All Chapters of Renting The Billionaire's Heart: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Miracle Frustrated, I stared at my laptop screen. I couldn't remember my password for the online school portal; I wrote it down somewhere in my diary, but I was too lazy to check. I kept trying a few combinations, but none of them worked.My phone rang, breaking the silence, and when I glanced at the caller ID and saw it was my Aunt Suzanne, my heart began to race. I hesitated, wondering what Ariel must have told her mother. She was probably calling to nag or condemn me for my lifestyle.I decided to brace up and answer, hoping to get it over with quickly."Hey, Aunt.""Miracle, where is Ariel?" My aunt snapped, sounding extremely pissed.I blinked in confusion. "What do you mean?""Oh, don't play dumb! I know my daughter is with you. She's been gone for over two weeks, and I've been trying to reach her for three days, but she's not answering her phone. What have you done with her?" She accused, her voice filled with anger.I furrowed my brow in confusion, wondering why Ariel hadn't

MiracleA sudden release of tension in my body caused me to exhale in relief when Ariel answered her phone. I had no idea she would pick up, and I had been calling her randomly, hoping she would finally answer. Dani sat in the passenger seat. She leaned closer with her face inches from mine and urged me to put the phone on speaker mode."Where in heaven's name are you, Ariel? I've called and sent hundreds of voicemails, yet you didn't even bother to return the call.”My cousin was taking time to answer the question, and when she eventually spoke, her voice cracked through the speaker, sounding very flat and distant. "Why do you want to know?"Dani and I exchanged looks. Her eyes flashed with anger. She was ready to lash out at Ariel, and she would have done so if Ariel had been physically present. I remained composed, aware that giving in to anger would only worsen the situation."I need to know what's going on, Ariel. Your mom is accusing me of kidnapping you. Why didn't you go hom

NadiaI freshened up and embraced my girlfriend for what felt like the hundredth time. Then I bid her farewell and slid into my Mercedes, heading towards Beverly Hills, where I had spent most of my life. The air was heavy with the scent of Arabian spices, a familiar aroma that filled my nostrils as I drove through the gates. When I made my way into the estate, I caught sight of my father's latest fuck toy.She was young—too young for my father—and her intentions to swindle were transparent. Ever since my mama died ten years ago, Baba has developed an unhealthy preference for girls my age.What is it with young girls these days? Everyone was chasing after wealth, and no one wanted to remain in poverty. In this one, for instance, her eyes were filled with deceit. Well, what could I do? My disapproval wasn't going to stop my Baba, and I knew that all too well.We ate in the traditional dining room. I sat on a carpet and prepared to eat couscous and lamb."As-salamu alaykum, Baba. How ar

MiracleDespite the nagging in my head and the growing fear that something terrible was about to happen, I pushed myself to go to Dani's movie premiere.Dani had told me to relax and that worrying wouldn't change the future. She especially disagreed with me lying to Leonel about Ariel, fearing his temper would make things worse. But knowing Leonel, I couldn't shake the feeling that if he found out, things would blow up.As far as I knew, Ariel hadn't told Lenny the truth yet. If she had, all hell would have broken loose, and Lenny would be celebrating.Leonel greeted me with a wolf whistle and a bear hug when I modeled the ridiculously expensive black dress I bought for the premiere. The velvet hugged my curves perfectly, showing off just enough cleavage without being too revealing. The hemline fell above my knees, highlighting my legs. But the real showstopper was the back—a dramatic cutout that dipped down to my waist, showcasing a tantalizing portion of my back. That, of course, w

MiracleMaria and I were so busy with cooking. I tried cleaning the granite countertop and putting away the containers of spices, while at the same time standing at the stovetop and expertly sautéing shrimp in a skillet while Maria chopped fresh herbs. “This smells good already,” I smiled, adding a dash of paprika and a squeeze of fresh lemon juice. We were cooking paella valenciana, a traditional Spanish dish made with saffron-infused rice, shrimp, chicken, and veggies.Although there were lots of problems surrounding my relationship with Leonel—lots of lies and things that I was hiding from him—I couldn't keep wallowing in my misery. I planned to show him the pictures tonight and explain everything before it stretched. I was tired of lying.The sound of Leonel's car parking made me jerk my head up. I washed my hands and walked towards the front door. As I stretched out my hands for a hug, I noticed that he was frowning. My arms hesitated in mid-stride.My heart drooped with dread, r