All Chapters of Betrayed by One, Loved by the Billionaire : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Our suite door slammed shut behind us, and I didn’t even waste a second in the living room with him. I stormed straight toward my bedroom, the anger bubbling inside me hotter than the humid island air around us. My hand gripped the door handle, ready to shut him out until his infuriating voice rang loudly like a bell.“Chloe!”His command snapped like a whip across the room. I froze, jaw tightening, refusing to turn to look at him.“If you don’t want to return back unemployed, don’t you dare close that door.”I froze and slowly spun around, arms crossing tightly over my chest, fire burning in my eyes. “What now, boss? Haven’t you said enough to me already?”He stood in the middle of the living room, suit jacket half open, tie loosened but I could see the fury rolling off him like steam from a kettle. “What the hell happened today?” His voice was sharp, deadly calm, like each word was carved from stone. “I gave you the schedule of all our activities here!”I laughed bitterly. “

The sweet smell of coffee pulled me out of my room before I was even fully awake. My head felt like it had been smacked on the floor several times, heavy from the mess I put myself through in the last twenty-four hours, but the sharp scent of roasted beans and buttered croissants was impossible to ignore.I stepped into the suite’s living room and froze.Alex was already at the table. Perfectly composed, not a single hair on his head out of place, a white shirt fitted to his frame, sleeves rolled neatly at his elbows. He sat with one hand holding his iPad, the other casually cutting into his breakfast like it was just another morning. He looked so calm that, for a second, I wondered if I’d dreamt everything that had happened to me yesterday. I was begging God at this point to make sure it wasn’t real.He looked up the moment he sensed me. His eyes softened so unexpectedly that I felt my guard drop in his presence. “Good Morning, Chloe. Sleep well?”My throat was dry, but I forced

The words “Allow me to reintroduce you both to each other” still rang loudly in my head as Alina’s arm looped tighter around him, her smirk annoying the hell out of me.She didn’t pause or give me a moment to take what was happening, she just twisted the knife deeper. “This,” she announced proudly, “is one of my boy toys. I keep a few close by, you know, to relieve… ‘stress’. Travelling can be so exhausting without them.” Her tone was airy, cruelly casual, as though she were talking about handbags, not a living, breathing man who had just wrecked my insides two nights ago.The world tilted under me. My throat dried up instantly, my pulse rising to the point I could hear it in my own ear. Stress relief. I began to see flashes of his hands on me, his lips, the way I’d whispered his harder into his ears. My knees wobbled under the memory and shame burned up my chest, threatening to choke me.Alina tilted her head, eyes narrowing as if she could read me like one of her reports. Her smi

The door to my room burst open without any warning, slamming against the wall with a loud thud. I jolted upright, holding the blanket tighter around my half-naked body as Alex stormed in for whatever reason on earth. Without hesitation, he yanked the curtains wide up. The hooks rattled against the rod as sunlight exploded into my bedroom, stabbing at my already pounding head.I groaned and dragged the blanket to cover my face. “Are you insane?!” I snapped, my voice muffled. “Do you know what knocking is?”“Get up,” Alex barked, his tone sharp enough to slice through the haze of my hangover. “We’re leaving in an hour and thirty minutes. The plane is already waiting.”I peeked out from under the covers, eyes squinting against the glare. His shirt was perfectly pressed, his hair neat, not a single line out of place, as if barging in on people at the crack of dawn was part of the morning routine of effective people.“Would it kill you to give me some notice before dragging me halfway

One week after our trip back home and the glass doors of BW Enterprises hissed open in front of me, swallowing me back into a world I’d been praying that I didn’t have to return to. The scent of polished wood, coffee, and faint cologne hit me the moment I stepped in, that familiar mix that screamed power and money and Alex Blackwood.After the Maldives and everything that followed, I had prayed for peace in my life, maybe a slow Monday. I should’ve known better than it wouldn’t be possible in this hellhole. Peace and Alex didn’t belong in the same sentence.I squared my shoulders, walked through the corridor, and knocked before entering his office.He was there as usual, seated behind his massive desk, the city skyline looking still behind him. I wish I were lying, but his charcoal-grey suit was crisp, his tie perfect, his attention buried in whatever figures glowed on his laptop screen. The rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the keyboard filled the silence.“Good morning,” I sai