All Chapters of Stolen from The Billionaire : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MaverickI lied to Marie that night. I didn’t forget anything.The truth was that I couldn’t sleep. I had been in my penthouse, sitting at my desk with a glass of scotch and a pile of work documents that I couldn’t bring myself to read. There were merger documents, financial reports, investor memos and many more, but all of them blurred together, and every time I tried to focus, my mind went straight back to her.Her voice, her stubbornness and the way she looked at me in that storage room. After lunch with my mum, I told myself that I was going to stay away. I told myself that it was safer and smarter, and the last thing I wanted was to blur the lines of what was already a complicated, fake relationship.But at 2am, none of that mattered because before I could bring myself back to my senses, so I grabbed my car keys and walked out of that penthouse. I didn’t take my jacket or even had a plan, all I had was the ridiculous aching need to see her….to be near her.The drive to the estate

Marie The moment I opened my bedroom door, I froze.My lunch outfit of the day was already laid out on my bed with shoes, jewelry and even a matching clutch. Everything was arranged so neatly that it reminded me of the charity gala night, when I entered Maverick’s world for the first time and felt completely out of place.I glanced at the clock. I had exactly forty-five minutes before Maverick was going to show up at the front door to take me to lunch with his mother.My stomach twisted in anticipation. I rushed into the bathroom, took a shower and wrapped a towel around myself before returning to my room.My dress was a soft blush pink midi dress from Lily & Jasper, an American Chinese fashion brand I had only ever seen online on models and celebrities. It had a gentle sweetheart neckline and tiny pearl buttons that ran down the front. It looked simple…but it was the definition of class.This was the kind of dress worn by women who belonged in this world of power, luxury and wealth …

Marie Present DayI could barely hear anything. I couldn’t hear the soft music playing in the background of the restaurant, or even the chatter of conversations from tables around us.I couldn't hear anything because my mind was still stuck in that hospital room eight years ago, when I was nineteen, terrified, alone, and screaming through impossible pain.And the woman who was now sitting across from me, looking beautiful and elegant in her pearl earrings, lovely blue gown and perfect posture , was the same woman who held me through that childbirth pain.Of course she didn’t recognize me because she never saw my face back then. But I saw hers, and I remembered those gentle blue eyes, her soft voice and the way she spoke to me like I mattered even though I was a stranger giving birth alone.Now, she was sitting in front of me in this seven-star restaurant in LA, acting as if this was our first time of meeting….and I was supposed to pretend that it was.“Have you picked your choice from

MarieThe moment I walked through the front door, I didn’t even spare one last look at Maverick who was still in the car going somewhere. I simply rushed towards the stairs.“Welcome home, Miss,” Rosa greeted me cheerfully from the hallway.But I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t even look at her too because my legs carried me up the stairs faster than my mind could think, and before I knew it, I was in my room, closing the door behind me with shaking hands.I didn’t breathe until the lock clicked, and then I walked straight to the corner where one of my suitcases sat, half forgotten and still packed. My fingers trembled as I laid it on the floor, unzipped it and pushed clothes aside until I reached the small, hidden pocket on the inside.Then I felt it and pulled it out. It was an old folded paper, with the same delicate handwriting that had faded with age, but the words …the words were still the same. They were still the same words that had carried me through the most difficult phase of my

Maverick I was in my office going through the morning reports when I heard a knock. It was sharp, quick, and polite. The kind of knock that expected a quick answer.“Come in,” I said without looking up.The door opened, and when I finally raised my head, I froze for half a second.It was Henry Rosen.The same man I saw yesterday in the hallway with her. The same man who stood too close to Marie. The same man who said something that made her really laugh.Marie has never laughed like that around me, but somehow, he'd managed to make her laugh within seconds of meeting her.I hated that, and my mood immediately changed. He entered my office with an easy smile on his face, dressed in a clean grey suit and looking like the type who made friends with everyone he met.“Good morning, Mr. Russo,” he said. “Thank you for seeing me.”I nodded once with a tight voice. “Morning.”He stepped forward and stretched his hand out for a handshake. I eyed it for a long moment before shaking him, and i