All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE LAST LIE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

“ Eva Monroe Point Of View'' The black SUV was as quiet as a grave.Felix Vaughn sat across from me, rigid in his designer suit, his face set like stone.No small talk. No reassurances. Just the slow tick of the dash clock as the city blurred past us.My fingers tightened around the velvet ring box he’d handed me. The diamond inside was stupid-big—too much like this entire plan. I wasn’t the girl who wore things like this. I was the girl who wiped ketchup off cracked plates and bartered pills for late-night cab rides.Now I was being driven uptown like I belonged.I didn’t.“You’re quiet,” Felix said, barely glancing at me.“I’m trying not to puke.”He cracked the faintest smile. “Nerves?”“Common sense.”He turned his head. “If you’re looking for an exit, say the word. I’ll have the driver turn around.”I looked out the window.The skyline sparkled like a tempting promise. I pictured Liam lying in that hospital bed, his skin pale and clammy with fever. Lately, his laughter had faded

"Eva Monroe's Point Of View'' The flashing lights were almost blinding.We stood on the red carpet outside the Lucent Foundation Gala, with cameras aimed at us like they were sniper rifles, every lens focused on us as if we were prey rather than guests.Cassian’s hand held mine tightly, possessively, but there was nothing warm or affectionate about it. It was a signal. A warning. A contract in touch form.“Smile,” he murmured under his breath. “Like I just gave you the moon.”I angled my chin and curled my lips. My smile hurt.“Ms. Monroe! What’s it like being engaged to New York’s most elusive billionaire?” one of the photographers shouted.“Is it true he proposed during a helicopter ride?” another barked.Cassian gave a faint smirk and pulled me closer. “I like my privacy,” he said, loud enough for the press. “But I couldn’t resist showing her off.”They ate it up. Cameras clicked. Flashes popped.My cheeks throbbed from the effort of keeping up appearances.Inside the gala, the at

"Eva Monroe's Point Of View'' The tray wobbled a bit in my hands as I made my way down the marble corridor. It felt silly—totally unnecessary, really—but I hadn’t summoned anyone this time.The new kitchen girl couldn’t have been older than sixteen. She had nervous hands and twitchy eyes and flinched at every little creak of a door. I found her in tears behind the pantry, whispering apologies to no one in particular. When I asked her what was wrong, all she could say was, “I spilled the wine—his wine.” I didn’t even need to ask who “he” was.So I cleaned it. Silently. Without a word, I’d taken the shattered glass from her trembling fingers and told her to go rest. She hadn’t stopped thanking me. She didn’t know I’d done it for myself as much as for her. I didn’t want Cassian to have another excuse for punishment. Not today.I made my way back to the study, carrying the replacement tray, while the soft sound of violins floated through the hallway like whispers from another time. The m

" Eva Monroe's Point Of View'' I didn't sleep. Not really. I shut my eyes, but my thoughts just wouldn’t quiet down. Ever since that night on the balcony. Cassian hasn’t said a single word. I can still remember the way he looked me in the eye and told me how his father used to bury bodies where the roses grew the thickest.He hadn’t cried. He hadn’t flinched. “Just said it like a man reading a will no one asked to hear.”And now we are here.The silence in the penthouse was so thick, it felt like it could wrap around me. I moved through it like I was wading through fog, each step dragging me down a little more. Every creak of the floorboards seemed to bounce around in my head, amplifying the stillness.Cassian was still slumped in the same armchair he’d collapsed into hours earlier. The blinds were drawn. No TV, no drink in hand. Just stillness. It felt like he was stuck in time, while I was the only one still alive and breathing.I stood by the kitchen island, keeping my distance