Lahat ng Kabanata ng Billionaire's runaway bride: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

“You are flirting with a married man,” the manager said coldly.“The last time I checked, the woman introduced to me by him was not you.And the woman my husband often speaks about is Vivian… not Matilda.”Matilda froze.“My husband works with that man,” the manager continued.“And I have met his wife before. We once had dinner organized by their office — staff and their wives.So yes… I know who his wife is.”Something inside Matilda snapped.A rage rose in her chest so fast it almost made her dizzy.This woman is getting on my nerves…Her forehead tightened as she frowned deeply.For a moment, she felt like jumping across the desk.Matilda had always had a temper.Back in school, she had fought more times than she could count.She had been the bully more than once — and being talked down to always pushed her too far.“Excuse you,” she said sharply.Her hand slammed onto the document on the table.“You cannot insult me just because you are giving me a job.Here… take your document.”

He was still standing outside her window when he asked again.“Please… talk to me.”When it came to Matilda, Jerald could become as restless as a little boy denied his favorite food.He would worry, plead, insist — anything just to see her smile again.“Please talk to me,” he repeated softly.“Or did you not get the job?What happened?”Matilda kept looking straight ahead for a few seconds before finally speaking.“Nothing much happened,” she said slowly.“But I think the manager from earlier knows you.And she tried talking to me in a way I didn’t like… all in the name of advice.”She scoffed lightly.“But don’t worry. I made her understand her place in other people’s private matters.”Jerald sighed.“If it’s about the job… you know that’s your dream.But whatever they are going to pay you… I can give you the same amount. You know that, right?”Matilda didn’t reply.He watched her face for a moment, then suddenly smiled.“Not to worry. I know exactly what you need right now.Let me t

He gently pulled a chair backward for her to sit.With a smirk, she said, “Thank you,” as she majestically sat down.He walked to the other side of the table, pulled out a chair, and sat.At this point, Matilda already had the menu in her hand, with a waitress standing beside her.“Welcome, ma… welcome, sir.”It was obvious from her accent that she was African.Matilda, jabbing playfully, said,“You sound African, and your complexion confirms it.It gives me peace knowing I am at the right place and will get exactly what I order when it comes to African dishes… right?”With a smile, the waitress nodded.“Yes, ma. We believe you will love what we have here.”“I would love to have fried rice… my usual.This was once my favorite place where I got all my African dishes well served.What would you have, babe?”“Give me the same order she has,” Jerald replied.As the waitress walked away with her small jotter and pen,Jerald watched her for a moment… until she disappeared behind the counter

“I love you…”he said, wandering away from the car, his steps unsteady.She staggered after him and caught his arm, helping him back toward the car before he lost his balance.Then she shouted at the top of her voice, laughing wildly,“I love you too, Jonathan!I wanna fuck you right about now.”“Yeah… I wanna fuck you too, Matilda,” Jonathan echoed, his voice thick with alcohol.They both burst into laughter.She fell against his chest, laughing so hard she could barely hold herself up.Jonathan cupped her face with both hands and lifted her head, their eyes meeting in the dim light.For a moment, everything went quiet between them.Then they kissed.It was not a gentle kiss.It was deep, hungry, and careless, the kind of kiss that comes when two people stop pretending they have control.After a long moment, she pulled back slightly, breathing fast.“Wait… wait…” she said, laughing again, trying to catch her breath.“Guess what?I planned on fucking hard when we meet today…And guess

he made up her mind—whatever it would be.“I wouldn’t allow myself… or forgive myself.”The thought echoed in her mind like a warning she had chosen to ignore.Soon, it was dawn.The pale light of morning filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Everything looked calmer in daylight… almost innocent.But nothing about what had happened the night before was innocent.“Where am I?How did I get here?What’s going on here?”Jonathan’s voice came out dry, strained—like a man clawing his way out of a fog he didn’t understand.He sat on the edge of the bed, both feet planted firmly on the ground, his palms pressed behind him for support. His head felt heavy, his thoughts scattered. Slowly, he lifted his gaze and began to scan the room.And what he saw only deepened his confusion.Shoes.Rows and rows of them.Elegant heels, polished leather, delicate designs—lined up like a collection in a high-end boutique. Dresses hung on racks across the room, flowing fabr