All Chapters of Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The days passed more quietly than usual.Not because the corporate world was demanding, but because I was strangely fighting everything alone. My relationship with Vera and Tommy strengthened. The legal team started to open up more. And in the midst of it all, one thing surprised me the most: I began to feel at peace. Even when the war wasn’t over. And I know where that calmness comes from.From the one man who never tried to change me. Never tried to save me. Just present, as a space to breath.Matthias König.We haven’t seen each other since that Sunday morning chat. But our text messages continued. Not flirting, not small talk. Just light conversation—about coffee, about torn shoes, even about how to avoid that annoying director in the elevator.And every time the phone screen lights up with his name, my chest feels lighter.That morning, I entered the room with renewed vigor. Rachel had prepared all the important files. I sat down and opened one white envelope that wasn’t on the

That night, I didn’t go straight home. After the hot kiss that still lingered on my lips, Matthias said nothing. But he didn’t let go of my hand either.“I know you said you weren’t ready,” he said softly, still looking at me from the sofa that was now the first witness to this yet-to-be-named feeling. “But if you want to stay for a while… I’ll be quiet. We can just sit. Or be quiet together.”I took a deep breath. The outside world feels far away. The office, Lucas, the system, the betrayal… all seemed to be stuck at the entrance of this house.“I don’t want to be alone tonight,” I whispered honestly. He doesn’t ask questions. Didn’t judge. Just got up slowly and said, “I’ll make you tea. You like chamomile, right?”I nodded.A few minutes later, we were sitting side by side on the floor, our backs against the sofa. Tea mugs in hand, legs crossed, and an instrumental jazz playlist playing softly in the background.“You always know what I need, even before I do know I nees it,” I mut

Our last sunset at the villa came slowly, as if it knew: this was not just the end of a little escape, but the beginning of something irrevocable. The sky was a golden orange, and the room’s wooden windows framed the light like a living painting.Sitting on the windowsill, wearing only Matthias’ thin sweater. My hair was still wet from my afternoon shower. My skin is still warm from the sun, and my heart is still pounding from… him.Matthias stood behind me. Silently, he moved closer and touched my shoulder. Then his lips touched my neck, slowly, as if asking for permission.“I want to touch you… not just with my hands, Sara. But with my whole self,” he whispered near my ear.I closed my eyes. “I know.”And that night, there was nothing left to hide.We merged like two bodies that had been walking in search of each other. Every touch was not just about desire, but recognition. My body remembered the way to his body, even before my brain had time to process it. And he… touched me as if

That morning, the office atmosphere was heavier than usual. Like there was something in the air that made everyone move a little faster, speak a little more quietly. I walked towards my room, the employees' eyes occasionally glancing over-maybe because of the audit report that was circulating, or maybe because of the rumors that started to quietly float about my closeness with the new vendor. But I didn't care. My focus is only one: Perry. Rachel came in with a cup of coffee and a quiet whisper. "Ms. Sara, Ferry asked to meet this afternoon. He said... about 'clarifying the report'." I smiled slightly. "Let's let him talk. And let's listen carefully to who he's really defending." Rachel nodded and went out. *** That afternoon, Ferry arrived. His face was tense, the collar of his shirt damp with sweat despite the air-conditioned room. He carried a tablet and a thick folder, looking like someone trying to save himself with documents. "Ms. Sara, I... I just want to straighten out

That morning, the atmosphere in the office seemed ordinary. Too ordinary.I've been around long enough to know: sometimes calm is a sign of a storm that's quietly shaping itself.Rachel entered with a slightly strange expression, carrying the daily business newspaper and a tablet."There's something you should see," she said, placing the tablet on my desk.I opened the screen.One big headline from one of the economic news portals appeared:"Smith Inc. Questioned: Young CEO Too Emotional to Handle Restructuring?"Under that headline, there was a long article, full of "anonymous quotes" from "internal sources" criticizing the way I handled vendor replacement, internal audits, and "unilateral policies" that they said could threaten the stability of the company.I read it calmly. There wasn't a single direct accusation. Everything was wrapped in the form of a question, as if it was "just an analysis", not an attack.But I knew who was behind this.Lucas.He's starting to stir up the opin