All Chapters of My Cold Billionaire: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

This morning, in a large room with a minimalist gray decor, Mario sipped his coffee while keeping an eye on the world stock market news on the television. It wasn't long before his office door was knocked, and a tall, burly man in a black shirt entered. Upon closer inspection, the man who entered could be more aptly described as a security guard or bodyguard. This man was Joseph, the one who had been assigned to watch over Kimberly. Without hesitation, Joseph stepped forward. He handed over a brown folder for Marco to examine. Marco accepted it immediately. He then extended his hand to open the folder and began pulling out the photos it contained, one by one. For a moment, Marco scrutinized each photo he held. After a while, his forehead furrowed, and his emotions almost flared up when he came across a picture that truly disturbed him. "Josh, can you explain the meaning of all this?" Marco asked while holding up one of the photos towards Joseph, trying to restrain his emotions. Jose

Kimberly quietly enjoyed her dinner. Her mind wandered, and she had too much on her mind. It was the second day since Nicholas had left for abroad, yet he hadn't taken the initiative to contact her. Was Nicholas angry with her? It wasn't funny that she had to reach out to him first. "Am I the one being victimized here? I'm the one who's disappointed. Why am I the one being ignored? Ugh! So frustrating," Kimberly rolled her eyes, scrutinizing herself in an attempt to find any flaws within. "Am I not pretty enough that Nicholas truly sees me as not his type?" Kimberly sighed deeply, holding her cheeks. "Gosh, how perfect do I have to be for Nicholas to accept me?" She winced. But before she could finish her thoughts on Nicholas, another issue crossed her mind. Now, she was thinking about the diagnosis the doctor had given her yesterday. To recover, she needed a lot of money for surgery, and at the moment, she had only two options: returning home and seeking help from Grandpa Arthur o

Tears continued to flow from Kimberly's eyes. The day had turned into night, but she remained seated beside the closet, hugging her knees, releasing all the tears and disappointment that filled her heart. She wondered if she was so repulsive that Nicholas had never wanted to touch her. Or perhaps he had never desired her. "You're truly pathetic, Kimmy," she muttered. At the time when the doctor had diagnosed her with a life-threatening illness. At that very moment, the man she referred to as her fiancé seemed to want nothing to do with her. "You should know better." Kimberly let out a bitter laugh, mocking her fate. To this day, she realized that maybe she was the only one who loved Nicholas, and it was not reciprocated. "Damn the disease. Damn love. Why dwell on all this?" Kimberly wiped the tears from her cheeks and forced herself to stand. She steeled herself to forget the recent events. Shortly after, Kimberly decided to change her clothes, apply some light makeup, and hurr

Kimberly was enjoying lunch with Alex and Keyra in the cafeteria. It had been a long time since she had seen her two friends. Back then, not a day went by without her spending time with them. "I thought after becoming Mr. Alistair's fiancée, you wouldn't want to be friends with us anymore, Kimmy," Alex teased. He was waiting to see how Kimberly would respond. Kimberly chuckled softly. "I apologize for being so busy lately. You both know our office has a lot of deadlines to meet." "So, how's your relationship with Mr. Nicholas? Is it getting better? You haven't talked about it at all lately," Keyra now threw the question. Kimberly didn't respond immediately. She chose to take a sip of the green tea freeze she had ordered first. "I don't know, honestly. I don't know how long this relationship will last. I thought, after becoming Mr. Ice King's fiancée, I could easily melt his heart. But it's beyond my expectations. He's really hard to thaw. I'm sure that up to this moment, he still h

The chill in the meeting room temperature didn't affect Kimberly in the slightest. In fact, she felt increasingly warm as time went on. It wasn't for any particular reason; she just didn't feel like dealing with clients today, especially those who seemed so intentionally seeking Nicholas and Edward's attention. Claudia Rosselinni, beautiful with blue eyes and wavy brown hair, stood tall and slender, making her seem more suited for a modeling career. She was around 28-29 years old and the only child of a conglomerate with interests in gold and oil mining from Singapore. She had recently planned to invest $250 million USD, equivalent to 3 trillion Indonesian rupiahs, in a condotel and resort development project in the Maldives. Seeing this as a golden opportunity, Nicholas and Edward did their utmost to ensure that the memorandum of understanding (MOU) for collaboration would proceed smoothly and quickly. That's why they had been discussing the project details since morning, aiming to