All Chapters of Marrying the Billionaire's Son: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"I might as well just die, right now." I cursed under my breath as I closed the fridge and got on my knees, looking under the couch. For the past two hours, I have been looking for my asthma pump with no luck. I sat down on my couch, unshed tears burning my eyes. I have been using my asthma pump since I was a teenager, and without it, I can't function. I exhaled, avoiding an asthma attack, without my pump next to me. The day at the bank had been exhausting, like any other, and every second had been a test of patience and nerve. I’d spent hours sorting cash, double-checking deposits, explaining over and over why a withdrawal couldn’t go through the same day, and listening to clients grumble about fees that weren’t my fault. My manager had barked at me twice for minor mistakes I didn’t make, and by lunch, I could already feel the weight of exhaustion pressing on my shoulders. My paycheck barely covered rent, utilities, and the asthma pump refill I now needed desperately. I swore under

"Nice to meet you." I nodded to him, smiling, even though what I really wanted was to shout and demand what the hell he was doing here. But the bigger question was why Mr. Zelinsky had just called him his son."We actually know each other, Sir." My voice came out sharper than I intended, with an edge that made Caleb’s face change instantly."You do? From where?" Mr. Zelinsky asked, surprised."We went to the same high school," I said, keeping a smug smile on my lips. Caleb’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing at me. I smirked, feeling good that even if it's for a second, I can make him uncomfortable."That’s great that you know each other," Mr. Zelinsky said warmly, looking between us. "It makes things easier when you’re not strangers." I forced a polite smile, but my stomach was knotted. Before I could say anything more, Mr. Zelinsky’s phone rang. He excused himself with a quick smile and stepped out to take the call, leaving the two of us in a heavy silence.As soon as the door clos

We sat in silence in the office after the lawyer left us. One minute felt like ten. The air felt heavy, almost sharp, like the walls were closing in. I kept glancing at Caleb, waiting for him to at least say something, but he didn’t. He kept staring at the floor as if he could burn a hole through it. I shifted in my chair, ready to stand up and walk out because the quiet felt too loud, too tense.“You’d better tell that damn lawyer that you won’t be taking this offer,” Caleb said suddenly. His voice cut through the silence like glass shattering. He stood up so fast the chair scraped the floor. Then he walked toward me and crouched to my level, invading my space completely.He was so close I could smell the bourbon on his breath. His icy blue eyes locked onto mine, sharp and demanding, like he was trying to pin me into place.“Why should I?” I forced out. My voice sounded steadier than I felt. My insides were shaking. Caleb was unpredictable. I had seen him with a gun. I had felt the

“Nice to meet you, Laura. But you need to discuss this with my father’s lawyer, though I doubt he will do anything about it.” Caleb said as he walked back to his desk, but didn't take a seat. I took the chance and walked up to the chair, sat down.“You can waste your time and contact the lawyer, but we are the CEOs of Zelinsky Banking,” I said as I sat back in the chair, getting comfortable. I must say that this chair is soft and relaxing; it really should only be reserved for the CEO.“I have a contract with David.” She flatly said, staring at me with a look full of menace. “I doubt that will work in court, a contract with a billionaire, and there were witnesses?” My body tensed up at Caleb’s question. If she has witnessed that the will might be void, and she could get all of Mr. Zelinsky’s businesses.“No.” She said in a small voice. “Is he a lawyer or someone you hired from the street? Because you seem to be the only one talking.” Caleb asked, gesturing to her quiet lawyer standing

I sighed for the 100th time in Caleb's car, annoyed at him for ambushing me with a proposal in front of the press. I didn’t even ask him to take me home. Everything about it feels like him, controlled and infuriatingly handsome. Caleb’s hands stayed locked on the steering wheel, knuckles pale, jaw clenched tight. My cheeks are still burning from the embarrassment of knowing that he doesn't love me, yet he fooled the whole world into thinking we are something. God, I should have walked away or slapped him across the face. “Emily.” His voice is low, strained. “Just breathe,"“I am breathing,” I snapped, turning to look at him. “Barely. Because someone,” I glared at the side of his face, “decided to trap me into a public engagement.”His eyes flick toward me for only a second, but it’s enough. That stupid, unfair face. That jawline that could cut me if I ran my finger against it, the way the collar of his suit is slightly loosened, revealing the faintest line of his throat. Why do I no