All Chapters of Sexting the Billionaire: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Dave’s POVI stepped out of my car and saw him waiting by the gate of the villa.Ferdinand, my personal assistant.He bowed the instant my shoes hit the gravel.“You were not supposed to sleep the night in Paris. A lot happened throughout the night.” His words landed on me like a hammer.“What happened?” I asked, my voice steady but tight.“Scar tried to reach you but your line was busy all night, sir. One of the women we brought in tried to run.”My pupils narrowed and the heat rose behind my eyes.Any woman under my control who tried to flee would be made an example, a lesson carved into the memory of everyone employed at the warehouse so that escape would be unthinkable.I tossed the Bugatti key to Ferdinand without a word. He caught it and understood instantly what to do.He bowed again as I moved to the passenger side.I opened the passenger door and slid inside; he took the driver’s seat and started the engine. He already knew our destination without me saying it. He put the gear

Abraham’s POVThe restaurant was quiet, the kind of quiet that felt heavy. We sat by the table in a restaurant whose name I’d forgotten to check. It was something that started with Madam or whatnot, a warm-looking place with low lights and faint chatter in the distance.I had followed her inside without saying a word. She walked ahead with calm determination, and I trailed behind, not out of pride but because she wanted it that way. If I was going to earn a chance to explain myself, I had to follow her lead completely.When she finally sat down at a table by the window, I joined her quietly, sitting across from her while Cynthia took the seat beside her mother. My hand rested on the table, stiff and unsure, while my eyes searched her face little by little, trying to find even the smallest trace of warmth or forgiveness.I was sitting at one end of the table, and she sat at the other, her posture straight, her eyes unreadable. Cynthia fidgeted slightly, looking between us with hope fli

Abraham’s POVI watched him step outside the restaurant after clearing the bill of what Sarah and I ordered, moving with the confidence of someone who believed he owned the entire place. The moment he turned his back and pushed through the doors, the air around me loosened, but only slightly.To be candid, before he stepped out of the restaurant, when he towered over me, my heart had panicked in a way I had not felt in years. It pounded in my chest as though it were part of a relay race pushing toward the finish line. In that moment, I genuinely thought he was going to do it again. I thought he would lace another punch across my face the same way he did the last time.Not like I was afraid he would beat me up like a helpless pup. I had endured worse in my life. But my bruises were still tender, and Dr Chen’s words sounded instantly in my mind like a warning that refused to fade. He had done so much to ensure my bruises from the last time began to heal slowly. It was not even guarantee

Sarah’s POVI stood at Dave’s villa gate, unsure why my legs had brought me here so quickly. I did not have to come, especially not right after our call, right? But something in me insisted that I needed to thank him in person. It felt necessary. It felt grounding. After everything happening in my life, seeing him felt like the only moment of clarity I could give myself.What he did earlier kept replaying in my head. He really acted as though naturally he was a jerk, even though deep down I knew he was simply trying to be firm, exactly the way I secretly wanted him to act. Abraham had pushed me too far. Someone needed to stand up to him. Someone needed to show him that he could not treat me like a fool anymore.Abraham should be put in his place, should he not?He made me look stupid for too long, so yes, he deserved to be ridiculed too. Maybe that was petty, but it felt human. Still, the old saying echoed in my mind. Two wrongs do not make a right. I knew that. But the truth was that

Sarah’s POVI stepped into the Innovation communist building the next day, the morning air still clinging to my skin like a reminder of everything that had happened yesterday. Max was already waiting by the door, standing tall as though he had been rehearsing for my arrival. The moment he saw me, he extended his hand with a big smile on his face, his excitement almost contagious.“Good morning,” I said, my voice gentle but steady.“Good morning, Ms Lincoln. I’ve been waiting for you,” he replied politely as he led me inside. His pace was calm, giving me time to take in the atmosphere of the company I was now officially a part of.Today was the day I was supposed to resume at this company, right? My position as project manager, the very role they hired me for, was what I had always loved to do. And even as Max walked ahead of me, guiding me like a visitor, I already felt the familiar confidence settling in.Without being told, I already knew what to do. But being ahead of the person le