Semua Bab That Night With The Billionaire : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Chapter 11: The Distance Between UsThe days passed with Janine forcing herself back into routine, though her body hadn't completely recovered. Her limbs were still heavy with fatigue, and every now and then, her vision blurred from exhaustion. But she pushed forward, knowing no one else would carry the weight if she faltered. Her mother was still in the hospital, the surgery now scheduled but only partially paid. Kyle and Sheila had school, and rent was again nearing due. Every peso counted, and every second of rest felt like a luxury she couldn’t afford.But even as she tried to keep her world spinning, something gnawed at the edges of her thoughts—him.Theo.She didn’t want to think about the man she had given her first night to. The man who, for some reason, kept appearing in her life like an unsolvable puzzle. The same man whose touch still haunted her dreams and whose voice lingered in her mind more than she was willing to admit. What was he doing at that café? Was it coincidenc

Chapter 13: One More StepJanine sat in the cramped kitchen, the events of the previous day replaying in her mind like a cruel loop. Four jobs—gone. No warnings, no explanations. Just cold, indifferent dismissals. She gripped her coffee mug tighter, willing herself not to cry again. Her siblings were still asleep in the next room, and she couldn’t afford to fall apart—not now.After finishing a small breakfast of rice and leftover egg, she cleaned up quietly, careful not to wake anyone. She took a long shower, letting the water wash over her face as she tried to compose herself. When she stepped out, she dressed in the neatest clothes she had—black slacks, a white blouse she had ironed last night, and her low-heeled shoes. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail, light makeup on her tired face, and tucked her worn-out resume into her old leather folder.“I can do this,” she whispered to her reflection. "You can do this!" With a deep breath, she stepped out of the house and into the

Chapter 15: The President Will See You NowJanine stood in front of the mirror, her hands trembling slightly as she zipped up the back of her blouse. It was her best one—plain, cream-colored, with sleeves she had ironed three times to make sure they stayed crisp. She paired it with a dark skirt that hugged her waist just right and low heels that she rarely wore. Today, appearance mattered.She applied a light layer of foundation, concealed the dark circles under her eyes as best she could, and added a gentle swipe of peach blush to her cheeks. Her lips were a natural pink, slightly dry, so she dabbed some balm on them. No lipstick. No bold colors. She wasn’t trying to stand out—just appear composed and professional.She gave her reflection a nod.“You need this job,” she reminded herself. “And maybe… maybe he won’t even recognize you.”That thought was her anchor, the only thread of courage holding her together. Surely, a man like Theo Guevara wouldn’t remember a single night. He was

Chapter 17: Heaven Doesn’t HearJanine stormed out of the Guevara Empire tower, her heels clicking hard against the marble floor as if her anger alone could shatter the polished surface. She didn’t care about the people watching her. She didn’t care about the whispers that followed the blur of her figure. Her mind was burning with rage.A bedwarmer?Was that what Theo Guevara thought of her? Some kind of convenient toy? Someone so desperate that she would throw away her dignity just to pay the bills?“Does he really think I’ve downgraded that much?” she muttered to herself as she stepped out into the busy street. The wind hit her face, but it wasn’t enough to cool the heat of humiliation burning inside her.I thought there was goodness in him… she thought bitterly, remembering the way he had helped her when she collapse at the café, the calm assurance in his eyes that day. She had believed that maybe—just maybe—not all rich men were heartless.But today shattered that illusion.“I was

Chapter 19: The Bargain BeginsJanine sat silently in the backseat of the black car Theo had sent to pick her up later that evening.Her hands were clasped tightly together in her lap, her heart thudding so loudly she swore the driver could hear it. She wore a simple but elegant black dress sent along with the instructions—"Wear this. 7 PM sharp."—delivered through a personal assistant who hadn’t even looked her in the eye.She felt like she was walking toward her own execution.The city outside the tinted windows glimmered with lights, vibrant and alive, but inside the car, Janine was drowning in silence. Every second brought her closer to whatever Theo Guevara had planned for her, and every part of her screamed to run.But she didn’t.Because while she was being driven to a man’s penthouse like some kept woman, her mother was in an operating room—because of that man.Her mother would live. That’s what she clung to. That was the only rope she had left.The car stopped in front of a h