Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire’s Rival Contract: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Bella The pain that flared up in my chest was so intense, I couldn’t even find the words to describe it. It was like a physical blow, a sudden weight that made it hard to draw a single breath.I stared at those photos, and my mind just went blank. I felt stupid. I felt humiliated.I swallowed hard, fighting with everything inside me to keep the tears from falling. I refused to cry in front of him. I refused to let him see how easily he had broken me. But even if I could stop the tears, I couldn’t stop the raw, burning anger bubbling up in my throat.“You are such a hypocrite!” I screamed, my voice cracking under the strain. “A pathetic, lying hypocrite!”Sebastian just stood there, but I didn’t let him speak. I couldn’t.“You have the nerve to follow me, to barge into my meeting, and to act like you have any right to protect me!” I yelled, gesturing wildly. “You wouldn’t even let me breathe! You acted like a jealous husband because I was having a business talk with an investor!”I to

Bella The sound of the slap was still ringing in my ears, a sharp, buzzing shock that made the whole world tilt sideways. My cheek burned, a dull, throbbing heat spreading across my skin, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the sheer, paralyzing confusion. I stood there, rooted to the spot, my hand halfway up to touch my face, but my muscles just wouldn't obey. I couldn’t even find my voice. I was frozen, watching the woman who had just assaulted me turn into a snarling, unrecognizable version of herself.Alina didn’t stop. She was pacing the small space of my office like a caged animal, her chest heaving, her eyes wild with a kind of desperate, toxic rage. She was screaming, her voice cracking, spitting out accusations that felt like they were coming from a different planet."Who do you think you are?" she shrieked, pointing a shaking finger right in my face. "You think you can just walk into his world and own everything? I was there, Bella! I was in his life long befo

Bella I stepped into Julian’s office, the air conditioner humming a little too loud, making the room feel like an icebox. Julian was already on his feet the second I crossed the threshold, his face lighting up with this wide, hungry smile.He leaped around the desk, his hand outstretched, his grip lingering on mine for a second longer than was professional."Bella," he beamed, his voice dropping into that smooth, practiced tone he always used. "You finally decided to grace me with your presence. I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about our little venture."He held my hand tight, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. I pulled away as politely as I could, smoothing down my blazer, trying to ignore the prickle of irritation at the base of my neck."I’ve been busy, Julian," I said, keeping my voice clipped and strictly professional. "Work has been… chaotic. I don’t really have the luxury of spare time lately."He chuckled, a low, smooth sound that just made my skin crawl. "Busy, h

Bella The days following our lunch at the waterfront felt like waking up in a different life. It was like someone had peeled back the heavy, grey curtain that had been hanging over our relationship and let the sunlight finally pour in. Every morning, like clockwork, a new gift would arrive. It started small, a bouquet of those specific, rare lilies I used to pick with my mother, then a box of vintage, handmade chocolates that I hadn't tasted since I was a little girl living in a different city. Then came the books, first editions of my favorite childhood stories, the ones I thought had been lost in my last move.I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that it was Sebastian. Who else could it be? Yet, whenever I caught him in the kitchen or saw him leaning against the doorframe watching me with that soft, secret smile, I’d bring it up."You’re really going to act like you don't know who’s sending these?" I’d tease, gesturing to the latest delivery sitting on the counter.He’d just shr

Bella I was tired of reading into every look, every touch, every accidental brush of skin, only to have the rug pulled out from under me. I’d let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, the tide had turned. But looking at Sebastian now, seeing that familiar, guarded mask slide back over his features, I realized I was just setting myself up for the same old disappointment."Why are you asking?" Sebastian finally said, his voice flat. He was avoiding me, looking anywhere but at my eyes."Because you’ve been acting like a stranger!" I snapped, the words rushing out. “Strange questions about weddings, these constant 'anonymous' gifts, dragging me out here to pick out clothes for someone… it’s all so weird, Sebastian. And I can’t tell if you’re trying to build something or just keeping me on a leash."He went silent. He didn't defend himself, didn't laugh it off, didn't offer a charming explanation. That silence was the worst part. It felt like an admission. My heart sank, a cold, sharp