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ISLA’S POVThe restaurant looked just like I remembered—warm lights, soft music, and that delicious smell of fresh food. I walked in alone this time, but it didn’t feel awkward. There was something about this place that made me feel at peace. Maybe it was the laughter coming from one of the tables or the familiar voice I heard just ahead.“Back again?” Nathan asked, standing by the counter with a warm smile. He was wearing a black apron, his sleeves rolled up, and his hair slightly messy from the kitchen heat. He looked even better than I remembered.I smiled. “Yeah. I needed a little break.”“I’m glad you came,” he said. “Do you want your usual seat?”“That would be nice,” I replied, letting him lead me to the table by the window.A few minutes later, he came back—not just to take my order, but with two plates and a shy grin. “I’m on break. Mind if I join you?”I was surprised but nodded. “Go ahead.”He sat across from me, setting down our meals. “So… what do you do when you’re not h
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ISLA'S POVThe week moved faster than I expected. Between meetings, deadlines, and awkward run-ins with Lucas—who, thankfully, had been keeping his distance since our conversation—I barely had time to breathe. But no matter how busy I got, my mind kept drifting back to Nathan.It was the way he smiled without trying, the way he listened without rushing, the way I felt seen when I was with him. And maybe it was silly, but I hadn’t felt that in a long time.On Friday afternoon, I got a text from him.Nathan: "Hey, how about a change of scenery? My place? I’ll cook, you bring the smile."I stared at the message longer than I should’ve, a slow grin creeping onto my face. It felt easy with him—uncomplicated. Like for once, I didn’t have to be the powerful woman in the boardroom or the one constantly looking over her shoulder.I replied quickly.Me: “Only if I get dessert too. And I’m not talking about the food.”His response came almost instantly.Nathan: “Now that’s pressure, Isla.”---T
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ISLA'S POVBefore I could even respond to Nathan offering to drive me home, he was already out the door. He grabbed his keys with a sense of urgency and walked ahead of me, holding the door open like a perfect gentleman. I followed him quietly, heart pounding with worry. My thoughts were already racing—was Mom okay? Was she hurt? I kept blaming myself for not being home when she needed me most.Nathan opened the passenger door for me, and I slid in quickly. He got into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and without a word, we were on our way. The silence sat between us for a moment, until he gently reached out and held my hand. He drove with the other.“Don’t worry,” he said softly, glancing at me with a reassuring smile. “I’m sure your mom’s okay. Judith would’ve told you if it was serious. Maybe she just slipped a little.”“I hope you’re right,” I murmured, squeezing his hand back. His calmness helped, but the guilt still weighed on my chest.Something clicked in my mind as I lo
IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 97 TITLE: A NIGHT OF SWEETNESS AND ALARMS"
ISLA'S POVThe week moved faster than I expected. Between meetings, deadlines, and awkward run-ins with Lucas—who, thankfully, had been keeping his distance since our conversation—I barely had time to breathe. But no matter how busy I got, my mind kept drifting back to Nathan.It was the way he smiled without trying, the way he listened without rushing, the way I felt seen when I was with him. And maybe it was silly, but I hadn’t felt that in a long time.On Friday afternoon, I got a text from him.Nathan: "Hey, how about a change of scenery? My place? I’ll cook, you bring the smile."I stared at the message longer than I should’ve, a slow grin creeping onto my face. It felt easy with him—uncomplicated. Like for once, I didn’t have to be the powerful woman in the boardroom or the one constantly looking over her shoulder.I replied quickly.Me: “Only if I get dessert too. And I’m not talking about the food.”His response came almost instantly.Nathan: “Now that’s pressure, Isla.”---T
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ISLA'S POVThe night with Nathan had gone better than I imagined. There was something about him—something real. No pretenses, no flashy talk, just honesty. He didn’t wear a suit, didn’t try to impress with money or titles. He was simply Nathan, the chef who made jokes about burnt toast and cared about how my day went.Maybe that was why I liked him more than I expected. I had dated too many men in suits—men who acted like emotions were business deals. Cold smiles, expensive dinners, empty conversations. It was exhausting. Nathan felt... refreshing.When I got home, I saw Judith had kept her word and dropped the book off at my door. A small note was attached:"Don’t forget to tell me everything. I want details. All of them."I laughed quietly, pocketed the note, and went straight to bed. I wasn’t even hungry—Nathan and I had eaten enough for two. We even stopped for snacks and soda while walking home. My heart felt light, and for the first time in a long while, I went to sleep with a s
IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 95 : NIGHT WHISPERS
ISLA’S POVThe restaurant looked just like I remembered—warm lights, soft music, and that delicious smell of fresh food. I walked in alone this time, but it didn’t feel awkward. There was something about this place that made me feel at peace. Maybe it was the laughter coming from one of the tables or the familiar voice I heard just ahead.“Back again?” Nathan asked, standing by the counter with a warm smile. He was wearing a black apron, his sleeves rolled up, and his hair slightly messy from the kitchen heat. He looked even better than I remembered.I smiled. “Yeah. I needed a little break.”“I’m glad you came,” he said. “Do you want your usual seat?”“That would be nice,” I replied, letting him lead me to the table by the window.A few minutes later, he came back—not just to take my order, but with two plates and a shy grin. “I’m on break. Mind if I join you?”I was surprised but nodded. “Go ahead.”He sat across from me, setting down our meals. “So… what do you do when you’re not h
IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 94 TITLE: “A TASTE OF SOMETHING NEW”
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IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 93: VICTORY’S SILENCE
ISLA’S POVThe war was over. Not just the one I fought in silence, wearing heels and a perfect smile, but the one that had kept my heart heavy and my soul burdened for years. Damian Lannister was gone—fled the city like a shadow at sunrise. And while there was no grand parade or breaking news, I knew. I knew I had won.The celebration wasn’t extravagant, just intimate—Judith, Victor, Daniel, and a few others who had stood by me when the storm raged the hardest. We gathered at my place, soft music playing, the clink of glasses, light laughter, and the comforting smell of home-cooked meals. Judith had insisted on bringing her famous roasted chicken and a bottle of red wine she’d been saving for “a day worthy of history.”I laughed more than I had in months. I let myself breathe without worry. I looked at Victor as he watched me with an amused smile. “You’re glowing,” he said, nudging my side as we stood in the kitchen.“I feel like I can finally breathe,” I replied honestly, pouring him
IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE CHAPTER 92: THE FINAL CARD
ISLA'S POVThe moment Damian walked out of my office, leaving his threats hanging like thick smoke in the air, I knew it was time. Time to stop being afraid. Time to stop reacting. Time to take control.I sat in silence for a few minutes, staring at the empty doorway. My chest was rising and falling quickly, my heart pounding not from fear—but from resolve. Damian had made his move. Now it was my turn to make mine. I opened my desk drawer and pulled out the small black recorder I had hidden in the corner. It looked like nothing, but it held everything.The day I went to visit Damian in prison, it had seemed like a desperate move. Everyone thought I had gone to plead or confront him about his crimes. But that wasn't my reason. I had gone for proof. I wanted to hear him say it with his own mouth. Why he had done what he did. Why he had ruined everything. And I knew Damian’s weakness—his pride. He never backed down from boasting about his victories.He thought he was untouchable.He thou
