Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Lie: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 16

My stomach churned endlessly with annoying butterflies and a tiny, traitorous part of my me was excited. It's like. my body no longer belongs to me.Oh boy.Damian's tall figure loomed in front of me, dressed in an immaculate black suit and then suddeny, his fingers appeared before my eyes. Long and controlled.They lifted my veil slowly and grazed the side of my face. A shiver ran down my spine before I could stop it.Annoying.I hated that my body reacted like that. I don't even know this man.The veil fell back completely, revealing my face to him and for a moment, he froze.Damian's eyes widened slightly. Not dramatically, but just enough for me to notice.He looked mesmerized.As if he hadn't expected to see what he saw beneath the veil.But the moment passed quickly.His expression smoothed into that usual composed mask of indifference.Of course it did. It always did. The crowd was getting impatient.“Don’t want to keep the people waiting, do we?” he said smoothly.His voice wa

The first thing that hit me when we landed wasn’t the coolness of the air. It wasn't the sweet smell of the atmosphere. it was the wealth.Not the loud, desperate kind people try to show off on social media. No. This was quiet. Effortless. The kind that didn’t need validation.Damian Westwood owned a private jet.A private jet.I stared back at the sleek aircraft we descended from, my mind still trying to catch up with that single fact. The leather seats, the polished wood finishes, the way the flight attendant addressed him like royalty. It all replayed in my head as if I hadn’t just lived it. Just how rich were the Westwoods? I've asked myself this before and I still can't get my answer.Hawaii unfolded before us like something out of a dream. Endless stretches of turquoise water kissed the shoreline, the sand so pale and smooth, it almost glowed under the sun. Palm trees swayed lazily, as though they had no obligations in the world. Our “resort” wasn’t a resort.It was a private

I stepped down from Damian’s, most likely absurdly expensive, private jet, my heels clicking softly against the polished steps.A strange sense of relief washed over me the moment my feet touched the ground. Although, I missed the resort. The quiet mornings. The endless horizon. The illusion of peace.But that was over now.This chaos, this city, this life—was where I belonged.Back to work.Back to reality.Back to claiming what was mine.A small smile tugged at my lips.Rachel Hartley.Soon to be CEO of Hartley Holdings.The title alone sent a thrill through me. I had imagined this moment more times than I could count. Power. Control. Independence.Everything I had worked for.Everything I had sacrificed for.In the middle of my thoughts, a hand slipped into mine.Damian.I stiffened immediately, instinctively trying to pull away, but his grip tightened just enough to stop me. Not forceful, but deliberate.“People are watching,” he murmured, his voice low, almost brushing against