Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Little Monster: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Chapter 72 Rachel’s POV I sat alone in the living room, and the smell of grilled chicken swarmed into my nostrils. Sarah was making meals. A few minutes later, she came out fully dressed with Mr. Frank. “Ellien, darling, are you sure you aren’t coming with us?” Sarah asked, worry clearly written across her face. I flashed a smile at her. “I’ll be fine. You’re not even sleeping over there.” I didn’t want to go because—what? I was sure it would be a whole lot of drama. Mr. Frank was officially meeting Sarah’s family. It made me wonder slightly what her children looked like. “I made you food. You should eat once you get hungry,” she added, and I nodded. Mr. Frank waved at me, and I smiled brightly back since I couldn’t wave because of the cast on my broken hand. It had been a few days since I was discharged from the hospital, and honestly, my life felt different—making me constantly reconsider my choices, especially where someone like Mira was concerned. She was never

Chapter 74 Rachel’s POV Sophie sat across from me, her eyes fixed tightly on my face, traces of grease smeared across her lips from the hamburger she was biting into. I tried to ignore her stare and focus on my own burger, but when I could no longer pretend not to notice, I sighed and finally looked up. “Do I have something on my face?” I asked. Sophie—J’s receptionist and a good friend of mine—had been joining me for lunch at the company cafeteria. It had been a few days since I returned to the company after my broken hands and legs had healed. “Finally, you’re saying something, Ellien,” she said, dropping her hamburger and straightening up. She examined my face carefully and asked, “Did you have a fight with someone?” “You’ve been so cold these days, Ellien. You hardly interact with anyone, including the boss. Did you fight with him? Did he say something bad—something out of line to you?” she sighed and leaned back, rolling her eyes. “I know how bad his mouth can get.”

Chapter 76 Rachel’s POV What I wasn’t supposed to see? What exactly was it that I wasn’t supposed to see—that Jacob had been sleeping with Ellien all along? My voice trembled. “What’s going on here, please? Someone should explain to me.” It sounded stupid, but I still blurted it out. I was hoping it was just a nightmare—a crazy one at that. “It seems like you’re not getting it, Rachel,” Ellien scoffed, now slipping out of the bed, grabbing a robe, and putting it on. And of course, I really didn’t. I didn’t get anything that was happening at the moment. Ellien was supposed to be at home, hiding—not here, sleeping with my lover. The man I knew as Jacob. And Jacob loved me. Wholeheartedly. He would never cheat on me. Not with anyone—especially not with my sister, who had maltreated me and treated me like trash my whole life. “Jacob belongs to me. He was always mine from the beginning. I only gave him to you to play with for a while,” Ellien snapped, right in my face.

Chapter 78 Rachel’s POV I could no longer leave, especially when Sarah insisted I be her matron of honor. Seeing her happiness, I didn’t want to destroy it, so I decided to wait and leave after the wedding. “I already asked them to bring in a dress for you, Ellien. I’m sure you’ll like it,” Sarah smiled brightly at me. My gaze fell on J, but I didn’t say a word. Later at the company—at lunchtime—I was alone on a park bench shaded by a tree, enjoying the lunch packed by Sarah while making a rough sketch of a luxurious bedroom in my sketchbook. With my gaze fixed on the walls of the bathroom and toilet suite, weighing the pros and cons, I reached out for the Carrot Cake Bites and gently took a bite, which immediately melted in my mouth. My eyes shone with happiness at the delicacy. I quickly stretched out my hand to take another, but my brows furrowed almost immediately. My fingers met emptiness in the lunchbox. The snack was supposed to be five. I counted it right before taking

Chapter 80 Rachel’s POV Everyone stood frozen, staring at the scene. I bent down to her level and whispered, “What are you doing here?” I needed to know if there had been some mix-up. The man I’d assumed was her father earlier stood quietly behind her, watching me. “I showed my father your sketch after you left—and he loved it too,” Iris giggled, pointing to Mr. Smith. She was indeed the daughter Mr. Smith had been talking about, surprising me completely. “You made that sketch?” the old man’s voice rang above me. I finally stood up and met his gaze. “It was just a casual sketch I made for her during lunch. I didn’t—” “I’ve been searching everywhere for the perfect design for my daughter’s room. I must confess, that was excellent work. I’m looking forward to building around that sketch, Ms. Ellien.” I glanced at J, who was clearly stunned by everything unfolding. “We’ll have the presentation and pitch ready by next week, Mr. Smith,” Mrs. Maya stepped in, a wide smile spreadin