All Chapters of Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

"How do you do, Honey?" Lucas' whisper in my ear with his hand wrapped around my stomach sounded so sensual. I really liked this man's voice especially when he whispered like this. The blood in my body heats up. A heat that makes me want to feel his warmth immediately.However, I can't. I'm already late for work. No matter how much I wanted to curl up in a blanket with this man, I couldn't miss my work."I'm making pancakes. This is the only breakfast I can cook today," I replied."Hmm." He murmurs right in the crook of my neck."Luke," I tried to avoid. "I'm late."Lucas exhales harshly. "Okay," he says.Somehow, no matter what the circumstances, Lucas never protested if something annoying involved my work. He would understandably let me get on with what I was doing.I smiled. After that, we passed breakfast quietly. At nine o'clock, I arrived at work.Natty was already at the cash register.I wasn't late, but my arrival was out of the ordinary. Normally, I would arrive at least fift

Chloe, the store manager, pointed out various things for us to do. Even things that don't exist, she makes them exist. The neat clothes, she asked us to iron them to make them more presentable. The floor that we had been cleaning since morning was mopped again. He said Richard Smith's arrival at the store was a blessing, and it had to be prepared perfectly.Damn it! She rarely even shows up at the shop. How could she come today with such a myriad of annoying orders! Unfortunately, I had spent all my energy crying all night, so I had no energy to argue with her. As a result, I couldn't control my sweat because I had to run here and there. Cleaning A to Z.Natty wasn't much different. She complained a lot-shedding her frustration towards Chloe while doing her job. "If I ever become Richard Smith's second wife, the first thing I'll do is fire that damn Chloe!"I laughed at his rant. Life is really hard on people like us. These three years have really taught me a very valuable lesson beca

I closed the door to my room slowly, leaving Lucas and Jennifer in their confusion. Rachel looked at me for a moment, like she wanted to say something, but didn’t open her mouth. I signaled her not to follow—I needed some time alone. My steps echoed along the office hallway, ignoring the stares of the employees who might have overheard the conversation.My head is full of strategies. I could no longer let them think that I was just a woman left over from the past. This time, I wasn’t just going to take back what was mine. However, I made sure they lost more than just their comfortable position. Everything must be rooted out.I stopped at the 10th floor balcony, taking a deep breath. The wind swept through my hair, refreshing my overcrowded head. My gaze swept over the bustling city streets, but my mind drifted far away, to the painful past.Three years ago, I didn’t even have enough money for a decent lunch. My energy was milked dry. The first year of living as the wife of a Lucas who

I stare at my reflection in the glass of the large, quiet office. This is my room now—a place I used to be able to see only from a distance, when I was a sales woman who was yelled at by customers just because the clothes didn't fit. Back then, my life was all about survival. Now, I decide who deserves to survive.But power is not a cure. It's just a tool. And what I need more now is balance. I can't just take revenge, even though my whole body still holds that grudge in its veins.There was a soft knock on the door. Rachel entered with a cautious face."Excuse me, ma'am. I have a guest who would like to speak with you privately. No appointment."I sighed. Another person another information? I know it’s actually good for my business, but, you know, it confuses me everytime people come with something I needed even without I ask."Who?"Rachel hesitated for a moment before answering. "A woman named... Fiona. She said she knew Lucas. And you."I felt my blood rise a little to my h

I’m back sitting in my room, accompanied by a pile of documents and meeting notifications that keep coming. But my mind is not entirely here. Ever since that brief meeting yesterday, Matthias König’s name has been ringing in my mind.It's not that he's friendly or familiar—it’s quite the opposite. He’s like an enigma. And I… am not the type to leave riddles unanswered.At three in the afternoon, Rachel knocked on the door.“Ms. Sara, there is a meeting with a logistics vendor, regarding the integration of the new warehouse and expedition system. Their representatives are already on the 10th floor.”I almost said ‘no’, until Rachel added, “The representative is Matthias König. He said it’s better for you to hear it in person.”My heart beat an extra beat.“Please send him to the executive team meeting room. I’ll come later,” I said flatly, trying to keep my tone neutral.Rachel nodded and went out.When I entered the meeting room, Matthias was already standing in front of the screen,