All Chapters of A Night With The Drugged Billionaire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Silence had wrapped around the VIP table like plastic wrap.The smile on Vivian's face faltered as the realization settled in. Eva's grip on her hand was firm, calm, deliberate, and her voice had sliced through the tension like a knife."Hi, homewrecker."Daniel blinked. Dorian's brow furrowed, gaze flicking between the women."What did you just call me?" Vivian yanked her hand back, scandalized."I'm sure you're not deaf. And if you are," Eva gestured lazily at Daniel, "the cheater beside you can translate."Dorian stiffened. "Cheater?"Vivian rolled her eyes. "Listen here, I'm not the reason you can't keep a man.""I have no interest in keeping a man who doesn't want to be kept," Eva replied."Hold on, ladies," Dorian started, lifting his hands to calm them, but Vivian cut him off, eyes squinting with recognition."Wait... I knew it." Her voice rose an octave, drawing attention from other tables. "Daniel! This is him! This is the guy from that nasty video years ago. Your boss is one

Eva was impressed the moment Hugo pulled up in front of a sleek, modern high-rise. The entrance alone looked like something out of a luxury magazine. She knew Dorian had money, of course, but this was more than wealth. His home exuded power, class, and quiet authority, the kind of place that whispered prestige rather than screamed it.As soon as the car stopped, Dorian stepped out and walked around to open her door. Hugo gave them both a polite nod."Have a good night, sir," Hugo said before driving off toward his own residence, which Eva assumed must be somewhere nearby on the estate."Wow," she breathed, gazing up at the building. "You never cease to amaze me."Dorian reached for her hand and gently laced their fingers together as they walked toward the entrance. "You're easy to impress.""No, I'm just not used to being with someone who lives like Bruce Wayne," she teased.He chuckled and scanned his fingerprint at the door. The sleek lobby inside was surprisingly quiet, softly lit

The warmth of the early morning sunrise crept through the glass windows of Dorian's modern, sleek dwelling, releasing a golden glow across his bedroom. The soft light kissed the walls, floor, and bed where Eva lay nestled beside him. Her soft body molded perfectly against his, her warmth sinking into his skin and spreading comfort through every inch of him.Dorian's heart smiled before his lips did. He tightened his arm around her, breathing in the subtle scent of her hair, which smelled faintly of lavender and sleep. She stirred lightly, shifting in the bed, and cuddled up closer to him, pressing her face against his chest. It made him feel like the king of the world, like he had everything he needed right there in his arms.He watched her eyes slowly flutter open, her lashes blinking lazily as a small, delicate yawn escaped her lips."Good morning," Dorian said, voice husky and affectionate.Eva stretched and smiled, a soft, sleepy grin that made his chest swell."Good morning," she

Eva and Leeann had just wrapped up a long meeting discussing how to handle the Daniel fiasco. Eva leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples with tired fingers. The stress was beginning to take its toll, and the situation was only escalating."I think the next step is to get my lawyer involved," Eva finally said. Her voice was steady, but there was an unmistakable edge of frustration. "Daniel has gone too far with his lies.""I completely agree," Leeann replied, nodding firmly. "This isn't something that can be handled in-house anymore. He's crossed every line imaginable."After lunch, Eva's lawyer arrived at her office. A well-dressed, no-nonsense woman in her early forties, Ms. Bryant wasted no time getting down to business."My professional advice," Ms. Bryant said after reviewing the situation, "is to file a civil lawsuit for defamation of character, reputational harm, emotional distress among other charges. You have a strong case. The evidence is already substantial, and his o

It was raining cats and dogs when Eva went to pick up Elijah from school. The heavy downpour made the roads shimmer like silver ribbons, and water splashed up from the tires as she carefully maneuvered her car into the parking lot. Her windshield wipers struggled to keep up with the rain, and the sky above was a dull and dark gray.Clutching her umbrella, Eva rushed through the puddles to the main building. Her shoes were soaked by the time she stepped inside, but she barely noticed. She was already scanning the room for her little boy.She found Elijah still in his classroom, sitting at his table with a book opened in front of him. Most kids his age preferred an endless collection of toys, but not Elijah. Books were his world. Even before he could talk, Eva had noticed his fascination with them. She remembered those nights spent reading "Goodnight Moon" and "Where the Wild Things Are" while his tiny fingers traced the pictures on each page.Miss Daye, his teacher, was at her desk sor