All Chapters of STUCK WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE FOR CHRISTMAS : Chapter 131 - Chapter 139

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Chapter 131: I MISSED MY BESTFRIEND.

CINNAMON.The drive felt endless, with my headlights cutting a pale tunnel through the darkness, and beyond that tunnel, there was nothing. No streetlights. No other cars. Just an expanse of heavy blackness and the occasional hint of trees.The love I had for Risa was what fueled my energy driving to her because in my condition.It had been three hours since I left Dove, walking past her. "Everything will be fine," I told myself as I reversed out of the gate, aware that the guards were watching, one of them clearly noting the time.The address led to two buildings sitting isolated in the middle of nowhere, set back from the road behind a low fence with a rusted gate slightly ajar. The first building was dark—no signs of life—and one shutter hung at an odd angle. The second building had light seeping through closed curtains.I sat in the car for a moment with the engine running before I finally turned it off. Outside, it was too quiet; only the distant chirping of insects broke the sil

Chapter 132: I SHOULD'VE LISTENED.

CINNAMON.I tried to open my eyes, feeling their heaviness and overwhelming fatigue. Yawning, I struggled to wake myself up. Naturally, I thought I was in a safe place—until the coldness bit into my wrists and ankles.When I attempted to move my arms, the sound of metal clinking made me look down. I realized I was cuffed to the armrest of a padded chair, with metal bars running through the frame. My ankles were similarly restrained, spread and secured to the legs of the chair. I began yanking against them, the entire setup rattling beneath me, but I made no progress."Think. Think, Cinnamon. Think."The room had grown darker, illuminated only by a single lamp in the corner.The last thing I remembered was Risa pulling back a dark fabric partition that revealed a large glass mirror from beginning to end, showing another room beautifully adorned with rose petals and a neatly made bed equipped with BDSM gear on the other side There was wine and flickering candles casting soft light."I

Chapter 133: HOLDING ONTO MYSELF.

CINNAMON.Dante was deeply engrossed in Risa, his eyes filled with desire, smiling with pure joy while completely ignoring me. "You coward! Are you really going to stand there while your mistress kills our unborn child? Let me out of here—" I continued to struggle and shout.Neither of them glanced at the glass. Risa stood on her tiptoes and kissed him in a possessive manner. He returned the kiss, his free hand finding its way to her waist, and I felt as if my own soul was leaving my body.I kept screaming, though I couldn't even grasp what I was saying anymore; it came out in fragments. "I'm pregnant with your baby. Khole is dead because of her. Mrs. Patterson is gone. Let me go. I don’t want him. I don’t want anything from you. Just let me go."Still, they didn’t look my way. Was he really this heartless? Did he truly hate me so much that he didn’t care if I died with his child?Risa pushed him back onto the bed, and he sat there watching her while I watched them.Then he looked up

Chapter 134: MY WIFE.

DANTE.Risa stilled, looking up at me with a smirk."Hey, what happened?" I knitted my brows. and locked my gaze onto hers, gently twirling a handful of her hair around my fingers."I have a surprise for you."I leaned back slightly, my face lighting up. "Really?""Yes."Risa got off me completely and walked towards the door. Before she left, she turned around and blew me a kiss.I pretended to have caught it with both hands and held it possessively. As soon as I heard the shutting of the door, I rushed for my phone and hit the signal send button. Then I reached for my pants and zipped it up, putting on my shirt. I grabbed the wine bottle casually, just in case she was watching.I weighed it. "Oh, my fucking baby girl Risa," I praised loudly. I didn't touch any of the fruits or snacks she'd prepared just in case they were laced.Suddenly, with all my strength, I hurled the wine bottle at that long mirror. It didn’t shatter as I expected; instead, it left a small dent while the bottle

Chapter 135: SCARS OF JEALOUSY.

CINNAMON.Bright light and pain exploded in my eyes and body all at once. A pervasive discomfort that made my body feel like it had been taken apart and reassembled by someone who lost the instructions midway.I heard beeping and voices. Gradually , I began to open my eyes, laying there, just existing, breathing, trying to recall what had come before this whiteness.My memories began to flood back, making my heart ache. I turned my head.Dante was sitting in the chair beside my bed. Both hands resting in his lap, one wrapped in white bandaging that had started to yellow at the knuckles. His shirt was wrinkled. The weariness etched on his face was deep-seated.He looked up when he noticed me looking at him. He exhaled, immediately leaning forward. He opened his mouth to speak but I turned my gaze away from him.Swiveled my head in the opposite direction and spotted Dove and Miranda standing against the wall. Dove's arms were crossed, eyes red and swollen, lashes still damp from tears.

Chapter 136: MY WHOLE WORLD.

CINNAMON.I wasn't existing. I was floating. Nothing was coherent to me. How I got here, I couldn't tell.All I knew was someone had picked yellow flowers.I stood at the edge of the burial site and stared at them laid across Khole's casket. Bright and wrong against all that white, like someone had made a terrible mistake with the order and I thought, 'she would've hated that.' Khole would've wanted red. Full, loud, decided red, the way she was about everything.But she wasn't here to say so.That was the part that kept arriving fresh, no matter how many times I'd already understood it. She wasn't here. She would never again be here. Every future I'd assumed she'd be standing in,she wasn't in any of them anymore, and the world had just continued regardless, grey sky and all, like her absence was something it could absorb without flinching.I couldn't cry.I'd expected to come here and fall apart. I'd braced for it on the drive over, rehearsed surviving it. But I stood at the edge of t

Chapter 137: IS THERE HEALING FOR US?

CINNAMON.Dante's breathing ceased. He looked downwards, his hand going limp and falling off from the steering wheel."Not right now, Dante. Maybe one day. However, you're not patient to wait for when I'm in the right frame of mind, I won't hold you back. That doesn't mean I don't believe everything you've explained." I looked back at the windshield. At the rain. "I just need you to know that. I believe you and I'm not okay and both of those things are true at the same time.""I know.""She's still gone." My throat closed on it. "They're both still gone and my baby is still—" I stopped. Opened my hands in my lap. Closed them again. "Believing you doesn't change any of that.""No," he said quietly. "It doesn't.. I won't force anything and I'm definitely not pushing you to let me in when you're not ready."We sat in the rain and we didn't try to fix it, because it wasn't the kind of thing that could be fixed in a parked car outside a cemetery, and we both knew it, and neither of us pret

Chapter 138: SIMPLE BUT PEACEFUL.

DANTE.Khole's lawyer called on a Wednesday morning.I was alone in my office when the email came through, forwarded from the estate. I read it twice before I understood what I was looking at. She'd had a will drawn up three years ago. Sweet, organized Khole that put her affairs in order.My heart hurt thinking about her.She'd written it all down. Every book in her collection and there were hundreds, catalogued in a spreadsheet she'd attached to the document were to be auctioned. Eighty percent of the proceeds was to go to a literacy foundation that worked with underprivileged girls in the South. The remaining twenty percent was to Cinnamon.'Of course,' I thought. 'Of course that's what she chose.'I sat with that for a long time. The auction house handled the logistics which included her rare first editions, signed copies and a collection that were yet to be published. When the final number came in, the foundation received enough to run their programs for six uninterrupted years. C

Chapter 139

DANTE.Later, once Oliver settled in the living room and the dishes were put away, we found ourselves on the back porch. The morning had brightened up. Thin sunlight filtered through, not quite warm yet but making an effort. Khole's chair remained in the yard; neither of us had moved it, and I doubted we would for some time.We stood there in silence, feeling no need to fill it with words. I gazed at that chair and recalled the sound of her laughter, along with Mrs. Patterson’s.I thought about the price of completely trusting the wrong person and what it meant to be naive enough to believe you could keep dangerous things close while managing them—thinking your own abilities provided enough protection for those around you. Jealousy flourishes when left unchecked; it doesn’t just desire what you possess but aims to dismantle everything you are until there's nothing left to compare.You couldn’t explain that to others: how love and envy could coexist within someone and how envy could ev

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