All Chapters of The Crazy Billionaire’s Mistress: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

FRAGILE PEACEThe first dawn in Julian’s house felt like waking in a stranger’s bed.The sheets smelled of salt and cedar, faintly masculine, faintly intoxicating, but the air carried an unease Camille couldn’t name. She lay still, watching the sunlight stretch in pale ribbons across the marble floor, her body hyperaware of the man beside her.Julian Thorne.The man who had bought her, broken her, burned her—and still, somehow, the man she’d chosen to return to.He was awake before her, of course. He always was. But instead of working at the edge of the bed, glued to his phone, or barking orders at his staff, he stood at the window shirtless, hands tucked into his pockets, staring out at the restless sweep of the ocean.There was no arrogance in his stance, no armor in his shoulders. Just… silence.Camille sat up, the silk sheets slipping around her waist. “You’re watching the sea like it owes you something.”His head turned, and when their eyes met, she braced herself for the sharpne

The SonCamille stood by the window of Julian’s penthouse, watching the city lights sprawl endlessly across the night. The skyline glittered like diamonds scattered over black velvet, but it brought her no comfort. Her chest was tight, her breath shallow, her mind reeling with words she wished she hadn’t heard.Julian might have a son… with his ex-wife.The rumor had fallen on her like a blade. It wasn’t even whispered in a bar or muttered in gossiping circles—no, it came from an offhand remark she had overheard from one of Julian’s board members earlier that afternoon. A careless mention, wrapped in sarcasm and envy.“Funny, isn’t it? The great Julian Blackwood playing family man in the shadows while parading around with his new woman…”Camille had laughed it off at the time, pretending not to understand, pretending not to care. But the laughter felt hollow even as it left her lips. Now, standing alone in his apartment, she could barely hold herself together.Julian had been everythi

The PrisonerThe drive was silent, thick with a tension that pressed on Camille’s chest like a stone. Julian’s hands gripped the steering wheel with such force that the leather creaked under his fingers. She kept sneaking glances at him, but his expression was carved in stone—jaw tight, lips pressed into a hard line, eyes locked on the dark stretch of road ahead.Camille wanted to ask where they were going. She wanted to demand answers. But something in the way Julian looked—haunted, ruthless, like a man carrying a secret too heavy to speak—told her to wait.The SUV cut through a forgotten part of the city, where broken streetlamps flickered weakly over cracked sidewalks and hollow buildings. Finally, Julian slowed, pulling into a secluded driveway shrouded by towering trees. Ahead stood an unassuming cabin, its windows dark, its exterior weather-worn. It looked abandoned—until the faintest glow of light pulsed from within, like a hidden heartbeat.“Julian,” Camille whispered, her voi

The Business WarJulian had always been the man in control—the kind of CEO whose decisions could shift the market overnight. But this time, the storm wasn’t his to command. The rival company’s attack was vicious, calculated, and relentless. Headlines screamed betrayal. Stocks dipped. And the vultures of the business world circled like they had smelled blood.Camille watched him pace the length of the office, his phone glued to his ear as one call blurred into another. His jaw was set, his voice sharp, each order clipped with the kind of rage only fear could birth. She had seen him angry before, seen him break deals with the snap of a pen, but this was different. He was unraveling, thread by thread.“Pull the board members into an emergency meeting. I want loyalty tested. Anyone wavering—we cut them loose. No hesitation,” Julian barked, slamming the phone shut before snatching up another.Camille tightened her arms around herself, the silence of the room buzzing with unspoken tension.

The Betrayal KissCamille had never liked attending the high-society galas that Julian thrived in. The endless chatter of investors, the forced smiles of socialites, the glint of champagne glasses raised in hollow toasts—it all felt like a play where she didn’t belong. But tonight, Julian insisted she accompany him. “It’s important,” he had whispered as he fastened her diamond bracelet. “The Thorne deal is almost finalized, and we need to show unity.”Unity. The word lingered in her mind long after Julian had disappeared into a circle of men in tailored suits. Camille drifted through the ballroom like a shadow, smiling when necessary, nodding politely, but her heart wasn’t in it. She only wanted air.The balcony offered that reprieve. She stepped outside, letting the night wind tease her curls, the cool breeze brushing away the suffocating perfume of the ballroom. She leaned against the railing, eyes wandering across the skyline glittering with ambition. For a moment, she could breath