All Chapters of STUCK WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE FOR CHRISTMAS : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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Chapter 91: RETUNING THE LOVE.

CINNAMON.I had spent nearly three weeks losing sleep over a question that seems straightforward until you find yourself faced with it. "What do you give a man who already has everything for Valentine's?" Dante Moretti had it all, and anything he didn't have, he could easily acquire. So, what could I possibly give him that would truly surprise him?I went back and forth until I shifted my focus from what he owned to how he felt. What inspired him? What did he carry quietly within himself? What would he never buy for himself because doing so would mean admitting he needed it? That’s where I found my answer.The gifts had been ordered three weeks in advance, confirmed twice, and were meant to arrive two days before Valentine's. When they hadn't shown up by the evening of the thirteenth, I found myself sitting in the kitchen on the phone with customer service because I had lost my patience. Dante passed through the kitchen once, noticed my expression, silently poured me a glass of water,

Chapter 92: HAPPY BUT BOTHERED.

CINNAMON. The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to a wave of sound. Laughter burst in first, bright and unrestrained followed by applause that surged too quickly and loudly for a typical Monday morning. Overwhelmed, I stayed inside the elevator, fingers gripping the strap of my bag, my heart racing as if I had stepped onto a stage instead of my own office floor. Finally getting ahold of myself, I stepped out. DreamHaven took me completely. People turned in unison, smiles on their faces. Someone whistled. A banner spread across the glass wall, my name emblazoned on it in an overly enthusiastic font sprinkled with glitter that sparkled under the fluorescent lights. It was chaotic, affectionate, and all too much. The sound struck a soft spot in my chest. I hadn’t realized how empty that space had felt until it was filled. God, how I had missed this. The aroma of coffee. The steady hum of printers. The way everyone spoke over one another as if urgency were a form of curr

Chapter 93: COULD MY THOUGHTS BE WRONG?

CINNAMON.I waited until leaving didn’t seem obvious. I wanted the party to thin out so that my absence wouldn’t appear abrupt. Then, I excused myself, told Risa I would be back, and made my way toward Dante's office.Walking through the hallway, catching glimpses of offices, some things have changed since my last visit to this building.I knocked on his door and pushed it open. He looked up from his laptop, and as soon as our eyes met, he smiled. My heart began to slow. 'See,' I thought. 'He's fine. You're fine. Everything is fine.'I closed the door behind me and approached his desk, lightly trailing my hand along the edge of the conference table. I perched on the corner of his desk, crossed my legs, and allowed the moment to be exactly what it was."Are you trying to distract me, Mrs. Moretti?" he asked."Is it working?"Slowly, I tucked my hair behind my ear. The diamonds on my ring caught the morning light streaming through the office windows and scattered it around. I noticed hi

Chapter 94: WHAT I CAN FIX.

DANTE.The messages had been coming in since the fourteenth. Each time, it ruined my mood and drained my energy. Always the same line, arriving with the same encrypted number that vanished every time I tried to trace it back to something real. "Transfer five million dollars worth of Bitcoin to the below wallet or the world will know what you and your mother did."When I saw it, my mind tried to take me back to what we had promised to forget, but I pushed those thoughts away. I had buried that part of my memory.There were no more details or evidence attached just that sentence, lodged in my phone like a splinter I couldn't reach, burrowing deeper every time I tried to dismiss it.I spent two days convincing myself it was just a bluff. Empty extortion. Someone had picked a wealthy name and cast a line into the water to see if anything bit. This kind of thing happened to people like me more often than the news reported. You learned to spot the pattern of vague threats, the untraceable n

Chapter 95: A DEAD MAN HUNTS.

DANTE."Mom, we don’t speak that name either.""I'm just—""Mom."My phone rang, interrupting us. I reached for it instinctively, half-expecting Cinnamon's name, fully bracing myself for the guilt of explaining tonight without actually explaining.Bringing the blaring phone to my face, I saw the unknown number on the screen.The laughter ceased in my throat. Mom’s gaze shifted to my face as she instantly understood that whatever took my laughter could be the same thing hunting her. Her hands stilled in her lap. "Who is that?""Tate." I stood up adjusting my expression. "We have a project deadline, and I forgot he was calling tonight." I kept my tone relaxed. "I need to take this outside."She gradually relaxed. "Okay."I walked over to her, bent down, and held her tight. I would fight this battle for us."Stop worrying," I whispered into her hair. "It's nothing serious."She patted my arm and let me go.I rushed out, the night air taking dominance on my face. I walked straight to my c

Chapter 96: BOTHERED FOR NOTHING.

CINNAMON.Tears fell anyway, streaming down my cheeks as we exchanged rings on screen and the officiant declared us married. Dante drew me close, wrapping his arms around me as he kissed me passionately.The reception followed right after. Dinner was served on the open deck as the sun dipped below the sea behind us. There were speeches—Risa's made half the room laugh while the other half reached for napkins. Khole's was brief but said everything in just three sentences. Then there was Dove's, delivered without notes as she stood at the front with her champagne flute, looking at me with a welcoming gaze. At the end, she said, "I prayed for you for him, and God was generous."I found myself unable to speak after that.Then came hours of dancing. Dante wasn’t a natural dancer but it didn’t matter because he held me as if nothing else existed in that room. That’s also what the camera captured, which made me quietly sob on my couch at now almost 4 a.m. while watching it.At one point durin

Chapter 97: INTERRUPTED BLISS.

CINNAMON. The silk had twisted somewhere around my ribs, but neither of us cared. Dante’s body was searingly hot against mine, the crumpled fabric dragging across my stomach and breasts every time he moved. The friction alone aroused me. Dante started moving, stretching me with slow thrusts as I clenched my jaw against the burn. It felt good. So, so good. He kissed me harder, more desperate. My hips rose to meet him and my body took over from my mind, which was exactly what I'd needed, and he went deeper and I let him set the pace, relaxing with every stroke until my body got used to being filled completely. And it was. So fucking full. He put all his cock in, not sparing an inch and it made my toes curl. It turned to an intense pleasure that tightened my entire body and I welcomed it. I pulled him tighter, moving my hips against him, panting as he went deeper and deeper, the pleasure building and building. I moaned as the pang of it in my stomach had me clawing at him. I w

Chapter 98: HER NAME IN LIGHTS.

DANTE. Five months. That’s how long it had been since the messages stopped. The encrypted calls ceased. The single sentence that had come like clockwork every few days simply vanished, mid-cycle, without a goodbye, escalation, or follow-through. The mercenary I had employed to neutralize this headache had hit a wall. No identity, origin, or face to connect to any of it. But he suspected that the digging itself had frightened whoever was on the other end. That sometimes happened. People who operated in shadows didn’t always remain brave when they realized those shadows could turn against them. I chose to believe that. Not because it was definitely true. It was simply a reassurance I needed to function. I forgot everything, going back to living, working, loving my wife, raising my son, and gradually letting the threat fade into the background noise of a life filled with other demands for my attention. Dove, for instance. Whatever expensive hobby she had taken up — which I

Chapter 99: PROUD FAMILY.

DANTE.They all held their breath, waiting as the MC continued. I was so sure about her winning so I relaxed. Being able to spot success was one great trait I had as a businessman."This author racked over six hundred million sales on light reading apps and two hundred million in paperback sales within two months of release—"Cinnamon grabbed her sister's other hand."—I am honored to present this award to Khole Wealth, known to her readers and to literature—" the MC smiled, "—as Lana Steele."The room went wild with cheers.Khole didn't move for exactly two seconds.Then she was on her feet and I was on mine, Oliver grabbing my lapel in sleepy confusion. She threw her arms around me first, which surprised me enough that I almost stepped back, and then she turned to Cinnamon and they held each other, tears of happiness streaming down their faces."You did it!" Cinnamon kept saying, her voice rising higher each time. "You did it, you did it—"I put Oliver on my hip and put my free hand

Chapter 100: THE CAKE.

CINNAMON."Thank you, Ci. You're the best sister-in-law," Dove said as she hugged me and kissed my cheeks before dancing away.That was another two million dollars sent her way, bringing the total to fifteen million in just six days. I didn't mind giving her anything since I could afford it, but it had become a regular occurrence, and her explanations for how she used the money were becoming less convincing. What worried me more was her appearance.Dove had lost a lot of weight and always seemed to be under the influence. I attempted numerous times to arrange a girls' outing with her to find out what was going on with her, but she always found a way to evade it.I watched her cross the garden in her flowing sundress, without a single care, and I wanted so badly to believe that's what she was.Exhaling, I pushed aside the worry and turned to face Oliver's birthday.Dante had lost his mind.That was the only explanation for what he had built in the backyard of the property we were renti

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