The Billionaire's Distraction 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

It was barely a week and her school life was everything but simple. She couldn't attend classes again because she wanted to avoid getting photographed. Sarah and Mia took turns attending any of her classes that they could.She was basically staying in her dorm,trapped like a lab rat,until threats started materializing.It started with letters.At first, Lucia ignored them.The first one had been slipped under her dorm door—just a simple, handwritten note."Stay away from him. You’re not worthy."The second came two days later, tied with a black ribbon."Girls like you should know their place."She had laughed it off, tossing the letters in the trash.But then came the “gifts.”A bouquet of rotting flowers. A dead rat left outside their door.And the worst one—a shredded, burnt-up photograph of her, a dark red lipstick stain smeared across it like blood.Mia had been furious."Those miserable cowards," she had spat, pacing the dorm. "They don’t even have the guts to say it to your face

Adrian’s Bedroom – Topmost Floor of the Mansion The elevator opened to reveal a hallway with three doors. He headed to the one on the extreme left and on opening the door,a massive space cloaked in sleek, dark tones was the first thing that came into sight. Adrian’s bedroom was nothing short of a luxury suite—walls lined in obsidian and charcoal-gray, ambient lights dimmed low to keep the atmosphere calm and somber. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the sleeping city below, their view veiled behind thick black drapes. A king-sized bed, draped in black and silver satin sheets, stood at the center with a high, tufted velvet headboard. The dark wooden furniture glistened under soft, indirect lighting—minimalist, but commanding. Everything in the room mirrored Adrian’s personality—elegant, reserved, and precise. Lucia squirmed slightly in his arms, her face pale, her body limp but restless. He gently laid her down onto the bed, adjusting a pillow beneath her head with rare tenderness

SINCLAIR ESTATE – JUST BEFORE DAYBREAKThe sky was a soft indigo hue, stars fading as the first breath of morning light touched the city of Valemont. The mansion was still—its silence only broken by the distant humming of security drones and the occasional rustle of trees swaying in the early dawn wind.Adrian Sinclair stepped out of his car, jaw set, knuckles still faintly red from the night’s brutality. His coat was stained at the sleeves from blood that wasn’t his.He entered his home quietly.Straight to the elevator. Straight to the topmost floor. His floor.When the door to his massive monochrome room opened, the cool air wrapped around him, but it didn’t chill him.His eyes immediately found her.Lucia.Curled beneath the silky covers of his black and grey bed. Her cheeks now bore a healthier hue—rosy, warm. Her breaths were deeper. Peaceful.The tension in his chest loosened.She was better.Carefully, he walked to the foot of the bed, eyes lingering on her face. Then, satisfi

Downstairs, Adrian was dressed in his casual wear, scrolling through his tablet. His assistant, Mr. Alex—a tall, bespectacled, and loyal young man—walked in with a suitcase and some documents. He was confused as to why he had been asked to bring the documents home.“Sir, the chauffeur is waiting outside for you.”Adrian sighed and dropped his tablet, crossing his legs elegantly.“I’ve told you, Alex, I’m working from home today. Can I have the documents, please?”He stretched out his hand, but Mr. Alex didn’t hand them over. He just stood there with furrowed brows, puzzled by his boss’s recent changes. The Adrian he knew never worked from home. In fact, he was almost never home, sometimes spending nights at the office. This all seemed strange to him.“Sir, why are you doing this? Is there a problem? Are you sick? Should I call Dr. Rohan?”He made to dial the number, but Adrian stopped him.Rubbing his temple in exhaustion, Adrian looked worn out. He hadn’t had much rest, and it was st

Adrian’s Office Adrian Sinclair’s office occupied the top floor of the Sinclair Enterprises Tower, a sleek glass skyscraper that pierced the Valemont skyline like a silver blade. The office, wide and minimalist, was an embodiment of quiet power and calculated elegance. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed a panoramic view of the bustling city, sunlight flooding in through tinted glass and casting long shadows across the marble floor. One side overlooked the harbor, where luxury yachts gleamed like polished teeth; the other side offered a clear view of the city’s financial district, as if to remind visitors of the empire Adrian commanded. The walls were matte charcoal, broken only by curated black-and-white photography and one large oil painting—an abstract swirl of red and gold that radiated silent tension. His desk was a custom-built monolith of ebony and brushed steel, bare save for a sleek laptop, a Montblanc pen, and a crystal decanter set that glinted like diamonds in the light. A