All Chapters of I Hired A Billionaire Call-boy : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

FELICIA After the meal, I didn’t feel as heavy as I expected.In fact… I felt lighter.Not completely okay, not magically healed but better than I had felt in a long time.I needed air.Space.So I quietly excused myself and stepped out toward the patio.The moment I walked out, a soft breeze brushed against my skin, cool and calming, like it was trying to soothe something deep inside me.I exhaled slowly and moved toward one of the chairs, lowering myself into it carefully.And then I looked out.The city stretched endlessly beneath me, even more breathtaking from here than it had been from the guestroom window. Buildings stood tall like silent guardians, their glass reflecting the fading daylight. Cars moved like tiny dots along the roads, their motion distant and almost peaceful from this height.The sky was beginning to shift colors; soft gold melting into shades of orange and blue.It was beautiful.Too beautiful.I wrapped my arms lightly around myself, just taking it all in.“

FELICIA I had already made up my mind.Five days.That was how long I had stayed in Richard’s house, and to me, that was already more than enough. I didn’t belong there. No matter how comfortable the bed was, no matter how peaceful the environment felt, it still wasn’t mine.“I’ll be leaving tomorrow,” I had told him the night before.He didn’t like it.“At least stay a week more,” he had insisted, his voice calm but firm. “You’re not fully recovered yet.”“I am,” I had replied just as firmly. “I’ve rested enough.”But sitting at that dining table the next morning, I realized something terrifying.I was wrong.Very wrong.The was bathed in soft morning light pouring through the tall windows. The table was set neatly, just like every other morning since I got there. Everything looked perfect for breakfast.A warm mug of chocolate drink sat in front of me, steam rising gently from it.I wrapped my fingers around it, hoping the warmth would steady me.It didn’t.Instead, my hands began

FELICIA Fernie adjusted the pillow behind my back gently, her movements careful, almost protective, as I sat up on the hospital bed. The midday light filtered softly through the blinds, casting thin stripes across the white sheets.“I think you should listen to him,” she said, settling into the chair beside me. “It’s his responsibility as the father of your child to take care of you.”I made a face immediately, scrunching my nose like I had just tasted something bitter.“I know,” I muttered, picking at the edge of the blanket, “but I don’t want to be under the control of any man again. I want to live my life on my own terms.”The words came out stronger than I felt.Because the truth was… I wasn’t as sure as I sounded.Fernie didn’t respond immediately. She just watched me, her eyes soft, understanding; too understanding. She had always been like that. The kind of friend who didn’t rush you, didn’t judge you, didn’t force you into decisions you weren’t ready to make.“I get that,” sh

RICHARD The conference room was silent except for the low hum of the air conditioning and the faint shuffle of documents being aligned neatly across the polished mahogany table. Noon light filtered in through the tall glass windows, casting sharp lines across stacks of regulatory files, tablets, and printed reports.I sat at the head of the table, flipping through a submission draft, my pen tapping lightly against the margin. Felicia was to be discharged today, I couldn't go because of this meeting, so I have asked Miranda to send a driver and one of the maids to the hospital to pick her up. “Let’s begin,” I said without looking up.Immediately, the room straightened, not out of fear, but readiness.To my right sat Clara Benson, Head of Regulatory Affairs; precise, composed, and rarely wrong. Across from her were two legal advisors, Mark and Elise, both already poised with annotated copies of the submission package. Further down were the clinical documentation leads and compliance o

RICHARD I stood in front of her door the next morning and checked my wristwatch again for the time; hoping she had woken up by now. I had already finished breakfast, gone through two newspapers, skimmed emails, and even reviewed part of a report my assistant had sent earlier. On a normal day, I would have been out of the house by eight sharp; no delays, no lingering.But today… I wasn’t in a hurry.My first meeting wasn’t until noon, and that had given me the opportunity to slow down so I could see Felicia before I leaving. I just wanted to make sure she was okay. She had already slept by the time I got home last night. So I haven't seen her since she returned from the hospital. I lifted my hand and knocked twice.Her voice came from inside.“Come in.”I pushed the door open slowly and stepped inside.She wasn’t on the bed like I had half expected. She was sitting behind the desk, obviously doing something on the computer. It was a sharp contrast to the woman I had seen days ago;