All Chapters of A Night with a Billionaire devil: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"Samuel's point of view,"Yes, I have read about Murphy's law. When you worry about something, it becomes more likely to occur. I worry about losing her the most, and I have now really witnessed her kissing Harry. I no longer have any hope. I wish I had never entered her office, so I wouldn't have to witness the fulfillment of my worst nightmare. I am aware that I have no right to feel resentment or guilt, but I can not fool myself. I'm feeling heartbroken and envious. I was in my office, but I couldn't focus on my work. I only want to go home and sleep right now. That scene is still fresh in my mind. What should I do next? I'll lose control of my sanity if I keep thinking about her this way. I need to take action to remove her from my memory. Alcohol is the best way to forget about her. It's 5 in the evening, and I am in no mood to continue my work, so I just packed my bag and left the office. I have asked Jenny to watch the kids for me because I can't say when I'll be back home

"Samuel's point of view,"I'm very sure she saw the flower arrangements in her office, so why didn't she say anything? Perhaps she is preoccupied with work. Did she see the note I included with the flowers? Maybe, but why didn't she respond till now? I waited for her call while seated in my office and kept an eye on my landline. I'm hoping she'll give me a call, for sure. After all, every woman loves to get flowers, and when she reads that apology note with an emoji, her rage will undoubtedly subside. "So, Mr. Oscar, please explain what you did this time to irritate her." Samantha walked into my office without knocking and grinned mischievously as she stared at me. "I did nothing." I tried to make it appear to her that I was working by turning on the laptop's screen. "Stop pretending in front of me; there's no need for it. I am well aware that you transformed her workplace into a garden." She set the laptop screen aside and sat down at my desk. "So, well, you are already aware

"Samuel's point of view,""Now what?" She gave me a frustrated expression. "Whatever you want." I couldn't take my eyes off of her pink lips. "Put an end to your stupidity and take your hand off my waist." She chastised me. "No, not at all." I declined by shaking my head. "Why? Why are you still clinging to my waist even if I lose this game and look away?" How could I tell her that I wanted to embrace her and kiss her till we were out of breath? "Because you still refuse to admit defeat.""What defeat?" She looked at me with a frown. "Amber, until you confirm that you have accepted your defeat, I won't leave you.""No way; maybe in your dreams." She hasn't changed her mind about forgiving me. Why has she grown so obstinate now? "Guys, I'll come back later because I think you two are already quite busy." Samantha broke up our conversation. "No, Sam, wait." Amber asked her to sit down. "Mr. Oscar, please release your grip on my waist, as I have accepted my defeat." Her extra-

"Samuel's point of view,"I don't want to be here any longer. I want to leave this place immediately. I typed my letter of resignation and was going to email it to her. "Samuel Oscar, you accepted defeat." Samantha came into my workspace. "What else do you expect of me? Do you want me to attend her wedding as her best man?"Her words continued to ring in my ears. "No, I'm not asking you to be her best man; instead, I'm asking you to stop her from getting married.""What?" I stared at her in disbelief. "How do I stop her?" "I'm not sure what you'll do to stop her, but I do need you to." I don't know why she is pleading with me since Amber has already made up her mind to marry him. "I'm sorry, Samantha, but I'm powerless to assist you in this situation. This is her life, and she is free to do whatever she wants with it.""Oh really? I have no clue you are so self-centered that you stood by as she hurt herself. What would happen to your family if she married Harry? Don't you wa

"Scarlett's point of view,"So the plane took off for Texas. I feel joyful again after a long period. When no one is there to annoy me, I can finally unwind. All three of them traveled for work. Today is a reason to throw a party. To commemorate my joyful occasion, I must prepare a cake. I was relaxing on my couch and trying to figure out the best way to commemorate my good fortune. The perfect way to commemorate this momentous occasion is with cake, chocolates, and music. I got off the sofa and went into the kitchen. I put on some music and got to work making cake batter in a cheerful frame of mind. I was busy preparing a nice dinner for myself while swaying to jazz music. "Who the hell is that on my doorbell now?" After there is loud music playing, I first cannot hear the doorbell, but after it rings again, I lower the music volume and proceed to the hallway. Oh, there is no one at the door; perhaps there was a misunderstanding. When I opened my door, nobody was standing in f