All Chapters of THE HEARTLESS BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Amari Fleur's Point Of View SIX YEARS AFTER. At the moment, I am preoccupied with the task of sorting and organizing my personal belongings within my living space. I have taken the initiative to carefully place each item into a designated box labeled "for donation." This is a common practice that my household and I frequently engage in, where we make a conscious effort to declutter and rid ourselves of any possessions that no longer serve a practical purpose every three months. Upon hearing my phone ring, I immediately paused my current task and reached for it. Upon checking the caller ID, I found it was Klaus. A smile spread across my face as I answered the call, and I could hear him singing on the other end as he greeted me. "Did I do well? How was my singing?" Klaus asked me a question from the other line, and I smiled before answering. "That was a great song! I've noticed you sing something new every week. Why is that?" I asked Klaus, "Are you laughing?" I heard his laug

Amari Fleur's Point Of View "Did I say something wrong? Why did Aunt Sandra suddenly become angry?" Klaus had asked me a question, but before I could answer, my phone interrupted us with a sudden ring. I felt a frown crease as I glanced at the caller ID. It was Mr. Devera on the line. Despite my annoyance at the interruption, I knew I had to take the call as it was likely important. "I'm sorry, I need to take this call." After telling Klaus, I walked to the veranda to attend the call. "Finally! Congratulations, my dear Fleur." On the other end of the line, Mr. Devera's cheerful voice could be heard, his words coming through loud and clear. His tone conveyed a sense of happiness and contentment despite not being face-to-face. It was clear that whatever he was calling about was bringing him joy. "Thank you, Mr. Devera. I appreciate that you took the time to call me and offer your congratulations." I smiled as I spoke to the person on the other line, but my expression turned to a

Narrator's Point Of ViewFLASHBACKDECADES AGO.Ina stood frozen, her eyes fixated on the sight before her. She could feel her heart pounding inside her chest as she watched her best friend, Ali, and the man she loved the most, Tim, interacting intimately. They held hands, and Tim whispered sweet nothings into Ali's ear, causing her to giggle and blush. Ina's mind was reeling as she tried to process what was happening. She had suspected something was between them, but seeing it with her own eyes was a different matter altogether. The realization that her two closest people had been keeping a secret from her was overwhelming. As she struggled to control her emotions, Ali and Tim turned to face her, smiling. They had finally admitted their relationship to Ina, and she knew that things would never be the same again.Ina has had feelings for Tim for years but has never found the courage to confess them to him. However, she had confided in her best friend, Ali, about her crush. To her surp

Amari Fleur's Point Of View I slowly opened my eyes and saw a big smile on my mother's face. She was standing beside my bed with a delicious-looking cake and a colorful balloon in one hand. Aunt Lilet was beside her, holding three paper bags filled with presents. As I sat up, still feeling a little groggy, I caught a glimpse of Patrizia, my childhood best friend. She was holding my camera and grinning from ear to ear. "Happy birthday, my princess." Mom's smile was so beautiful, which brightened my day. I barely saw her that smile, a genuine one. "My darling, happy birthday! We have some gifts for you." Aunt Lilet placed the paper bags on my bedside table with excitement evident in her voice. "Make a wish, Fleur, and blow out your candles." Mommy spoke and then brought me a round vanilla cake that she had made. I closed my eyes and silently prayed that Mommy would agree to let me return to her country. After I blew out the candle, the camera flashed once more. "Thank you to my

Amari Fleur's Point Of View Patrizia and I ordered our drinks at the bar counter when we entered the venue. The bartender greeted us warmly and asked us what we would like to have. I ordered tequila, while Patrizia ordered vodka. She then turned to me and flashed a smile, but her expression changed when she saw the creases on my forehead. "What's the problem?" Patrizia asked me, then handed me the tequila that I ordered. I immediately took and drank the tequila directly before I answered her question, "I saw Kaizer, and he was with Sachna." I told Patrizia and signaled the bartender for another tequila shot. Patrizia laughed at my words, then looked around. "Is that so? Well, what were our expectations? By the way, they are both losers." Patrizia laughed, but I couldn't join in because of Agatha. My mood suddenly changed when I saw her again. "Why do you look like that? Are you affected by them? Please don't tell me you are." Patrizia raised her eyebrows as she asked me. I do