All Chapters of I Kissed The Billionaire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter Twenty-One.Everyone inside the establishment went silent for a moment. It was like a silent indication that Belladonna was biased and mistreating his step-daughter. Belladonna's face turned all red with anger, it was like a silent slap in her face.I could help but chuckle a little inside."But…um…" I lightly bit my lower lip, showing indecisiveness, and threw a fearful glance at Belladonna. If I could only roll my eyes at this moment but I restrained myself, it would ruin my performance.I could help but sigh inwardly at how unfortunate I am to be stuck in this dog-blood drama.Everyone looked at me with pity, and a look of disapproval and scorn was directed to Belladonna. They must be thinking how a poor girl I am that can't even express myself without my step-mother's consent.Belladonna was outraged to the point she was blushing red and I could see the visible steam coming out of her ears. She glared at me, if glare could kill I would be long dead already. I could even in

Chapter Twenty-Three.Truthfully, Randall was indeed busy. He was currently in the middle of a meeting. It was always been a rule and custom in conference room that everybody had to set their phones to silent mode as no personal calls could be taken during this time.The conference room was in air-conditioned but it wasn’t exaggerating to say that everyone was sweating like they were being grilled in the hot dessert. The already cold conference room was even more bone chilling.Adamson, who presenting and reporting can’t help but shiver in silence as deep profound black eyes were staring at him. Looking as if he made just one mistake, the abyss will swallow him hole leaving no bones behind.As Adamson presented the report, beads of sweat formed on his forehead. The weight of Randall's stare made the room feel even colder, and the collective fear was almost suffocating. It wasn’t just Adamson who was feeling that way. Everyone felt the same, careful not to make a mistake in front of t

Allysa’s POV. “What do you want to eat?” Randall asked as he paused beside the bench. Before I could answer him, he led me to sit and placed the paper bags beside me. “Let’s apply some ointment on your face first,” he said, opening one of the paper bags and taking out a bottle of cream. The scent of lavender wafted through the air as he unscrewed the cap, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort in his presence. Randall's fingers delicately traced the contours of my swollen cheek as he applied the ointment. His touch was gentle, his movements careful. As he worked, the silence between us was filled with the sounds of the district: distant traffic, the murmur of people passing by, and the rustle of leaves in a nearby tree. “I never wanted you to get hurt,” he said softly, his eyes locked onto mine. There was a sincerity in his gaze that melted away the coldness I had sensed in him before. I stared at him for a while, his deep raven-black eyes looking at me deeply as if tryin

Chapter Twenty-Seven.Randall sat there, unblinking, as if someone had hit him with a truck. Allysa's words hung in the air: "Let's get married today." It wasn't what he had expected from their lunch date, not by a long shot. He didn't even know what to say to her sudden proposal, or more accurately, her veiled threat.Her audacity was breathtaking, almost admirable in its brazenness. He saw the steely glint in her eyes, a challenge she dared him to accept.A chuckle escaped his lips. The woman he was trying to win over was proposing to him? Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around? He shook his head in amusement.He had been right all along. This woman was too interesting. She wasn't the first woman to propose to him, but she was definitely the first to boldly try to threaten him into it.He rested his chin on his palm, his gaze unwavering as he studied Allysa. She didn't shy away from his intense scrutiny. Her sweet smile widened even further, challenging him to respond.Should

Chapter Twenty-NineThe helicopter sliced through the sky, the setting sun a fiery explosion of orange and yellow on the horizon. Beneath us, Amadeus unfolded like a vibrant tapestry. Lush green parks dotted with vibrant flower beds gave way to cobbled streets lined with quaint buildings in pastel hues. The majestic Amadeus River, a serpent of silver, snaked through the heart of the city, its surface reflecting the dying light of the day.I'd been to Amadeus before, but those visits were a blur of neon lights, throbbing nightclubs, and the relentless energy of a city that never seemed to sleep. This was a completely different Amadeus – bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, peaceful and serene. A city that held its breath, waiting for the cloak of night to fall.It didn't take long for the helicopter to descend on a neatly manicured helipad nestled amidst a sprawling estate. The manicured lawns were a vibrant emerald green, dotted with vibrant flowerbeds that burst with color –