All Chapters of NAKED LIES OF THE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

SHE WALKED INI swallowed hard and forced my gaze back to my glass. The water level had dropped halfway. My reflection stared back at me, distorted, unsteady. I barely recognized the woman looking up at me, eyes too alert, shoulders too tense, lips pressed together like they were holding secrets.I rested my elbow on the table and pressed my fingers briefly to my temple. Get it together, Emma. I took one more careful sip, slower now, deliberate. The panic didn’t disappear, but it dulled, retreating just enough for me to think clearly. I wasn’t fainting tonight. A woman walked in then.I noticed her immediately, too immediately, like my body reacted before my mind could stop it. She moved with the kind of confidence that demanded attention, heels clicking softly against the floor as if the room had shifted to make space for her. Her legs were long and slender, smooth, catching the warm restaurant light with every step. The dress she wore dipped into a deep V, her breasts unapologetical

WATCHING THEM DISAPPEAR My phone rang, For a split second, I didn’t move. I just stared ahead, my eyes still locked on Daniel and her through the glass, my fingers frozen around the phone as it vibrated again in my palm. I didn’t want to answer. Not now. Not when my insides were already burning, twisted tight with rage, jealousy, and something far uglier.But I picked up.“Hello?” My voice sounded steadier than I felt.“What did you mean by the text you sent me?” Clara asked immediately. No greeting. No softness. Just suspicion wrapped in control.I inhaled deeply, slowly, my chest rising as my gaze refused to leave them. Daniel laughed at something the woman said. His hand slid down again, possessive, familiar. My jaw clenched.“Do you want in or not, Clara?” I snapped, the words spilling out sharper than I intended. Fury simmered beneath them, fed by the sight of his hand landing on her ass again, casual and confident, like it belonged there.There was a pause on the line.“It soun

INSIDE THE ROOM I kept going, Door after door, Knock, Pause, Silence, Knock again. “Room service.” Nothing. It didn’t feel like a full house at all. Too many quiet rooms. Too many unanswered doors. My footsteps echoed back at me, soft but accusatory, like the hallway itself was watching.I moved down the corridor slowly, repeating the same line, the same knock, the same practiced calm I didn’t feel. “Room service.” Nothing.Each door that stayed closed tightened something in my chest. With every step, the possibilities narrowed. Until there was only one door left. The last one.My heart sank so suddenly it felt like my body finally caught up with what my mind already knew. This was it. I stopped in front of the door and just stood there. The hallway lights hummed faintly above, casting a warm glow that made everything feel unreal, staged, like a scene I could still walk away from if I wanted to.I didn’t.I reached up and slowly pulled off my face cap. My fingers trembled as cool ai

UNKNOWN CALLERThe sound sliced through my sleep like glass. My phone rang, sharp, insistent, and I jolted awake, my heart already racing before my mind could catch up. For a split second, I didn’t know where I was. Then the ceiling came into focus. The familiar crack near the corner. The pale curtains I’d been meaning to change for months. I was home. Not Adrian’s place. Mine.That realization hit harder than it should have. My body felt heavy, sore in that dull, aching way that comes from restless sleep and unresolved panic. I reached for the phone on my bedside table, squinting at the screen. Unknown number. Of course. I hesitated, my thumb hovering. Something in my chest tightened, an instinctive warning. But I answered anyway.“Hello?” My voice came out rough. “Who is this?” There was a pause on the other end. Not silence, breathing. Calm. Measured. Then a woman spoke.“Emma Velasquez…” The way she said my name made my skin prickle. Slow. Mocking. Like she’d practiced it.“I don’

SOMETHING DIFFERENT I swallowed. Images flashed through my mind, the gala night, the emails, the photos, Daniel’s hands pushing me back, the woman’s mocking tone on the phone. Everyone seemed capable of damage now. Everyone felt sharp. “You know what, forget I asked,” I said quickly, the words tumbling out as if I could pull them back the moment they left my mouth.There was another pause. Then his voice softened. “I would never hurt you, Emma,” Adrian said. “I would never.” The way he said it, certain, almost wounded, made my chest tighten. He thought that was what I meant. That I was asking if he would hurt me. Not if he had hurt someone else. Not if there were parts of him I didn’t know. Just… me.I nodded even though he couldn’t see it, my fingers still curled tightly around my phone. Guilt crept in, slow and heavy. Guilt for carrying so many thoughts I couldn’t explain without unraveling everything. “I know,” I murmured . He had no idea that I was about to ruin him to save mysel