All Chapters of Hold on, Mr billionaire. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Meridian City was electric at night. The skyscrapers loomed against the dusky sky, their facades shimmering with countless lights. Streets bustled with people, the hum of traffic a constant backdrop. It was the kind of place where dreams were made and shattered in a single night, where ambition drove everything, and the stakes were always high.I was at the annual Meridian Tech Conference, one of the biggest events of the year, a showcase for all the latest innovations in technology and design. My ticket in was a freelance gig with one of the tech companies showcasing their products. As a freelance graphic designer, it was a chance to network, to connect with new clients, and, hopefully, to land more gigs.I’d dressed for the occasion, choosing a sleek black dress that hugged my curves in all the right places. It was sophisticated but not flashy—just enough to make a good impression. My hair was down in loose waves, and I wore my favorite red lipstick, the one that made me feel confid

The conference hall was alive with activity, a pulsating rhythm of voices and laughter that reverberated off the high ceilings. Neon lights flickered in patterns, casting an ever-changing glow across the polished marble floors. As I stood near the edge of the crowd, I felt like a spectator in a world where I didn't quite fit in. The attendees were a sea of expensive suits and elegant evening gowns, a parade of wealth and status.Adrian Langston was at the center of it all, like a king holding court. He moved through the crowd with ease, his tailored navy suit hugging his broad shoulders and tapering to a perfect fit at the waist. His crisp white shirt was open at the collar, hinting at a more relaxed side beneath the corporate exterior. A simple gold watch peeked from under his cuff, and his dark hair was styled with just the right amount of tousled charm. He exuded confidence, the kind that could only come from being at the top of the corporate ladder.I, on the other hand, felt out

Meridian City was known for its fast pace and relentless ambition, but the morning after the conference had a quieter energy. The streets, though still busy, had a more relaxed feel as people went about their routines. I sat in my apartment, contemplating what to wear to my meeting with Adrian Langston's team later that afternoon. It was a big opportunity, but I didn't want to look like I was trying too hard.I chose a simple yet sophisticated outfit—a tailored charcoal blazer over a white blouse, paired with high-waisted black trousers that flattered my figure. My shoes were sleek black ankle boots with a modest heel, giving me just the right amount of height without sacrificing comfort. To add a touch of flair, I wore a silver necklace with a delicate pendant, a subtle nod to my personal style. My hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, and I kept my makeup light but polished, with a touch of eyeliner and my signature red lipstick.After getting ready, I decided to grab coffee at

After the meeting with Adrian Langston, I needed to get out of the city. The pressure of Meridian City’s corporate world was stifling, and I was struggling to shake off Diana Kingsley's warning about Adrian's demanding nature. I needed a grounding presence, a reminder that life wasn't all business propositions and corporate schemes. My family in the suburbs was the perfect antidote.The drive to my mom's house was therapeutic, the city’s skyscrapers gradually giving way to quieter streets lined with trees. The neighborhood was familiar, with its wide roads and well-kept lawns. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and distant wood smoke, a sharp contrast to the city’s exhaust fumes and crowded sidewalks.When I pulled into my mom's driveway, I saw her tending to her garden, a trowel in one hand and a watering can in the other. She looked up and waved, her face lighting up with a smile. She was in her early fifties, her short brown hair flecked with gray. She had the same eyes as me, wa

Adrian's POVThe invitation to the gala had been sitting on my desk for weeks, a reminder of the social obligations that came with my position. Normally, I would have ignored it—parties weren't my thing—but tonight was different. Tonight, I had a plan.I glanced at myself in the mirror, adjusting my tie with a critical eye. My suit was tailored to perfection, the fabric clinging to my frame in all the right places. I prided myself on my appearance, knowing that first impressions were everything in the world I inhabited.The gala was being held at one of the city's most prestigious venues, a grand ballroom filled with chandeliers and marble floors. As I stepped inside, the air hummed with excitement, the chatter of the guests blending with the soft strains of classical music.Hoping she accepted my invitation,I scanned the room, searching for Bella Martinez. She stood out in a sea of designer dresses and sparkling jewelry, her vibrant energy drawing my eye like a magnet. She wore a sim