Semua Bab That Night With The Billionaire : Bab 21 - Bab 30

The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, cool and pale against the stark white walls. Janine blinked awake slowly, the unfamiliar softness of the bed making her feel more like a guest than a resident. The plush pillows and expensive linens couldn’t ease the tension sitting heavy in her chest. Her instincts screamed that something was off, and her gut had never failed her before.She sat up, rubbing sleep from her eyes, and noticed a black folder placed neatly on the nightstand.A sharp knock followed, crisp and mechanical. The door opened without waiting for permission.“Miss Pascua,” Theo’s assistant said as he stepped inside. He was dressed immaculately, in a charcoal suit and polished shoes that clicked softly against the wooden floor. “Mr. Guevara instructed me to give this to you. He asks that you read it carefully.”She stared at the assistant for a second, then reluctantly took the folder from his outstretched hand. He bowed slightly—imp

Janine couldn’t sleep. She rolled from one side of the bed to the other, her sheets twisted around her legs, her mind replaying the same scene over and over—the click of heels, the flash of silk, the curve of the woman’s confident smirk as she entered Theo’s office like she belonged there. That woman was beautiful. Dangerously beautiful. And Janine hated that she noticed. Her heart clenched with something sharp and unrelenting. She tossed the pillow aside and sat up, staring blankly at the dark ceiling. What was this feeling? Rage? Anger? Curiosity? Jealousy? No. No, that couldn’t be it. “I’m not jealous,” she whispered to herself, hugging her knees. Why would she be jealous? It’s not like Theo was hers. He was just her boss. A man who made her sign a deal. A man who— Saved your mother. Your family. Her mind mocked her with that fact. Her jaw clenched. Yes, but everything he gives comes with a cost. But he didn’t touch you. He could’ve taken advantage, but

Janine barely made it to her bedroom. Her heart was still thudding in her chest, her lips swollen from Theo’s bruising kiss, her thoughts a mess. She gripped the door handle and started to close it— Only to feel it stop with a hard thud. Theo’s hand was there. He shoved the door open with firm resolve, stepping into the room like a man who had lost all restraint. “Theo—what do you think you're—” Before she could finish her sentence, he grabbed her by the waist and crushed his lips against hers. It was chaos. Heat. Hunger. Janine gasped against his mouth, pushing at his chest with trembling hands, trying to catch her breath—trying to remind herself she couldn’t let this happen again. But Theo didn’t give her the space to think. His mouth moved urgently over hers, tongue brushing past her lips, claiming, demanding, consuming. She let out a soft moan before she could stop herself. Her body betrayed her, arching toward him, craving his touch. She tried again to pull awa

It had been days since that night.Days since Janine let herself fall—body and soul—into Theo’s arms, only to wake up feeling colder than ever.Since then, she kept her distance.Every glance she threw his way was brief, guarded. She spoke to him only when necessary, and even then, her words were clipped, polite, distant. During meals, she stayed quiet. During mornings, she left the room before he even got out of bed. At night, she locked her door—not that he tried to open it.But Theo noticed.And it was driving him mad.She wasn’t yelling. She wasn’t accusing. She wasn’t demanding answers.She was just… gone.Present in body, but far, far away in spirit.It made him restless. Made him remember her lips on his, the way she clung to him like she needed him more than air. And yet now? Now she couldn’t even look at him for more than five seconds.He felt guilty. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but the silence she left behind was a punishment worse than any confrontation.So when Janine r

When Theo dragged Janine to his car, he didn’t bother with gentle words or tender gestures. He just opened the door and all but tossed her inside, like she was nothing more than a piece of luggage. She stumbled, catching herself on the seat as her heart pounded in her chest.Theo climbed in after her, his jaw tight, his expression carved from stone. He slammed the door shut and started the car without even glancing at her.“What was that?!” Janine’s voice trembled with a mix of disbelief and humiliation. “What the hell was that, Theo?”He didn’t answer at first, his hands gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. “What?” he finally muttered, his voice cold, dismissive.“What?!” she repeated, her voice breaking. “You know exactly what I’m talking about—the way you walked up to me, the way you put your arm around me in front of Javier! Like I was… like I was yours to show off!”He didn’t even bother to look at her, his eyes fixed on the road. “Why do you even care what he th