All Chapters of In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Britney exhaled, knowing that the moment was important to make the right decision. The entire auditorium was watching, waiting for her next move. She could feel eyes on her—the pressure to remain silent, to let the trio off easy, to walk away and pretend it didn’t matter.Britney exhaled shakily, gathering herself.Her heart raced, but she knew this was the moment she had to take a stand, not just for herself, but for every student who had been made to feel small, scared, or worthless. She had endured enough—every day had been a battle, and she had fought it in silence. No more.She stepped forward, her palms slightly sweaty, but she held her head high. The room was eerily silent, all eyes fixed on her. As she opened her mouth to speak, a surge of courage rushed through her."Jasmine, Megan, and Laura…" she started, her voice shaking but growing stronger with each word. She could feel the weight of her words settling over the crowd. "They've made my life a nightmare in this school. Eve

The day passed quickly after their return to the office. Ethan and Brandon found a quiet satisfaction in knowing they had made Britney’s birthday special. Yet, as soon as they settled back into their respective offices, the discomfort of their personal struggles returned, creeping into every moment of silence. They both became consumed by their own unresolved problems—ones that had been hovering just beneath the surface.As the workday wound down, Ethan gathered his things and left the office. But even as he walked into the familiar comfort of his home, it offered little relief. He had spent the day pretending everything was fine, but now, the truth he'd been avoiding was waiting for him, lurking in the documents he couldn’t seem to put away. There was no escaping it anymore. He needed to confront the reality he'd been denying.He bypassed the living room, not even bothering to change out of his work clothes, and headed straight to his study—a room that felt more like a fortress than

Brandon’s heart pounded in his chest as he lunged at Henry, adrenaline coursing through his veins. His hands found purchase on Henry’s shoulders, and with a violent shove, he sent the man flying backward into the corner. Henry hit the ground with a heavy thud, a grunt of pain escaping his lips as he slumped against the wall.Brandon didn’t wait to see the damage. He bolted for the door, tearing it open and sprinting toward his car. His breath came in ragged gasps as he fumbled for his keys, unlocking the door and tossing the folder into the passenger seat with shaking hands. But as he reached for the driver’s side door, something tugged at him. A gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach told him to turn back, to check on Henry.He couldn’t shake the image of Henry, crumpled in the corner like that. The man was old, and Brandon had been rough—too rough. What if he’d hurt him worse than he realized?Brandon hesitated, his fingers trembling as he hovered near the door handle. The folder

A few days passed, and Brandon continued to ignore not just Ethan but also Britney. He made sure to slip out of the house early, well before she woke up, heading straight to the office. After work, he would quietly sneak back home.But today was different. After a long, draining meeting that left him feeling depressed, Brandon decided to march into Ethan’s office. He knocked gently on the door, greeted Becky, and stepped inside.“Well, look who finally decided to show up after avoiding me for days,” Ethan remarked, loosening his tie as he set his gaze on Brandon.Brandon moved closer to him. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ve just been so preoccupied with work,” he lied, trying to sound convincing.“I run this company, and I’m extremely busy too, but nothing is ever important enough to keep me from seeing you. We’re all busy, but when you love someone, you make time for them. That’s how it works.”“I know, I’m sorry,” Brandon mumbled, leaning in for a kiss. “Actually, I’ve been planning something

Ethan approached Brandon, keeping his face blank but his steps alert. He hadn’t wanted to admit it at first—hadn’t wanted to confront the truth that had been killing him within since they started talking about his past. But now, standing in front of Brandon, it felt impossible to ignore.Ethan’s gaze softened, and his voice lowered to a vulnerable murmur. “You were right, Brandon,” he began, hesitating just long enough for the words to land. “I’ve been holding onto things for too long—anger, resentment. All these emotions that I thought were protecting me, but really... they’ve been keeping me stuck.”Brandon’s expression remained calm, but his eyes was filled with something—perhaps relief, perhaps understanding. He stayed quiet, letting Ethan say what needed to be said.“I’ve avoided this place for years,” Ethan continued, glancing at the dilapidated house in front of them. “I thought if I didn’t look back, if I didn’t confront any of it, I could move on. But I was wrong. I need to f