Lahat ng Kabanata ng Secret affair with the billionaire : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

~ Sebastian's POV ~"We select the best actors for our set," Richard the cast manager said.He stood before me, outlining each of their selective decisions concerning the movie cast. His tone was confident, rehearsed. Clearly, he'd spent hours poring over audition tapes and portfolios.Mike was supposed to be here today, but I’d told him not to bother. I didn’t want him working extra hours on weekends. Besides, there wasn’t much business here today aside from watching the cast rehearse their roles."Let’s see the cast then," I said, rising to my feet.I made my way to the acting hall, where all the actors were already present. The space buzzed with energy, new faces hoping to impress, familiar ones eager to maintain their spot.Some were dressed elegantly, fitting their roles like they’d lived them for years. Others looked less put together—method actors, perhaps, or just underprepared. Hard to say."Sebastian Hartley?" the ladies gushed as I made my way down the stairs.Their eyes li

~ Helen’s POV ~The zoo was… well, exactly as I expected. Loud, crowded, and honestly not my thing. I didn’t really enjoy it much, but Lisa and Zara? They had the time of their lives. Their eyes sparkled at the sight of every animal, from the tall, graceful giraffes to the cheeky monkeys swinging from branch to branch. They giggled and took endless pictures, even convincing me to pose beside a sleepy lion—which, let me tell you, was not on my list of things to do today.After we had roamed almost every corner of the zoo, seen all the animals we could, and stopped at nearly every photo booth and snack stand, we finally decided to head back home. I took out my phone to check the time as we walked toward the exit, and the digital numbers on the screen made me do a double take.5:00 PM?Had we really been out that long? I blinked at the time, as if staring hard enough would change it."How long did we stay out?" I muttered aloud, mostly to myself.The taxi ride home was... fast, to say th

~ Helen’s POV ~The incessant ringing of my alarm jolted me from my sleep. I groaned softly, my eyes fluttering open to the soft glow of daylight that filtered through my thin curtains. For a second, I just lay there, blinking at the ceiling, trying to gather the fragments of a dream I couldn’t quite remember.I stretched a lazy arm to the side table, fumbling for my phone until my fingers tapped the screen and silenced the alarm. The sudden quiet felt almost too heavy, too sharp. With a sigh, I dragged myself up to sit, stretching my arms over my head until I heard the satisfying crack of my joints.Clearly, I’d been more exhausted from yesterday’s outing than I realized. But it had been worth it—so much laughter, food... and him. The memory of the day washed over me like a warm tide.I got out of bed and moved through the motions: straightening my sheets, doing a bit of sweeping around the room, and heading to the bathroom. A quick, warm shower helped shake off the remaining sleep,

~ Helen's POV ~I had my breakfast, leaving last night's dinner for lunch. Lisa helped me place it in the refrigerator to preserve.Since Mr. And Mrs. Hartley left for their vacation, with Mena leaving also, the mansion has been eerily quiet.Most of the staff relaxed in their duties—the mansion is still sparkling but they had time to themselves.Zara decided to resume her duties as she had mourned enough not to join her late aunt in the other side.I walked to the garden to receive some fresh flowery scented air.Zara was there already, her tool in her hand as she maintained the leaves of the roses carefully.“Can I sit?” I asked, pointing to the white wood garden bench.“Yes please.” She responded, her voice soft and sweet.I sat on the bench, the sweet scent of the flowers filling my nose. The air here is cool and soothing to the skin.While Zara continued with her work, I got lost in my thoughts.Feel free to call me thinker bell.The only sound heard is that of Zara's tools. I le

~ Helen’s POV ~Time was dragging its feet today. Only thirty minutes had crawled by since I stepped into the kitchen, yet it felt like I had been there for hours. Lisa, ever efficient, had already finished preparing breakfast and was now setting the dining table with practiced ease.I helped her, hoping the task would somehow speed up time. Maybe if I stayed busy, the minutes would sprint instead of crawl.And then—like a scene from my dreams—Sebastian descended the staircase.My heart skipped a beat.There he was, looking devastatingly handsome in the ash suit I had picked for him. His tie was crisp, his shoes polished to perfection, and the silver Rolex on his wrist gleamed like a crown jewel. Our eyes locked for a moment, and I felt the air thicken between us.Then Mena trailed in behind him, and just like that, the air turned cold.She’s up this early? Of all days?They took their seats at the dining table, and Lisa began serving them. I turned to walk away, trying to keep a low