All Chapters of NAKED LIES OF THE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

It rang for what felt like hours. I stood inside the elevator, staring at the screen of the strange device pressed against my ear as the call continued unanswered.One ring. Then another, Then another. Nothing. The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, but I barely noticed.My attention remained fixed on the call. I stepped out of the elevator slowly, allowing other employees to pass around me while the phone remained against my ear.Still ringing.I wanted to know what happened in that meeting room. The information I had spent days risking myself to gather. Surely all of that had done something.Surely she had listened to the recordings by now. Surely it’s time I know fully the reason behind all this. But the blackmailer wasn’t answering.I lowered the phone briefly and checked the screen.The call was still active. Still ringing, No response. Frustration immediately began building inside me, I need answers too . I pressed the phone back against my ear and continued walking thr

The thought hit me suddenly, I just realized something.When Daniel bought the house… it was never in both our names. It had always been his. Legally, financially, entirely his. Which meant I didn’t have any real claim to it at all.No argument that would change his decision. Nothing. My chest tightened immediately as the implication sank in deeper.If he sold it, that was it. No fight would stop it.And I would have nowhere to go back to.I stood still for a moment in the middle of the office, staring at nothing in particular while my mind tried to process the next step too quickly.Because there was a next step. Whether I liked it or not. I exhaled sharply through my nose, frustration slipping out before I could contain it.My fingers curled slightly at my side. Not anger at just him anymore. At everything. And then the second realization followed immediately after, If the house was gone… I really had nowhere else tied to my name right now.Nowhere except, Adrian’s house. The thought

“I’ll be there in a bit, okay?” Adrian’s voice said through the phone.“Okay,” I responded.Then I ended the call.For a few seconds, I remained seated, staring blankly at the screen before setting the phone down on my desk.My mind was already moving ahead, The house, Packing, Moving, Everything felt rushed now.Suddenly real.I pushed my chair back and stood up quickly.If Daniel was serious, and knowing Daniel, he absolutely was, I needed to start preparing immediately.There was no point pretending the situation would somehow fix itself.I grabbed my bag and hurried out of the office.At the same time, I lifted the investigation device back to my ear.The number was still dialing, The blackmailer remained impossible to reach.I clenched my jaw slightly as I walked through the hallway.Answer the damn phone. For once. The blackmailer remained impossible to reach.I clenched my jaw slightly as I walked through the hallway.Answer the damn phone. For once. The thought made me uncomfo

One section at a time. I reached for the first hanger. Then paused. The dress hanging there was one I hadn’t worn in almost two years. A dark blue evening dress. I remembered exactly where I’d worn it. Daniel’s company gala.The year Skybound won the campaign. The year everything still felt normal. For a moment, I simply stared at it. Then I sighed and folded it into the box.Keep. Next. A white blazer. One of my favorites.Keep. Another dress. Keep. Another. Keep. Ten minutes later, I realized I wasn’t actually packing.I was reminiscing. Every piece of clothing seemed attached to a memory. A vacation. A dinner. A celebration. An argument. A version of myself I barely recognized anymore.I sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at the growing pile. This was going to take forever. The music from the living room drifted softly into the bedroom.At least the silence wasn’t haunting me anymore. I stood again and resumed sorting. This time faster. Piece after piece.Soon one box became

I stood at the front porch and watched as the movers carried the last few boxes out of the house. Back and forth they went. Boxes. Suitcases. Storage containers.Garment bags. Every trip seemed to take another piece of my life with it. The moving truck was almost full now. Its doors remained open as the men carefully arranged everything inside.I had taken everything that belonged to me. Everything. Not just my clothes and personal belongings. The things that had made the house feel like home. The things I’d spent years choosing. The table vases. The decorative pieces. The scented diffusers. The framed artwork.The throw blankets. The candles.The little details nobody noticed until they disappeared. One by one, they had all been packed away. Now the house looked Like a luxury property waiting for a buyer rather than a place where someone had built a life.The movers were taking everything to Adrian’s house. A thought that still felt surreal every time it crossed my mind. The distincti