All Chapters of I Hate You, Mr Billionaire. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

67 Chapters

Chapter One - Fuck, My Clinic

Life has a way of throwing curveballs when you least expect it. One minute, I’m wrapping Mrs. Collins’ sprained ankle begging her to stay still while she rants about how she's fine and how she had some bake orders to attend too. Forgetting the fact that her ankle is the darkest shade of purple I have ever seen.She had to be forced here, to my clinic by the mailman, because apparently calling for help when things are overwhelming is beneath her. I couldn't blame her but this was a serious matter.I was used to the everyday nonsense, a routine I suppose—cranky patients, broken chairs, complaints about bills, and the occasional old man convinced I was robbing him blind. And then next, the universe throws a tantrum right in my face. Because what happened next wasn’t something you could patch up with a band-aid and a tired smile.“Okay, Mrs. Collins, just try not to put any weight on it for a while. It should heal up fine,” I said to her, forcing professionalism into my voice.But I was

Chapter Two - Eviction notice

I barely made to the bus station with Mrs. Collins without having her stop us to rest every three minutes. The old woman was slow and she had a busted ankle to add to the whole delima but I didn't mind. She needed me, and I was her nurse. I wasn’t about to let her catch the wrong bus or miss it because I was selfish. Especially after witnessing one hell of a show at my clinic. After seeing that damn disaster unfold at my clinic, Part of me wanted to walk away, throw my hands up and quit. But that place was my dream, my whole damn life’s work. I busted my ass through nursing school, put in hours I’ll never get back just to make it a reality. I got myself the clinic, helped out as much as I could with the little I had, making a difference in people’s lives. Yeah, the debt was suffocating, and the stress was never-ending, but I refused to let all that hard work go to waste. The dream wasn’t dead. I wasn’t going to let it fade away without giving it one last fight. I wasn’t backing down

Chapter Three - The job offer

It had been three goddamn days since I started job hunting online, and it wasn't going so well. I wasn’t even sure why I was still doing it. It’s not like I expected a miracle. Hell, miracles only existed in fairy tales and witchcraft. And surprise! surprise!! I wasn't in either one of them. But still, I kept clicking, kept scrolling, kept trying to convince myself that somewhere in the sea of “entry-level” listings, there’d be something that would at least pay enough to get me through the next week.I could practically feel my brain turning to mush for staring too long at my laptop screen, my eyes burning, a dull headache throbbing in my temples. You’d think after three days, I’d be a pro at this, right? I mean, how hard is it to click a few buttons and fire off a resume? Apparently, harder than it sounds when you’ve been working in a clinic for the past few years, and your resume is basically a glowing list of “I can handle bodily fluids and keep calm when people scream at me.”Ye

Chapter Four - Mr grumpy pants

Two days after the whole scam conspiracy, and the fact that my desperation was being a pain in the ass, I had everything I owned packed. I was ready. Or at least I told myself I was. The second I’d accepted that job offer, something inside of me shifted. I wasn’t sure if it was excitement or the panic of diving headfirst into the unknown, but whatever it was, it felt a hell of a lot like being dragged into a whirlpool. And I wasn’t sure I had the energy to fight it anymore. So there I was, staring at my crumpled-up suitcase, trying to wrap my head around how ridiculous this all was. It felt like living in some kind of weird, low-budget thriller. The kind where the protagonist makes one bad decision after another, and you’re just waiting for them to realize it’s all going south. Only in my case, I was the protagonist and I had no idea what scene was coming up next. I didn’t have the luxury to peek at the script.Cause you damn writer!!My entire life was falling apart, yet here I was

Chapter Five - The complete opposite

The second my feet touched the ground at the Beverly Hills airport, I knew one thing for sure—Beverly Hills was for the rich and wealthy. Even the air felt different, infused with the scent of overpriced coffee and expensive thick perfume. People were gliding around with designer suitcases and clothes, casually walking while on very important calls, and here I was, staring at myself in my cheap thrift jeans and the most stylish top I had ever owned. Well, I thought it was stylish enough. At least it had been until I saw how everyone else was dressed.I barely had a moment to take it all in before a voice broke through the noise. “Miss Scarlett!" A good looking man with brown hair called out at the exit. Dressed in a simple deep blue button up shirt and black trousers. He held out a big cardboard with my name written in red, like that was ominous enough he had a boyish smile with a one sided dimple that could make you blush.“Miss Scarlett, right?” “The one and only,” I muttered,

Chapter Six – My Twin, My Stranger.

You ever had one of those moments where the universe just slaps you across the face with a big fat “Surprise!” and you're left blinking like an idiot, trying to make sense of it all?Yeah. That's me right now, standing at the bottom of the staircase in the middle of a mansion I wasn’t even sure I’d survive in. Staring up at my long-lost twin sister who just casually yelled out my childhood nickname like this was a high school reunion.“Oh my God, it really is you sissy!”God. That voice.It was like stepping back into a memory I never asked to revisit. Sweet and excited and way too familiar. It tugged at something inside me, something old and painful and way too complicated for words.She looked exactly the same as when I last saw her. And I mean exactly, except older now. Like someone had held up a mirror to my past and forgot to clean off the dust.Sienna and I were basically clones—same hair, same height, same face, same everything. We were proportioned the same too, like someone h

Chapter Seven – You’re Dead to Me, Remember?

I wasn’t sure what I felt in this moment. Confusion. Betrayal. Fury. All of it rolled into one giant, soul-splitting emotion that made my blood boil in my veins. My brain felt like it was glitching, stuck between trying to understand what the hell was going on and wanting to just flip a fucking table.“I knew you hated me, Sienna, but this is a low blow, even for you.”Rage came crawling up my skin like fire ants. It itched and burned and made me want to scream. I stood there, glaring at the person I used to call my best friend. My other half. My sister.Sienna’s eyes went wide. She shook her head, fast and frantic, her voice cracking.“I’m not trying to lie to you, Scarlett. I really do mean it. I wanted to see you again. I—I missed you so I made sure that it was possible I get to see you again.”Missed me?Oh, that was rich.“Don’t give me that, Sienna,” I snapped. “Eight years ago, I told you—clearly, might I add, that once I walked out that damn door, you and everyone else were

Chapter Eight – Enemies at First Sight.

The moment he stepped in, it felt like air got sucked straight out of the room.A chill ran down my spine and my body stiffened on instinct. It wasn’t fear, not exactly. It was something deeper. Older.Like a sixth sense built from years spent around people whose injuries weren’t the only things capable of killing you.Years of psych evaluations and trauma assessments had trained me to catch the smallest signs.....a twitch, a breath, a glance. Anything that spelled danger before a single word was said. And this man was radiating it like a warning siren.He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t move with aggression. But the tension in his jaw and the way his eyes locked onto me, shutting out the rest of the world, put my instincts on high alert.This wasn’t some mild-mannered man with a God complex Aura.This was the kind of man my training warned me about. The kind who walks into a room and makes your skin crawl without saying a word.Right now, every hair on my body stood on end like a d

Chapter nine: The Truth in Black Ink

"I’m dying, Scarlett.”Two words. Just two words. And my throat tightened so fast I couldn’t even breathe. My brain stopped. And for a moment, I stumbled backwards, forgetting how to stand.Lucian looked away, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might crack. But Sienna…. just stared at me, eyes wide and shining with anticipation like dropping a bomb and waiting to see what pieces would survive the blast.“What do you mean dying?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.Her eyes filled with tears. “I mean terminal. I don’t have long to Live Sissy. Months. Maybe less.”The room spun and my knees almost gave out.Sienna’s lip wobbled. “That’s why I brought you here. Why I can't take no for an answer.”I blinked. Twice.“I need you, Scarlett. I’m scared out of my mind, and I’m drowning here. Every day feels like a countdown, and I can’t sleep, I can’t breathe, and this is taking a huge toll on both me and Lucian. It’s tearing him apart, he can't deal with this alone. Please… I’m beggin

Chapter ten: Breaking Point

“I can’t take this job. I won’t.” The words came out of my mouth like a lie. A big fucking lie My chest felt like it was closing in, every breath heavier than the last. I wanted to run, to disappear, to forget I was even in this house. I will not be emotionally trapped here by the two people I hate. Lucian’s face went cold and sharp, like I’d torn into his pride, crushed his dignity, and insulted every ounce of his intelligence all at once. His eyes, those cold gray eyes that usually looked like they didn’t care about anything or anyone, suddenly flashed with something fierce. Anger, disbelief, maybe even pain. “You seriously don’t mean that,” he repeated with a low growl. I swallowed hard, “But I do,” My voice came out tight. My throat felt like sandpaper. “I just… can’t.” More disbelief flickered across his face. It was almost laughable. If only this weren’t such a serious moment. “Miss Ashford…..She’s your sister.” I let out a bitter, rough laugh, lik

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