All Chapters of NAKED LIES OF THE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

THE MOTEL RECEIPT The night air was cool against my skin as Adrian’s car slowed to a stop in front of my building. The street was quiet, washed in the soft yellow glow of the streetlights. Clara’s laughter still lingered in the car, light and easy, while Adrian leaned forward slightly, his hand resting loosely on the steering wheel. I turned to him and smiled. “Thank you for tonight. Really. I needed it.” His eyes met mine,steady, warm, and searching in that quiet way that made it hard to look away. “You don’t have to thank me,” he said softly. “It was… nice seeing you smile again.” Before I could answer, he reached out, slow, deliberate, and brushed a loose strand of hair from my face. His fingers barely touched my skin, but it felt like a ripple ran through me. Then, just before I could process it, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on my forehead. It was so gentle it almost broke something open inside me. “Goodnight, Emma,” he said, his voice low. “Goodnight,” I whispered. He

THE QUIET STORMI sat there for a long time. My car windows fogged slightly from my breathing. The street was quiet, except for the occasional passing car and the soft hum of the motel’s neon sign. I wanted to go in. My hand even touched the car door handle, but my body wouldn’t move.Every part of me screamed to march in there, to find the room number, to see his face and ask, “Who is she, Daniel?” to throw the truth in his face, to make him explain why he was standing inside that motel with flowers that weren’t meant for me.But fear held me back.Not fear of him, fear of what I’d find. Fear that if I walked in and saw another woman there, I wouldn’t be able to come back from it. I closed my eyes and pressed my palms against the steering wheel. My mind remembered the last time. The shouting. The embarrassment. The way his voice cut through me in front of people like I was nothing but a dramatic woman chasing shadows. I wasn’t ready for that again. Not tonight.I stayed still, watchin

A QUIET KIND OF HOPE The drive back home was silent. The kind of silence that fills the air when two people don’t know what to say after doing something they shouldn’t have. The radio played softly, a low hum of guitar strings and a voice that sounded too close to sorrow.Adrian kept one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting loosely on his thigh. His face was calm, too calm, like he’d already made peace with whatever just happened. I hadn’t. My thoughts were spinning, my chest tightening the closer we got to the city.I looked out the window, watching the blur of streetlights, the fading glow of sunset on the horizon. Everything looked beautiful,cruelly beautiful. I should’ve felt lighter, free even. But I didn’t. I felt… guilty.Not because of what happened, but because of how right it had felt in that moment.When he stopped in front of my apartment building, he turned to me. “You okay?”I forced a smile. “Yeah… just tired.”He nodded, his eyes soft. “Don’t think too much.

QUIET BETWEEN THE STORMS The road stretched endlessly before me as I drive , lined with trees whose branches swayed lazily in the evening wind. My heart felt heavier with every mile, like someone had tied a stone to it and dropped it into my chest.Daniel’s words still echoed in my head “restraining order” . The sharpness of it, the way he didn’t even look at me after saying it… it stung in a way I couldn’t explain.At a red light, I picked up my phone. Adrian’s message was still there, unopened.“I hope you’re okay.”I debated going to his house . My thumb hovered over the screen. I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. But the thought of going home to that empty house, the silence, the memories, the smell of Daniel still on the sheets . It was too much. So I sent a reply . “Im alright. Are you home ? . I need to rest somewhere tonight .” he sent a response so quickly. “Of course , if you need a quiet place tonight , I’m here. .”I sighed, turned the wheel, and took a different route. Th

ACROSS THE ENEMIES TABLE Clara gently tugged my arm.“Come on, let me show you around,” she said, bright and excited like she was giving me a tour of paradise.But to me…It felt like walking through a battlefield in soft shoes.We walked deeper into the lobby. The air felt cool, crisp, almost too clean. Every step echoed softly.Clara flipped her hair and pointed ahead.“That’s the main lounge area,” she said. “We usually hang out there before big meetings.”I nodded, even though my stomach was tightening.We stepped into a spacious lounge with velvet chairs arranged neatly around glass tables. A few employees were sitting, murmuring over tablets or sipping coffee. One woman glanced at us and smiled politely.Clara waved. “That’s Mira. She’s one of the project leads.”Mira’s eyes shifted to me.“Hi,” she said warmly. Clara pulled me along again, humming under her breath like this was just another normal Tuesday.We walked past a wall of glass offices, each one sleek, modern, minimal