All Chapters of Dumped By The Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The rest of the day felt like I was floating—dangerously, stupidly floating. Every time I passed Drake’s office, I felt him watching me. Not in the subtle “CEO checking on productivity” way. No. This was different. This was a man staring at the reason his heartbeat wasn’t behaving properly. And every time our eyes met, his lips twitched—just a little, just enough for me to feel heat crawl up my neck. Jenna leaned into me at lunch, whispering, “Okay, Ms. Mendoza. Spill. Why is Mr. Cold-Peterson smiling like he owns sunlight?” I choked on my water. “He’s NOT smiling.” “Oh, he is,” she whispered, snickering. “Like someone gave him a gift he actually wanted.” My face felt like it was on fire. “Jenna, seriously—stop.” She smirked, leaning closer. “Did YOU give him something?” “No!” I lied. Badly. Jenna gasped dramatically. “You DID!” I groaned into my hands. “Please just let me eat this sandwich in peace.” She laughed so loud half the cafeteria turned. 5:41 PM — Office Almo

The moment Sabrina walks out, the room feels colder.Too quiet.Too empty.My phone buzzes again on the table—fourth time. Same number. London.Emma doesn’t stop until she gets what she wants.I pinch the bridge of my nose and press accept.“Drake.” Her voice slides through the speaker like a poison I’d forgotten the taste of. Smooth. Sweet. Manipulative. “You’re hard to reach.”“Because I didn’t want to be reached.”She laughs softly. “You never change.”“No,” I say flatly. “But you do. What do you want?”“Updates,” she purrs. “On us.”There is no us.“There hasn’t been an ‘us’ for a long time,” I answer, tone cold enough to cut steel.“Mmm,” she hums, “that’s not what you said months ago.”My jaw locks.She’s talking about the last conversation we had before she left for London, when she showed up at my penthouse drunk and emotional, begging for one more chance. When I pushed her away. When she tried to expose secrets just to punish me.“Don’t twist things,” I say.“I don’t need to

The elevator doors slid open to Drake’s private garage — dim lights, concrete floors, polished silence, and his black McLaren shining like a sin waiting to happen.He walked ahead of me, shoulders tight, jaw locked, like he was dragging his self-control by the throat.I followed him, heart beating violently in my chest.I shouldn’t be here.I knew that.He knew that.And still… neither of us left.“Drake,” I whispered.He stopped.But he didn’t turn around.His hand curled into a fist at his side.The air felt electric.“Don’t,” he said quietly. “Don’t say my name like that when I’m trying not to do something I can’t take back.”My breath trembled. “Then don’t do it.”He laughed once — low, dark, ruined.“You think you have any idea what you do to me?”He turned slowly.And the look in his eyes?No.No, that wasn’t want.That was hunger that forgot how to speak human language.He took two slow steps toward me.I took one back.But he followed — every step predatory, controlled, lethal

The moment I saw her laughing, my chest tightened. Tight enough that I could feel it against the suit I worked to keep wrinkle-free. I don’t—don’t—lose control. Not at work. Not over anyone. But there she was, Sabrina, standing by the pantry, hair falling perfectly over her shoulders, lips curved in a way that made me want to cross the entire office floor and claim her mouth like I owned it—which I did.I clenched my jaw. My hand brushed against the mahogany conference table, and I had to remind myself to breathe. She was smiling at him. Not me. And that was enough. Enough to light a fire behind my ribcage.I didn’t move immediately. I waited, observing. Every shift in her posture, every tilt of her head, the subtle curl of her fingers on the coffee cup—it all screamed belonging to someone else. To a man who wasn’t me.And that’s when it happened. The color of anger and something darker, more possessive, rose inside me like a tide I couldn’t stop.I saw him, the other man—laughing at

The moment the call ended, Drake’s entire body stiffened. His hands shook slightly—not from fear, but from barely contained fury. I had never seen him like this before: raw, sharp, unfiltered. The kind of man who could swallow cities but felt small when someone threatened what he claimed as his.“You heard her,” he muttered, pacing. Every step was deliberate, controlled—but I could sense the storm brewing beneath the surface.“I… I heard,” I whispered, heart thundering.He stopped suddenly, spinning to face me. The intensity in his eyes was enough to make me forget how to breathe. Ice-blue, impossibly sharp, burning with possessiveness.“You know I can’t…” he started, jaw tightening. Then he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, mussing the perfectly styled strands in a rare, almost reckless gesture. “…I can’t even think about anyone touching you. Not even looking at you. I can’t stand it, Sabrina.”I swallowed hard, heat pooling in my stomach. “…Drake—”He cut me off with