Inicio / Romance / The Billionaire's Brat / Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire's Brat: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

21 Capítulos

Silk, Screens, and a Black Car Ride

NovaI knew today was going to be a lot the second I opened my eyes and saw twelve missed calls. Twelve. From one man. My father.I sat up slowly on my bed, my blanket half-draped over one leg and my bonnet halfway off my head. I rubbed the crust from the corner of my eye with one hand while the other scrolled through the endless call list. First one at eight thirty in the morning. Then nine fifteen. Then nine thirty-two. Then back-to-back missed calls like he thought I had fainted on my way to pick up the phone.I didn’t even bother listening to the voicemails. I already knew what they said. Something like "Pumpkin don’t be late" or "This party is important" or "Please try to dress appropriately for once." My dad had a whole playlist of passive-aggressive messages and he played it on loop every time there was a party with important people.I dropped the phone on the bed and groaned into my hands. But I got up anyway.After dragging myself into the shower and letting the water steam a

The Girl in Red

RomanThe car pulled up in front of the hotel just as the sun slipped beneath the skyline. Tall marble columns framed the entrance and warm golden light spilled out from the wide glass doors. The valet opened my door and I stepped out, smoothing my suit jacket as I looked up at the building. Elegant, old money, the kind of place Jonathan would pick without thinking twice.Inside, the lobby had been transformed. Chandeliers hung like frozen waterfalls from the ceiling, casting light across the polished floors. Staff in crisp uniforms moved through the crowd with trays of champagne and finger food. The guests were already deep in conversation. Expensive dresses. Perfect hair. Laughter that sounded like rehearsed music.I walked in with steady steps, familiar with this world but never quite a part of it. Heads turned, some faces lit up with recognition. A few people nodded my way and I returned the gesture. I wasn’t in the mood for small talk.“Roman,” a voice called out.I turned and sa

The Man on the Balcony

NovaThe music inside the ballroom was low and fancy like something from a period drama. Laughter floated in the air like perfume and the clinking of champagne glasses made it feel like everyone was celebrating something more important than a birthday. The walls sparkled with golden lights and expensive decorations and everyone looked like they had been dipped in money. I didn’t belong there and I knew it. I felt like a well-dressed outsider watching the movie of someone else's perfect life.I slipped out to the balcony to breathe. The cold air hit me the moment I stepped outside and it was honestly a relief. I leaned on the railing with one hand, my champagne glass in the other, staring down at the gardens below. The air smelled like roses and winter. My heels were already hurting my feet but I didn’t take them off yet. Not here. Not yet.My thoughts started spinning again. I still hadn’t seen Jace and that was weird. He had probably been pulled away by his mom who acted like she was

Crumbs and Cake

Nova’s PovI walked back inside with Jace, my hand on his arm. I was laughing at something he said, probably a joke about one of the guests. It felt good to laugh, especially here, surrounded by people I didn’t care about. For a moment, I almost felt like I belonged. Almost.Jace was talking about something funny, his voice light and easy, but then a cold, sharp presence hit me. It was like the air got heavier. I knew before I even looked who it was.Genevieve.She swooped in, slipping between us like a shadow. Her smile was tight, but her grip on Jace’s arm was firm, pulling him away from me. She muttered something about not getting motorcycle grease all over him, her voice too sweet and too fake.Jace didn’t even blink. He went with her without a fight, leaving me standing there, feeling like an outsider all over again. My stomach tightened, and the laughter in my throat died.It didn’t matter. It wasn’t like I came here to have fun anyway. I just wanted to survive the night.Jonath

Glitter, Lotion and Grease

NovaI woke up to sunlight stabbing through the blinds like it was angry with me. My whole body felt tangled and stiff, like I had slept inside a knot. My mouth was dry. My eyes burned. I blinked up at the ceiling, trying to piece together where I was. Then it all came back. The cake. The gasps. Genevieve’s smug little face. My father’s voice. My heart sank all over again.I reached over for my phone on the nightstand. The screen was too bright but I looked anyway. The time made my stomach flip. I had class in one hour.“Shit.”I groaned, tossing the covers off me. My legs felt heavy as I dragged myself into the bathroom. I didn’t even bother to look at my face in the mirror. I just brushed my teeth like a zombie and splashed cold water on my skin until I felt halfway alive again. I stood under the shower longer than I should have. The hot water helped clear my head a little. Not much. Just a little.After toweling off, I walked back into my room, still wrapped in the towel, hair drip

Test

Nova First-person POVI was halfway through my iced coffee when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Maya was talking about one of her professors again — the one with the messy hair and the weird obsession with lizards — but her voice started to fade when I saw the name light up on my screen.Roman Grey.I stared at it for a second, confused. Then I remembered. He’d asked for my number after the gala — said something about wanting to check in, be nice, whatever. I didn’t think he actually would. But here it was. A message.“Hope your day’s going alright. How’s school treating you?”Simple. Polite. Unexpected.I chewed on my straw and texted back, “It’s boring, as usual. My friend’s been ranting about reptiles for ten minutes straight.”His reply came faster than I thought it would. “Sounds intense. Poor lizard guy. Hope he survives the semester.”I smiled a little without meaning to. Maya noticed and raised an eyebrow.“You texting your secret admirer or what?” she teased.“Just someone,” I

Silver Towers and Ghosts

Roman's pov The alarm buzzed before the sun even finished rising. I reached for my phone and turned it off with a quick swipe, groaning as I sat up. The room was quiet. Cold, almost. The kind of cold that reminded you you were alone. I sat there for a minute, elbows on my knees, hands raking through my hair.My mind drifted before my feet even touched the ground. I saw cake. Silk dresses. Champagne glasses clinking. A hundred fake smiles. And one real one. Hers.Nova.I hadn’t expected her to look like that. I didn’t even recognize her at first. Not until she smiled and said my name. It was like seeing someone from a dream — someone who used to belong to another life. She had grown up. More than that, she had turned into something sharp and bright and unbothered. But I could still see it. Underneath all that leather and silence. I could still see the little girl who used to tug at my coat sleeve and ask me for stories.I forced myself to stand.I had left the party early. People prob

Performance

Nova’s PovBy the time I got home, my feet were aching and my head was buzzing. The moment I stepped through the door, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and dropped my bag right on the floor. No energy to carry it to my room. I was already peeling off my jacket before I even reached the bathroom.The shower was calling my name. I let the water run for a few seconds, waited until it was hot, then stepped under. The warmth hit my skin and instantly relaxed me. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, letting the water wash away the day. School had been long. Roman’s messages had kept me on edge, and even though we didn’t say much, I kept replaying everything in my head like a movie. I didn’t know what he wanted. I didn’t even know what I wanted. But he was in my thoughts and it annoyed me that he was.After I dried off, I went to my closet. It was time for Velvet Mistress I picked out one of my favorite bodysuits. It hugged my curves just right. Then I sat in front of my

They're really pressed

NovaI was on the floor again. Not crying or anything. Just sitting there with my back against the wall, legs stretched out, and my textbook open but untouched beside me. I was supposed to be reading for my test next week, but of course, I wasn’t. I had my phone in my hand, eyes staring at the message Maya had just sent. No words. Just a video and that one wide-eye emoji.I already knew it was going to be nonsense.I pressed play.The video opened with a shaky, zoomed-in clip of me leaving my shift at the restaurant last night. It was dark, so the video wasn’t even clear. You could barely see my face, but my hair and bag gave me away. Someone had recorded me through the window like a little creep. Right across the screen in bold white letters was the caption:“Miss campus queen by day, waitress by night???”I blinked. The video cut to another clip. This time, it was daytime. I was walking across campus wearing one of my favorite oversized hoodies and slides. Nothing fancy, just comfy.

Velvet on screen

POV: RomanI leaned back against the headboard, one hand holding a glass of whiskey, the other resting on the laptop balanced on my lap. The screen glowed in the dim room, showing Velvet Mistress in the middle of one of her lives. It was a recording from earlier in the day, but I didn’t care.I had been dealing with nonsense all day. I was trying to find someone to head a project I’ve been building for months, but it felt like trying to dig gold out of a landfill. On paper, the candidates looked perfect. Impressive resumes. Polished smiles. Fancy degrees. But I always dig deeper. And once I did, every single one of them came apart like cheap fabric.One guy had been quietly involved in a corporate espionage scandal over a fifteen-thousand-dollar pen. A pen. Another woman ran a so-called “motivational retreat” that somehow ended with multiple lawsuits about goat therapy. And the last candidate of the day seemed like a normal, respectable man until I found his private blog claiming billi

ANTERIOR

SIGUIENTE

ESCANEA EL CÓDIGO PARA LEER EN LA APP

DMCA.com Protection Status