Alle Kapitel von The Billion Dollar Heiress : Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

In another continent: Singapore.A polished black Lexus stopped in front of a towering black metal-and-glass building. The door opened, and Dev stepped out. He was about entering the building when he noticed he was alone.Taking in a controlled breath, he walked back to the car and knocked on the side window. It wound down, revealing Priya, her arms folded tightly across her chest.“What are you doing?” he asked.“I should ask you that,” Priya shrugged.“Priya, you begged you wanted to follow me here, so can you just get down the fucking car!” Dev pleaded. He was tired and didn’t have the time or patience to start dealing with her.“A gentleman always gets the car door for this lady,” Priya said simply.Dev let out a quiet chuckle, like he couldn’t believe her. “Priya, you—”He was still speaking when she wound the window back up.Shaking his head and inwardly blaming his family for this arrangement, he opened the car door himself.“Thank you, love. See, it wasn’t that hard,” she wink

Damien poured measured shots into both glasses.“Ladies first.” He gestured toward her after pulling out a chair.Isla narrowed her eyes before sitting opposite him.“Never have I ever been forced to spend a day with someone without my opinion mattering,” she said, chin raised defiantly.Damien huffed a laugh, picked up his glass, and downed it in one swallow without breaking eye contact.“Very strong,” he twisted his face, referring to the drink. Clearing his throat, he continued, “Never have I ever made a client beg on his knees before agreeing to work with him.”Isla rolled her eyes and chugged her glass. The wine burned warm on the way down, stronger than expected. It had been a long time since she drank.“Never have I ever organized a business gala just to publicly humiliate a businesswoman because you refused to take no for an answer.” She lifted a brow knowingly.“So you want to play like that, Isla?” Damien smirked slightly. He poured a shot and drank it. "And for the record,

The next morning,Isla’s lashes slowly fluttered open. The ceiling looked familiar, and so did the room. As she looked around, she realized she was back home. She couldn’t recall how she fell asleep or even how she got here, but she remembered crying in Damien’s arms.Speaking of Damien, their moment in Greece flashed through her mind. They had been playing a game when he suddenly became confrontational, and the next second they were kissing, wildly. Her hands lifted to her lips; they still felt swollen.Her phone rang beside her, cutting through her thoughts. She focused on the caller, anything to push the memory of that kiss away. It was an unknown number, which was strange because no one ever got her number.She picked up the call.“Am I speaking to Mrs. Isla Khan?” an unfamiliar female voice asked.Isla’s brows twisted. She pulled the phone away to check the caller ID again before responding.“Yes… and may I know who I’m speaking with, please?”The woman’s voice softened. “I’m a n

At a restaurant,"This is so thoughtful of you, Gareth," Priya gushed as she admired the three-layer diamond ring on Isla's finger. "This must have cost a fortune.""Priya, it's nothing." Isla, sitting opposite her, carefully pulled her hand away from Priya's and rested it on her lap."My queen is right. Nothing is too much when it comes to her," Gareth smirked, and Isla gave him a weak smile.Dev, sitting beside Priya, ignored them all, busy with his phone."Dev, at least try to acknowledge my friends," Priya frowned at him.Dev mumbled a curse before forcing a smile at Gareth and Isla. "Forgive me, I'm always working every minute.""He barely has time for himself, talk more of his wife-to-be," Priya added with a scoff."If I get you a diamond ring, are you going to shut up?" he asked dryly."Jerk!" Priya huffed, rolling her eyes unbelievably.Isla couldn't help but smile as she watched them. "You both would make the cutest couple. I can sense it."Dev only rolled his eyes at her wor

A cobblestone pathway made of fancy white stone rolled through the center of fine green grass, leading to a crystal arch decorated with flowers.Isla, dressed in a simple white gown, and Gareth, in a tailored suit, stood in front of the arch. An officiant stood between them, speaking.“We are here today in this beautiful garden to witness Mr Gareth Khan and Mrs Isla Khan reaffirm the vows they once made to each other.”Classical instrumental music played softly in the background, performed by a live orchestra. Their few close friends and family were seated on white chairs, peacefully watching the scene.“I, Gareth Khan, take you, Isla Khan, once again to be my lawfully wedded wife.I promise to love you..."It suddenly turned very silent for Isla as Gareth recited his vows. There was only the sound of the harsh wind in her ears, her heartbeat overpowering his voice. This time, her heart wasn’t beating because she was overly excited; it was as if a part of her wanted something to disrup