Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BILLIONAIRE’S BELLA: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

(Jace pov) It took Marcus and a few others of my friends a lot of convincing to get me out of the office.. “ Live a little,” Marcus always says. “You’ve got enough money to retire twelve times over. Stop acting like life is a business meeting.”I always laugh at that. My friends always tell me to get loose from time to time and enjoy life at its fullest..and I laugh.I hadn’t always been rich like others that were born with a silver spoon in their mouth from birth, I built my wealth from scratch, brick by brick , just so I could be able to afford my present lifestyle and to make sure none of my children lacked anything, heck even 4 generations after him wouldn’t lack anything and wouldn’t have to work that hard, because he was putting the effort now..I had been invited earlier for an event which I declined, I never really attended these parties anyways, they still always invited me out of formality I tossed it to the side the same way I usually tossed the others that cam

~Jace Pov~ Saturday morning, and I still couldn’t get the kiss out of my head. The taste of last night hadn’t left my mouth. It was like mint and cinnamon. And something else I couldn’t name. She hadn’t even told me her name. Bella. That wasn’t even her real name. It was something I called her since she was too stunned to tell me hers. It was just something that came to me something , haunting, and unbothered. She’d worn this wicked little short, silky, blue dress that shifted to silver under the club lights like it knew exactly what it was doing. A walking sin. Not until I saw that guy the creep who didn’t understand boundaries. She’d clearly said no. Her body language screamed discomfort. So I stepped in. I didn't think twice. I didn’t sleep. Not really. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her again wide eyes, shaken voice, that stupidly brave look on her face when she told that creep to back off. And then that kiss. Soft. Sharp. Stolen. I ran a hand down my f

~Tessa~ Night rolled in, and I was deep into the only game that ever gets me “Zombie Kitchen Royale” (don’t ask). My teammates were getting crushed, and I was yelling at my iPad like the fate of the world depended on it. “Put your head in the game, Brian! No, don’t run into the fire oh my God, you moron!” They couldn’t see me, but they could sure hear me. I was in full competition mode, like this wasn’t just pixels it was war. Sophia waltzed into my room, spatula in hand, giving me the look only someone wearing pink bunny slippers can pull off. “You should be more civil and talk less,” she scolded. I yanked my headphones off. “If it was a thief, what help would a spatula be?” She whacked me on the shoulder with it. “See? Not a waste after all. Dinner’s ready come help set the table.” One of the many reasons I love Sophia: her food. She cooks so well. Me? Let’s just say I cook… without the “so well.” We talked about her internship over dinner apparently, her boss is

~Liv The moment we stepped inside, I forgot all about the creaking dock. The yacht’s interior was every shade of indulgence gleaming floors of dark wood polished so fine they caught the shimmer of chandelier light, champagne buckets filled with ice that sparkled like diamonds, and curved leather lounges tucked along the sides. A glass staircase arched to the upper deck, catching the reflection of golden light and city glitter off the waves. Everywhere I looked, people glittered too designer dresses, sharp suits, champagne glasses tilted in laughter. “VIP everywhere,” Sophie whispered at my side, looping her arm through mine. “But this…” she pointed toward the glass railed stairs where our host was waving us over, “this is VIP VIP.” We followed, heels clicking, laughter bubbling between us, and were ushered to a lounge on the upper deck. It was quieter here, more refined the music still pulsed but lower, velvet seating curved in elegant circles, and the panoramic windows gave the il

~Tessa- My voice was shaky. “Liv, this is Tariq. Tariq from T Fashion House. The Tariq I’ve been talking about for months!” Liv frowned, confused. “Wait, like… the fashion house? The one you recently sent an emails to?” “Yes!” Tessa shouted, half thrilled, half exasperated. “And you were casually talking to him last night like he’s just some random T!” Liv snatched the card back, staring at it properly for the first time. The embossed silver logo shimmered under the morning light. “Oh.” “Oh?” I repeated, incredulous. “That’s all you have to say?” Liv shrugged, still dazed. “I didn’t even know him. But it was a good conversation.” Sophie snorted. “Classic Liv, meets a literal fashion mogul and says ‘oh.’” I shook my head, but there was a small smile tugging at my lips. “Well, since you already enjoyed talking to him, don’t ruin it by acting starstruck now. Just… be you.” Before Liv could answer, Zara’s voice broke in. “Ladies, our ride’s outside. Let’s move before the driver l