Lahat ng Kabanata ng Secret affair with the billionaire : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

~ Sebastian's POV ~We lay beside each other, chests rising and falling in sync, breathing heavily as if we’d just run a marathon…one we didn’t even know we’d signed up for, but desperately needed to win.The silence wasn’t awkward. It was full.Full of tension released.Full of things finally said without words.Full of her.I turned slightly to look at her.Her hair was in a messy bun, loose strands clinging to the sheen of sweat on her forehead. Her eyes were soft, half-lidded, lips parted slightly, still swollen from all the kisses we’d exchanged. She looked like a dream I’d once forgotten I had. And somehow… found again.I didn’t know she could be this spontaneous.I didn’t know she could be this wild.But damn, she rode me like she had something to prove. Like she’d been holding back for far too long and couldn’t do it anymore.Now I get it. That phrase…ride or die? Yeah. That was her tonight.Every moan that escaped her lips was punctuated by something else…an apology.“I’m sor

~ Sebastian's POV ~The more we got intimate, the more I craved her endlessly.Each day she unraveled a new side of me, peeling back layers I thought were lost to time and duty. Her touch, her voice, her gaze. Everything about Helen brought something alive in me. A side I had long buried beneath work, expectations, and the cold logic that ruled my life.It wasn’t just lust anymore. I had passed that threshold.This was something deeper..obsessive, consuming, terrifying, yet utterly exhilarating.And I would have her to myself. Completely.No distractions. No interruptions.She was mine.I got dressed for work that morning, even though she hadn’t laid out my clothes like she usually did. That was okay I wanted her to rest. After last night, she deserved it. We had explored one another in ways that shattered boundaries and reset the tone of what we were.I picked out a tailored grey suit and a black inner shirt, pairing it with a silver tie. Sleek and sharp. I glanced in the mirror as I

~ Sebastian’s POV ~I left the office to eat lunch at a restaurant not too far from the building.Mike tagged along, as he usually did. I liked his company, not too talkative, not too stiff. He knew how to balance the line between assistant and sometimes a friend, and I respected that.We entered the modest but elegant spot tucked away on the quieter side of the avenue. The space was warm, modern, and filled with the soft hum of conversations and clinking cutlery. A waiter led us to a booth by the window.Mike slid into his seat, adjusting his tie, while I leaned back in mine, stretching out a little. I hadn't realized how tense I’d been all morning. Maybe last night’s intense release had something to do with the lingering heaviness behind my eyes. Or maybe it was the thoughts that hadn't stopped spinning since Helen walked out of my room.We gave our orders. I asked for grilled steak with mashed potatoes and a glass of red wine. Mike went for a Caesar salad and lemon water seems to b

~ Sebastian’s POV ~Mena is something else.She’s taken immaturity to a whole new level.Now she doesn’t greet me. Doesn’t even spare me a glance. Let alone talk to me.She walks past me like I’m invisible….like I’m not the same brother who has always had her back. Not the one who defended her all her life, even when she was wrong.It’s almost laughable.She has no clue when she’s at fault, and even when she’s clearly wrong, she acts like the victim.The way she harassed Helen that day… it still makes my blood boil.Dragging her by the arm, accusing her of things she didn’t even try to understand.Helen wasn’t doing anything wrong—nothing that deserved that level of aggression. Over a fucking shopping bag I clearly bought for Helen myself.And yet, when I stepped in, when I scolded her like the child she was behaving like, I became the bad guy.Now she’s angry. Giving me the silent treatment. Tossing glares from across the room.I’m supposed to be the one angry, not her.She left a v

~ Helen's POV ~The gentle hum of conversation and the occasional sound of silverware clinking against fine china filled the dining room. Warmth swirled in the air not from the food alone but from the presence of the Hartleys, gathered together like the close-knit family they were. For a moment, it felt like something from a movie, the kind where everything looks perfect from the outside.I stood by the hallway, just far enough to stay unnoticed, observing the way Mr. Hartley laughed at something his wife had said, how Mrs. Hartley gently touched his arm as she spoke, and how Sebastian, though quiet, wore a rare soft smile. There was something deeply comforting about it all. The kind of moment that wrapped around your heart and squeezed tightly and unexpectedly.It reminded me of my family.We didn’t have a mansion. We didn’t have expensive cutlery or candlelit dinners. But we had love. Real, raw, undeniable love. The kind you feel in the way your mother smooths your hair back before