All Chapters of ONE NIGHT STAND WITH MR.BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Jessica stared at the envelope in her hand.It was plain, unmarked. Just a sliver of cream-colored paper with her name written in Javier’s bold, slanted handwriting. There was no wax seal, no elaborate stationary, no hint of the luxury she’d come to associate with his world. Just her name. Just this.The silence in the room felt suffocating.She hadn’t heard from him in three days.Not a call. Not a text. Not even a voicemail she could replay and pretend was something more than static. After everything they’d survived, after everything they’d confessed, she thought they’d turned a corner. But the past had a way of unearthing itself at the most inconvenient times—and when Javier left that night without a word, Jessica knew something had shifted.Now this letter.She sat on the edge of her bed, trembling fingers tracing the edge of the envelope. She didn’t open it right away. She studied it, trying to read the meaning behind the pressure of the pen on paper, the slight smudge in the cor

The penthouse felt like a fortress—but Jessica couldn’t shake the feeling that the walls were closing in.It had been three days since the envelope arrived, and Javier hadn’t slept a full night since. He paced the halls like a caged lion, barked orders at his security team, and stared at surveillance feeds until his eyes burned.Jessica watched him from the doorway of his study.“You can’t do this forever,” she said gently.“I can,” he said without turning. “And I will.”She stepped inside, barefoot, wearing one of his shirts. “You’re running yourself into the ground.”He turned then, and she saw it—the fear he hadn’t voiced. It was written in the way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes scanned her every time she entered a room, as if checking for wounds no one else could see.“I can’t lose you,” he said softly.“You won’t.”He walked toward her, stopping just inches away. “They’re playing games. Showing us they’re watching. That means they’re close. Maybe even inside my company. Maybe

The wind lashed fiercely as Javier and Jessica stepped off the jet onto the tarmac in New York. The familiar skyline loomed, cold and imposing under heavy gray skies. But the real storm was already brewing—on the ground, in the shadows, in the headlines.Security met them at the gate. Not the usual sleek black SUVs Javier used to trust, but hand-picked men from a new team. One he vetted himself. After Santiago’s secrets had unraveled, Javier trusted no one unless he had to.Jessica sat silently in the backseat, scrolling through her phone as article after article flooded social media.“The Billionaire and the Buried Crimes”“Was Jessica Hale More Than Just His Lover?”“Santiago’s Black Book: Justice or Just Gossip?”Javier’s voice was low but firm. “Let them talk.”She looked at him. “They’ll do more than talk soon. Someone is pushing this forward.”“Eliza’s tracing the leak. Until then, we don’t respond. We move in silence.”Jessica nodded but said nothing. There was something hollow

The office was quieter than usual.Jessica stood by the window of her executive suite, staring down at the media vans gathered on the street below. Helicopters circled overhead. It felt like a siege—and in many ways, it was. Not just against her name, but against the truth she’d fought to expose.Behind her, Eliza burst in.“I found the leak,” she said, breathless. “It’s worse than we thought.”Jessica turned. “Worse how?”Eliza held up a tablet, showing a playback of internal server logs. “Nathan Langston wasn’t just walking away. He’s the one who sold access to your personal cloud. He coordinated with Santiago’s foreign allies—people who still had vested interests in keeping those files buried.”Jessica stared at the screen, silent.Eliza continued, “He even took a payout. Offshore account. Cayman-based. We traced it.”A cold fury spread through Jessica’s chest. “And now he’s working with Eleanor Ford, isn’t he?”“Yes,” Eliza replied. “They’re building a public campaign. Next step?

The boardroom at Hale Industries buzzed with tension. Jessica sat at the head of the long oak table, Amelie asleep on her shoulder, wrapped in a pale pink cardigan. Her team—Eliza, Miriam, Lucien, and two lawyers—sat around her, silent until she spoke.“I won’t hide,” Jessica said. “They’re trying to spin this like I stole my own child. I won’t play into their hands.”“You’ve already won public sympathy,” Lucien said, sliding a stack of headlines across the table. ‘Jessica Hale Reunites with Lost Daughter.’ ‘Billionaire Heir Faces Custody War.’ “But Eleanor’s team just filed for an emergency federal hearing. They want full custody granted to the state pending investigation.”“They’ll paint you as unfit,” Eliza said. “Use your trauma, your past, even your success against you.”Jessica’s eyes narrowed. “Let them try.”Javier stood near the window, arms folded. “We fight this like we fight hostile takeovers—strategic, surgical, relentless.”Miriam nodded. “Then we weaponize the truth.”J