All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Atonement : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter Fifty-one—Lies..it’s all lies(2) The international business summit. The one time Justin felt the most fulfilled, not the Forbes ball, not wining an award, not by the amount he got paid every month. Just the summit, and the speech he has to give. Belinda was effective, returning with a new suit from Armani which she claimed was hard to get with his measurements and all, she had to bribe the sales attendant just to get a custom suit in his size. He was satisfied with the result as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, hoisted at the far end of his new office. He liked what he saw. “Let’s go Belinda.” He muttered, checking his watch to see they only had an hour left. The drive to the grand hotel was only thirty minutes away and he definitely didn’t want to be late. Belinda, famished and tried from the errand she just ran blinked, “Sir??” “You’re coming with me.” He muttered, brushing past her as he made for the exit. She would ra

Chapter Fifty-three—Clearing the Misunderstanding A loud applause erupted all over the room right after Gianna had finished giving her speech. She thanked everyone, bowing in courtesy as she walked down the podium. Just then Justin had made his way back into the room, perfect timing she thought, the devil returns when the Glory is all over. She wanted him to see, the relish in all his past glory, she wanted to see him green with envy. The speech was perfect, the gobsmacked look on his face would’ve been the cherry on top. The bastard cheater, she thought again as their eyes met only for a second. All smiles, as she shook the hands of the other esteemed guests who congratulated her. “Marvelous speech you gave up there.” She heard, her head turned around. Rowan Maldov. A Russian congressman and from an esteemed conglomerate family, Gianna knew him all too well, ruthless in all his nature. Rowan was known for hijacking companies by force, from unsusp

Chapter Fifty-Five—Clearing the Misunderstanding(3) An hour later he paced back and forth in Mason’s apartment. The smell of pot roast in wine reduction and sizzling vegetables wafted into the hair, it made his mouth water but there were more pressing matters at hand. He was angry, and more than angry, he was devastated to be in such a tight position. Summer, that bitch, he thought. She’d gone through extra lengths to sabotage his already condemned relationship with Gianna. It took a lot to get to this point, to get her to look him in the eye and now his past fling had ruined everything. It was one thing for Gianna to think of him as the man who ruined her life, stole her family’s fortune from under her eyes—now she saw him as a cheater. He never looked in the eyes of another woman throughout the course of their marriage, seldomly slept with any of them when it was dissolved. He only had one night of bliss with Summer, one he barely remembered the events of

Chapter Fifty-Seven—The yacht Escapade(2) “I have another house in Monaco, and then a bigger yacht next to my beach house in the Maldives. It’s much bigger than Rowan’s you see.” Gianna listened on, to the endless conversations, and the rich conglomerates bragging about their prized possessions. It was all boring, vain, and very much tone deaf. She almost spoke up in defense who spilled a glass on champagne on the shirt of one of the guests. She wanted to have fun, yet she felt very much suffocated. These people, they all irked her to death. She grabbed another glass of champagne and excused herself for the bathroom, not wanting to be part of another conversation about posh politics, and their relationships with their Pomeranian puppies. She found herself going down the stairs and towards the bilge, in need of a bit of peace of quiet to clear her head. Justin took the opportunity as he also excused himself, weaving through the crowd, ignoring the gr

Chapter Fifty-Nine—Stuck in the moonlight “There’s no us.” “I agree.” He replied, “Its all my fault.” Being in close proximity with him, it hurt too much, more than she expected it to. She had so much to say, she wanted to curse at him, scream at him. She wanted to dig her nails into that perfectly tanned skin of his till spats of blood come out. She remained silent instead, crossing her legs as she looked out the tiny window. It was the only source of light in the room. It was a full moon tonight, its iridescence peering into the room. The night ways formed a perpendicular border, separating the room into two factions. He remained standing, a short distance away from the door. She sat on the edge of the bed. The tension was enough to kill an unsuspecting wasp, heavy and metallic on the tongue. She could already feel it in coming, like a gust of wind. She could already feel her tears coming. No, she told herself. She wouldn’t cr