All Chapters of NAKED LIES OF THE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

THE EMPTY HOUSEI woke up with a stiff neck and a heavy head, the kind of heaviness that comes when sleep wasn’t rest, just escape. The blanket on me was too thin, barely covering my legs, and the couch cushion dug into my hip. I must’ve tossed around all night.I blinked at the ceiling for a moment, disoriented, then everything from last night crashed into me at once. The email. The picture. Adrian walking away from me without a word. His coldness. The way he said he was “tired.” The way he didn’t even try to look at me again.My chest tightened. The house was too quiet, the air felt stiff, like even the walls were holding their breath. I pushed myself up slowly and wiped my eyes. My phone had slipped to the floor during the night. I picked it up. 10:14 a.m. Adrian never slept this late.Never. Normally, by this time he was already singing in the kitchen, or making coffee, or moving in and out of rooms like he had a whole routine only he understood. Now… nothing. I sat still for a mo

THE NIGHT I BROKE The drive to the venue felt unreal. My hands were clenched so tightly around the steering wheel that at some point I couldn’t feel my fingertips. This was Daniel’s job, driving, directing, leading. He always drove us there, always cracked jokes to ease my anxiety before these events, his hand usually resting on my thigh, his cologne filling up the car, his voice teasing me about us arriving fashionably late.Tonight… it was just me.And the silence, every streetlight passing by like a warning I refused to hear. By the time I parked outside the Skybound venue, my heart was crawling up my throat. The building looked bigger than I remembered, sleek, bright, full of movement. Glass everywhere, reflecting my anxious face back at me like some sad, determined stranger. I could barely swallow. For a moment, I just watched people walk in, confident, belonging, laughing. I sat there for a minute, breathing too fast, wondering why I felt like an intruder in a place I had helped

I REALLY SEE HIM A night later, I was finally able to breathe without feeling like the room was tilting. My head was clearer, my heartbeat calmer… yet Daniel never came back. Not a text. Not a call. Not even a shadow passing by the doorway. It almost didn’t hurt anymore. Almost.The only thing that gave me a strange sense of security was the divorce file I had slid under my pillow, as if hiding it close to me made the truth less heavy. When I called Adrian and Clara, I expected panic. I did not expect them to burst into my room the way they did.The door flew open, and before I could blink, a massive bouquet of roses, so huge it looked like it belonged in a movie scene, entered before Adrian himself. I actually gasped. “How… did you carry that?” I blurted. He set the bouquet down, slightly breathless, brushing petals off his sleeve. “For you? I’d carry ten.”Then he moved toward me slowly, almost cautiously, like I was glass. He took my hands gently, so gently I felt the warmth trave

TOO MANY EYESI woke up in Adrian’s arms,Warm, Heavy, Possessive. His hand rested low on my waist, fingers splayed across my hip like he had claimed the entire night and still wasn’t done. My cheek was against his chest, rising and falling gently beneath me, his heartbeat steady… too steady for the storm that was already forming in my head. I had still not gotten over the response email I received last night. Adrian stirred behind me.A sleepy hum vibrated against my back, then his lips brushed my neck,soft, lazy, warm. He tightened his arm around my waist and whispered, voice low and rough:“Morning, beautiful…” I swallowed hard, forcing a smile as I turned to face him. His eyes were half-open, but already brightening when he looked at me. He pulled me closer and kissed me, slow and sweet, like he wasn’t in a hurry for anything.“You have no idea,” he whispered against my lips, “how much you’re going to make my day.” I blinked, confused. “How?” He grinned, brushing a strand of hair f

THE DREAM The sheets were cool beneath my palms, soft in that expensive room, which smelled faintly of him: clean, masculine, restrained. Power wrapped in silence. His arm was draped across my waist, heavy, anchoring, like it had every right to be there. Daniel.His breath brushed the back of my neck, slow and steady. Too calm. Too practiced. The man who once unraveled me now moved like someone who had mastered distance, even in closeness. I shifted slightly, and he responded immediately, his hand tightening at my hip, fingers pressing into my skin as if confirming I was real. As if he needed to remind himself that I was here. With him. Again. “Don’t move,” he murmured, voice low . I closed my eyes.His lips found my shoulder, lingering there, warm and deliberate. Not rushed. Never rushed with Daniel. Everything about him had always been controlled, measured touches, restrained hunger. Even desire, with him, felt like something dangerous being carefully contained.“You’re still te