All Chapters of Billionaire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I thought I could forget Elise's face after one night.But in fact, her words kept settling in my head like ink staining clear water."We talked about getting married...""She was too scared..."I knew Matthias wasn't a man who lived in the past. But Elise wasn't just an ex. She was a reminder that I wasn't his first love.And that night, in my apartment, I stared at Matthias for a long time as we sat together. Not in an embrace, but in silence."Do you have anything to tell me about Elise?" I asked finally.He sighed softly. "Do you want to hear everything... or just what you need to know?""Everything."He looked at me. "We were together for two years. In Berlin. A relationship full of conflict, but also full of hope. She was ambitious, smart, and stubborn. I... wasn't ready then. Not because he was wrong, but because I wasn't done with myself."I listened. My body was tense. But my face remained calm."We almost got married," He continued. "But I knew that if I forced it, it wouldn'

That morning, Rachel walked into my office with an iPad in her hand and a serious look on her face."Elise is featured in The Sunday Post. An exclusive interview. It's already gone viral."I took the iPad from her. On the screen was Elise's captivating face with a large headline:"Women Should Not Weaponize Pain to Gain Power." — An exclusive conversation with Elise Wagner.I read quickly. Every paragraph seemed curated for one target: me. "I believe women don't need to drag personal stories into the public eye to convince people. We can do it with real work." "Some people use the 'inherited trauma' narrative as a shield. But does that build or just add drama to the public sphere?" "Matthias König and I have a deep history, but I don't bring personal emotions into the professional realm."I placed the iPad down gently.My face was calm. But my heart was pounding like a war drum.Rachel sat across from me. "Do you want us to release a clarification? Or request a right of reply?"

I woke up to a small noise coming from the kitchenette. At first, I thought Matt was just thirsty. But when I got up and opened the bedroom door, I saw him standing in the middle of the living room, lighting small candles placed on the floor, forming... the letters S and M. “Matt?” He turned around. His face was nervous. But his eyes... were so soft.“I know this is sudden. But I also know you don’t like big scenarios and hidden cameras.” He stepped closer. Then he pulled a small black box from his pocket. My hands started trembling. “Sara… I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” He knelt down.“I don’t need you to be perfect, or fully ready. I just need one thing—the chance to walk with you, without the question ‘until when.’” I froze. My eyes were hot. But my heart… was in chaos. And when he opened the box, revealing a simple gold ring… I cried. “Matt…” His voice was hoarse. Almost breaking.“I love you. I care about you. But…” He looked at me. Still

Three days after that night—the night when Matt and I reconnected honestly and deeply—I received a private message from someone I didn't expect.Sara, I want to talk to you in person. Not about the foundation, not about business. But about the future of the country.— Nathaniel Aryasatya.His name was starting to appear frequently in the media. A young politician, idealistic, intelligent, and progressive. People called him the “fresh breath of national politics.” And now he… was inviting me to talk.We met in a private room of a quiet restaurant in the SCBD area. Nathaniel arrived in a simple suit, without a tie. But his eyes were sharp and direct.“I won’t beat around the bush,” he said, crossing his arms. “This country needs a face that the public can trust. It needs a voice that can speak about women… without sounding patronizing or diplomatic.” I looked at him calmly. “And you think I can be that voice?” He smiled. “Not just can. You already are. I just want to bring you int

At five in the morning, Jakarta was not yet fully awake. But the road to Soekarno-Hatta was already busy as usual.In the car, Matthias and I sat in silence. Not because there was nothing to talk about, but because everything had already been said. All that remained was... the hanging air.I glanced at the clock.1 hour and 45 minutes before boarding.30 minutes before he goes through the gate.Maybe… 10 minutes before I explode.But I won’t cry now because today isn’t about goodbye. Today… is about courage.***We arrived at the international terminal. Matt takes out his black suitcase. I helped him secure his backpack to the trolley.He looked at me. “You don’t have to come inside.” I looked back at him. “Do you think I’d just drop you off like a Grab driver?” He laughed. But his eyes started to well up. We entered the check-in area. Then the immigration queue. I knew the final point would be at the glass partition—where people wave goodbye, force smiles, and wish time would t