All Chapters of Breaking the Billionaire Code: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

His voice was bass-gravel-soft - even, yet it had weight, the kind that sank under her flesh. Killian's gaze was fixed on hers, unwavering, probing as though he could read every break under the calm she wore. Aria gave a faint smile and looked down, struggling to hold his intensity. “It’s not that simple.” “It is to me.” She glanced at him then, and the look in his eyes undid her - fierce, unyielding, but so damn patient. He wasn’t asking for pieces of her. He was offering something. A place to land. A place to be whole, if she chose to be. And for once, she didn’t pull away, and she didn’t say a word. Just let her fingers slip into his - tentative, trembling, but willing. And in that quiet, something in her finally let go.****At midnight, the rain fell lightly against the windows. Steaming teacups in hand, Aria and Mia sat on the couch. The cabin's fire had stopped hours ago, and it was dark. Still, their quiet was reassuring rather than devoid. Mia broke it first. "Y

Aria walked slowly through her studio, the distant thrum of the city intruding once more like a buzzing in her brain. The stillness of the cabin lingered on her skin, and her fingers ached for something familiar-something solid.She opened her camera case and started unloading, each item triggering a memory she wasn't ready to abandon. The photographs were the final ones she removed.She spread them on her desk and started sifting through them; her eyes fell on the unguarded moments she had documented. Mia laughing, a gleam in her eyes, her head thrown back. Ethan caught mid-laugh, one arm flung jokingly round Mia as she struggled to get free on the carpet of the living room, both of them wrapped in blankets and laughter. Aria smirked.“She said there’s nothing there,” she muttered, tapping the photo with a small scoff. “Right.”Another shot caught her breath - Killian, fast asleep on the couch, one arm dangling off the side, his brow relaxed, peaceful in a way she rarely saw. Then th

The office of Stone Global towered above Los Angeles, glass and marble polished to near perfection. Andrew Calloway walked through the lobby like he belonged there, tailored suit crisp, charm practiced. But beneath the smooth exterior, his thoughts were sharp, calculating. He had gotten the latest update from Howard Batalon that morning - Aria was back in the city. That meant it was time to move forward. Time to see exactly what kind of man stood in his way.At the top floor, Killian’s PA, Ed, opened the sleek glass door. “Mr. Stone will see you now.”Andrew entered, his gaze sweeping across the big, up-to-date office - simple, commanding, a mirror of the man who stood at the window, his hands in his pockets, taking in the city view. Killian turned when he heard the door and gave a brief nod.Killian Stone. So this was the man.“Andrew Calloway,” Andrew said, extending a hand. Killian reached out and gave a firm handshake. “What is it that brings you here, Mr. Calloway?” he asked, a

Tina Baker had always hustled to make ends meet. She didn’t come from much - her mother was an alcoholic, and her siblings were scattered from different dads like forgotten puzzle pieces.Tina dropped out of high school when she got pregnant at seventeen, and from then on, life became a grind. By twenty-two, she was stripping at The Starlight Lounge, doing what she had to in order to feed her son and keep the lights on.Those days were long gone now. At thirty, with two kids and a tired body, she no longer drew attention the way she used to. These days, she scraped by with what little money she made pimping young women to men who wanted to have a good time.She was on her old couch in a dark room that had a hint of cheap food and old scent, just looking at her phone while her little one slept in the next room. Her thumb paused when a headline caught her eye."Killian Stone’s Secret Love? Remember Killian Stone’s Passionate Kiss With The Mystery Girl? We Know She’s Some Photographer –

Tina Baker rolled into Los Angeles with a small travel bag, a burner phone, and just enough gas money to last the week. She’d dropped her boys off at her step-sister’s place in Bakersfield, promising she’d be back before Sunday. She wasn’t sure she’d keep that promise.Her plan was simple: sniff around, see who was asking questions about Stacey-Aria now, apparently, and find out who’d pay for answers. Money talks. Secrets scream.First stop? The studio. She had to see for herself. The picture of Aria kissing that billionaire was not enough. Tina wanted to know what kind of life the sad-eyed girl from The Starlight Lounge had built for herself. What kind of woman Stacey had become.The gallery space was neat, a simple setting, lined with black-and-white portraits. Tina wandered slowly through them, pretending to admire the work, pausing longer at the ones of children and couples. Her gaze was sharp beneath her feigned interest. Aria wasn’t around.Just then, the front door burst open a