All Chapters of Taming the billionaire playboy : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 30 — My WifeEven Jamie, who usually had ten jokes ready at all times, sank into the booth like she wanted to disappear entirely. Jasmine’s pulse beat increase she wasn't expecting him coming here like this, she didn't even know how he found her, was he tracking her. she searched her body for a chip or something like a tracking device but found none. Alex stood there silent, expression unreadable, but his presence filled the whole café so completely that even the couple at the next table stopped talking. They might have recognized him and were probably recording just to get a video of him or her messing up on social media. she searched her thought to remember if her voice was loud when she was speaking to Luke, it's wasn't. Luke leaned back in the booth, arms crossed, trying to look unfazed… But the tightness in his jaw gave him away. He was annoyed, maybe even intimidated but he was trying hard not to show it and it wasn't working. Jamie mouthed silently at

CHAPTER 32— chaos As Jasmine stepped out,.She inhaled deeply, trying to steady herself. What was supposed to be a simple hangout had already turned into a storm of awkward energy. Jamie was buzzing beside her, practically glowing. Luke hovered a few steps behind, pretending to scroll on his phone even though he wasn’t reading anything. And Alex… well, Alex strolled out last, sunglasses sliding down his nose, looking like trouble wrapped in confidence. And then Jason jogged up from the corner, waving as if he had sprinted all the way there. “Sorry! Traffic was crazy,” he said as he caught his breath. Jamie lit up like Christmas lights.Plus My mom held me hostage to chop onions—long story.”Jamie threw her arms around him instantly, babbling about the plans for the day. Jason noticed Jasmine next. “You look great,” he added politely. She smiled. “Thanks. Ready?” Luke and Alex both answered at the same time. “Yes.” “No.” They glared at each other. Jamie mouthed, O

chapter -34: just one day Jasmine’s breath hitched the moment their lips brushed. For a second—just a second—she let herself melt into the warmth of it, the closeness, the unfamiliar softness of being wanted… or whatever this was supposed to be. But something snapped inside her. No. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t love. This wasn’t anything she had earned or deserved or even understood. She jerked back so fast Alex blinked, stunned. Jasmine took two shaky steps away, touching her lips like they were burning. Her heart thundered so loudly she wondered if he could hear it. Alex frowned and reached out, fingers brushing her wrist gently. “Jasmine… hey. What’s wrong?” His voice was low, confused, almost soft. She pulled her hand out of his grasp. “Stop.” “Stop?” His brows drew together. “What did I do?” “You know exactly what you did.” Her voice trembled—not with fear, but with the kind of anger born from hurt. Alex blinked again, thrown off. “Jasmine, if this is

Chapter 35 - I'm on my way Jasmine didn’t flinch. She didn’t gasp. She didn’t cry. She didn’t even blink at Mia standing there half-dressed like she’d walked out of a cheap drama series. She just lifted her chin. Cold. Calm. Like the whole scene was beneath her. Alex, on the other hand, looked like someone had lit a fuse inside him "jasmine". But Jasmine lifted a hand. “It’s okay.” Alex spun toward her. “Jasmine—no, it’s not—” She shrugged like her heart wasn’t cracking in half. “I’m just your contract wife, remember? I don’t care what you do or who you do it with.” Her voice was steady. Only her eyes betrayed her. She turned to leave. Alex grabbed his phone instantly. “Caroline. Come to my office. Now.” His secretary rushed up seconds later, nearly stumbling. “You see this?” Alex’s voice was dangerously calm. “If you EVER let Mia into my office again, you’re fired.” Caroline nodded frantically. “Yes, sir! I’m so sorry—she said she had your perm

CHAPTER 38- The deal with the devil Alex and Jasmine stepped out of the conference room side-by-side, both wearing calm smiles that hid the storm that had hit them minutes ago. The employees waiting outside instantly straightened. Phones lowered. Postures tightened. Conversations died abruptly. And together—like a perfectly coordinated power couple—they walked out as though nothing had happened. Alex nodded politely at the staff. Jasmine returned every greeting warmly, her professionalism glowing. If anyone had heard raised voices earlier, they would never guess. They looked steady. Composed. Untouchable. Once the elevator doors closed, Jasmine finally let out a breath. Alex glanced at her, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You handled that well.” She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the little smile. “I had no choice.” “I can make things easier for you, you know,” he murmured. “And yet you never do,” she joked quietly. He huffed a soft laugh. The elevator opened to an