All Chapters of Hold on, Mr billionaire. : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 51: Secrets in the Shadows**As Bella stepped back inside the ballroom, her mind was still buzzing from the kiss she’d just shared with Adrian. The thrill of it lingered on her lips, a sensation she wasn’t quite ready to let go of. But as she moved through the crowd, her thoughts shifted. She wasn’t naive about Adrian’s world—the power plays, the buried secrets. And tonight, something told her that she hadn’t even scratched the surface.She caught sight of Lucas standing by the bar, his gaze drifting warily over the crowd. Normally calm and collected, he looked tense, as if carrying some unseen weight. Bella took a deep breath and approached him, her curiosity mingled with concern. Whatever was going on tonight, Lucas seemed as much a part of it as Adrian.“Lucas,” she said, her voice low. He turned, and a faint smile flickered across his face, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.“Bella. Enjoying the evening?” he asked, his tone polite but guarded.“It’s... more eventful th

Chapter 53: A Thin Line** *Adrian’s POV* The second the conference room door shut behind Ethan, I wanted to throw something. Anything. I could feel the pulse in my temples, the barely controlled rage threatening to slip its leash. He strutted out of here like he hadn’t just insulted my intelligence with that laughable presentation, like he hadn’t smirked at Bella one too many times. *Breathe, Adrian.* I ran a hand down my face, forcing the tension out of my shoulders. Losing control wasn’t an option, not here, not in front of my team. Lucas and Diana lingered behind, their quiet conversation filling the heavy silence. Bella was still seated near the far end of the table, her arms crossed, deep in thought. She’d been watching Ethan closely during the presentation, and I could tell her instincts were telling her the same thing mine were—he was lying. But then again, Bella always seemed to notice what others missed. It was one of the many things about her that both fascinated a

3rd Person POV* The Langston offices were unusually quiet for a Thursday afternoon. The tension from Ethan's botched proposal had eased, but a subtle undercurrent of anticipation hummed through the halls. The team was already preparing for their next steps, and as usual, Adrian was in control, orchestrating every move like a maestro. Meanwhile, Oliver leaned against Diana’s desk in the executive wing, flipping through a folder. He had that careless charm of his, the kind that made him seem effortlessly capable, even when he wasn’t trying. “You know,” he said, his eyes flicking to Diana, “I still don’t understand how you keep this place running so smoothly. I can barely keep my inbox under control, and here you are managing Adrian, Bella, and Lucas like it’s nothing.” Diana, who had been typing furiously on her laptop, glanced up, her expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. “Unlike you, Oliver, I don’t treat my responsibilities like a joke.” “Ouch.” He pressed a hand

Chapter 57: Fractured Silence *Bella’s POV* The ringing of my phone jolted me awake, cutting through the haze of restless sleep. I didn’t need to check the screen to know who it was. Adrian. Again. It had been three days since our fight, and he’d been relentless—calls, texts, even showing up outside my apartment once. I hadn’t answered, hadn’t given him a shred of acknowledgment. Every message he left only added to the whirlwind of emotions I was trying to suppress. I groaned, throwing the covers off and padding to the kitchen. The early morning light streamed through the windows, the city already humming with life. It was a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me. My coffee maker sputtered as it brewed, the sound oddly comforting in the silence of my apartment. Silence I had purposely maintained. I needed time to think, to process what Adrian had told me. But every time I tried, my thoughts spiraled back to him—his desperate eyes, his voice cracking as he begged me

Third-Person POV* The Langston Group’s sleek glass building glinted in the early morning sunlight, a symbol of power and prestige—or at least it had been until today. Inside, the usual buzz of productivity had been replaced by chaos. Phones rang incessantly, conversations were hushed but frantic, and the atmosphere was charged with tension that no one could ignore. On every major news channel and across social media, a single headline dominated: *Langston Group Caught in Corporate Sabotage Scandal.* The story was damning, laced with alleged evidence of Adrian Langston and Monica Tate’s collusion years ago to bring down a rising competitor in the tech industry. Financial records, private emails, and a supposed whistleblower’s testimony painted a picture of ruthless tactics and unethical decisions. Adrian sat at the head of the executive conference room, his hands steepled as his piercing eyes scanned the room. Beside him, Oliver was scrolling through his tablet, his jaw tighten