Lahat ng Kabanata ng NEXT BILLIONAIRE IN NINE MONTHS : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 29

I had expected to find Lev in his usual spot, but when I walked into his apartment, something was off. The air was thick with the kind of stillness that made everything feel too quiet. As my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I spotted him slumped on the couch. His long, lean body was sprawled out carelessly, his face a twisted mess of exhaustion. I hadn’t seen him in this state before—not like this, not so vulnerable. Normally, Lev carried himself with a quiet intensity, the kind of composure that radiated control, a carefully cultivated aura that made him untouchable. But now, he looked like any other man—tired, drained, and utterly spent.He had always been the kind of person who gave everything and expected nothing in return. He was ruthless when it came to business, driven by a need to maintain his empire, yet there was a part of him that I had never quite understood. It was buried deep, hidden beneath layers of guarded walls. But that wall was crumbling now, and I could see it

I had never seen her like that before.The words kept repeating themselves in my mind as I paced back and forth in my living room. She had been furious, a whirlwind of emotion, and everything I had done seemed to push her further into that storm. But that wasn't the worst of it. No, the worst was how my mind kept drifting back to the one thing I could never unsee.Her.Naked.I winced as the image flashed in my head again, followed by the memory of her anger. I could almost still hear her yelling, her voice fierce as she hurled things at me—vases, books, whatever she could get her hands on. It didn't make sense. What had started as a quiet conversation had spiraled out of control so fast that I couldn't keep up. I had no idea why she was so upset with me, but it didn't help that I couldn't tear my eyes away from the way her body moved. I was trying to focus on her words, to apologize, to do whatever it would take to make things right. But her beauty... her nakedness... It was overwhe

Camilla twirled the flared fabric of the gown she wore and glanced at the dressing table as the sounds of voices talking faintly reached out from behind the walls. The weather was hot and uncomfortable at that time of the evening and she couldn’t disassociate the uncomfortable feeling to whether it was caused by the room or the tension. At the other end of the room, Konrad sank against the casement, his back rigid, his fixed stare travelling through window glass to the horticultural plots far below.She looked at him for a while – the way his jaw clenched and the look of distant focus in his eyes. He had known that he had been grumpy about the engagement—it was his father’s engagement to be precise—But Konrad had never been one to express how he felt in articulate terms.The only time he did was when he saw her naked.“Don’t tell me you’re intending on moping through the entire evening, we're getting engaged.” Camilla remarked in a tone that was bright, but her eyes giving her a pseud

Camilla opened her eyes to see the outline of her room reflected in a very low light. For a moment she did not know her location and her ideas were vague and confused. This is because the bed’s soft pressure felt strange underneath her; the surrounding air was too quiet, and heavy.Then a hundred memories flooded in on her.The assassin. Konrad.She could feel a pounding in her chest as if her heart was trying to escape, the room was spinning as she rushed to sit up. A brisk pain pulsated, deep below her head and reaching for her neck, so she gasped, touching the zone. The crash of thoughts whirled in her head, forming thoughts of the shadow in the hall, the blow that was dealt and the blackness that followed it.Konrad.Where was he?A jolt of panic rose up through her breastbone as she thought through the options. Has the assassin killed his target yet? Was Konrad lying lifeless in his room while she had been left to wake here, not even realizing how useless she was?No.She was una