. “Where’s Juan?”They look at each other, their expressions flickering with something—hesitation, worry,

TylerMeg kicks the door shut behind her with her heel and drops her soaked coat on my floor like it’s garbage. She doesn’t even ask if she can come in anymore—she owns the space the second she walks into it. There’s a fire in her eyes tonight, hotter than usual. Her jaw is locked. Her fingers twitch like she’s dying to hit something.I know that look. I rise from the couch. “What happened?” She paces once, twice, her boots leaving muddy streaks on the floor. “I saw them again. At the gas station. Laughing. Eating a goddamn candy bar like their mourning has finished.”“Already?” I ask with wide eyes, and Meg sighs deeply before she pushes her body onto the couch, her hair damp from the rain. I know one thing for sure that I have to face them and see t