Surrendering to the Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

# Matthew The song was ending but I sure as hell wasn't ready to let go. To think I didn't even want to attend the ceremony—now I had myself wishing I had come earlier so I could drink in the beauty of this goddess. Carlos was burning holes in the back of my head. I could feel his eyes from across the room. He was probably wondering why I was dancing with my target. Because that's what Mia Patel was supposed to be. A target. A means to an end. She worked for Benjamin, the owner of the company I wanted to make mine. But according to my sources, she was the real brain. Jenson was the face, but Mia made the calls. The plan was simple. Offer her enough money to make her disappear. If that failed, threaten her. Make her boss fold. Easy. But then I saw her. From across the room. Black dress. No smile. Arms crossed. She didn't look impressed with anyone, and I liked that too much. Carlos had laughed. "Who wears black to a wedding?" Mia Patel does. And now I couldn't stop

MatthewI didn't believe in gods or luck, but nothing else could explain the amazing coincidence of Mia Patel walking right into my fucking bar. I thanked my lucky stars. Coming here after the ceremony was the right choice. My eyes trailed after her through the security system in my office like a creep as she made her way to the VIP area.I instantly made a call to one of the guards, Steve."Let her in," I said.I didn't want her using her money to pay for a ticket in order to get in. When she was settled, I ordered all her drinks on the house. I watched her expressions through the camera, and damn, I should have added audio, but it was satisfying nonetheless watching her changing expressions.As she settled herself comfortably on the sofa and brought out her phone, I suddenly wanted to know what she was doing—her favorite book, music, food. Fuck, I wanted to know everything about her. Her tense shoulders relaxed as she continued downing brandy like it was water. She loosened her hair

# MatthewIf looks could kill, Carlos would be buried six feet under.On one hand, I was relieved he stopped me before I did something as savage as taking Mia right there on my office desk. On the other, I wanted to wring his neck for the interruption."Really, Matthew?" Carlos's voice was laced with disbelief. "Of all the women in this city… her? The one we're supposed to use to get our hands on Rensons' network? This was your plan.""She's not just any woman," I said, my tone tight. She's the kind of woman who makes me forget why I wanted that damn company in the first place. She's crashed into my life like a storm, scattering every carefully laid plan I've built. But I wasn't about to admit that to Carlos.I strode into my office, every step deliberate, my temper simmering. The city skyline spread out behind my desk, a reminder of the empire I'd built from the ground up, an empire I intended to expand. Carlos followed, still glaring, still waiting for an explanation I wouldn't give

# MatthewFuck! She tasted as heavenly as I remembered. It hadn't been my intention to kiss her, but damn… I wasn't even sure what my intentions were the moment she walked into my office dressed like that.A crisp white blouse tucked into a high-waisted pencil skirt that hugged her in all the right places, paired with sharp black heels that announced her presence with every step. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek low bun — no-nonsense, efficient, the kind of style that screamed control — yet it only made the delicate line of her neck stand out all the more. And then there were her eyes… those ocean eyes. She wore a composed expression, but her gaze betrayed her: flickering between devouring me whole and throwing daggers in my direction. Gods, I loved it.But her enchantment aside, she was right. The incoming shipment was going to be a problem, a bigger one than I had accounted for. It was too large to simply ignore, yet too entangled in old agreements to deal with cleanly. And if

# MatthewI was on my way to my office when I noticed something strange. The lower floor was unusually quiet. Normally it buzzed with movement and chatter, people adjusting to the new system, rearranging things to suit my preferences. But now, silence.It had been a busy week. Meetings, reporters, endless questions about Mia and me. I almost laughed. If only they knew I was still working on making her mine. I could already imagine the headlines, but I was waiting for the right moment.The silence pulled me in. I followed it and stopped at the doorway, unnoticed. A crowd had formed. My height gave me the advantage, and that was when I saw her. Mia.My brows furrowed. She looked cornered, distressed, standing between two women. One I recognized instantly—the arrogant one who had stormed into my office with her pathetic attempt at authority. The other, a blonde I did not recognize, wore a haughty expression, glaring at Mia as if she owned the air she breathed.I stepped inside, closing t