All Chapters of Hold on, Mr billionaire. : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The Langston Group office felt heavier than ever, its once-polished surfaces now shrouded in an invisible fog of tension. Bella sat at her desk, pretending to work, her eyes fixed on a spreadsheet that hadn’t moved in twenty minutes. Every keystroke felt pointless, her focus obliterated by the emotional maelstrom inside her. Adrian’s words from the last time they spoke replayed endlessly in her mind. _“I hid it to protect you.”_ Protect me from what? she wondered for the thousandth time. She had given Adrian the benefit of the doubt too many times already, but now the layers of secrets were too thick to ignore. And then there was the revelation about her father. The man she had idolized all her life had secrets of his own, ones tied to Adrian’s family and, somehow, Monica. Her father had died before she could ask him any questions, leaving her to piece together the fragments of a story that didn’t make sense. She leaned back in her chair, running a hand through her hair. Everyth

Morning light streamed through my window, forcing me awake. I blinked against the brightness, my mind sluggish as the events of the previous night came rushing back. Adrian’s voice still echoed in my ears, and the weight of our conversation sat heavy on my chest. The truth was, I hadn’t stopped thinking about him. Even when I wanted to shut him out, his presence lingered, refusing to let me move on. I rubbed my temples, willing the headache forming behind my eyes to disappear. There was no escaping the reality of what lay ahead—work, Adrian, and the endless spiral of emotions he seemed to pull out of me. ### By the time I made it to the office, the building was already buzzing with activity. I kept my head down, avoiding unnecessary conversations, and headed straight to my desk. But I wasn’t alone for long. “Good morning.” Diana’s voice cut through the silence, startling me. I looked up to see her leaning against the doorframe, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a pas

The hours dragged like days after Bella left the office. It wasn’t just her absence that weighed on me—it was the silence. A silence that stretched across every moment, choking out any hope I had of fixing things between us. She hadn’t returned my calls or texts since our argument, and every second I didn’t hear from her only made the knot in my stomach tighten. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I wasn’t the kind of man who sat back and waited for things to fix themselves. It was late when I finally made the decision. I grabbed my coat and keys, not even bothering to alert security as I left. I needed to see her, to look her in the eyes and explain everything—no half-truths, no dodging the questions she deserved answers to. The drive to her apartment was too short, leaving me with little time to figure out exactly what I was going to say. By the time I reached her door, my fists clenched at my sides, I realized I didn’t have a plan. All I had was the hope that she’d hear me out. I

Bella’s POV* Adrian Langston was an enigma wrapped in a three-piece suit, and lately, he was making it impossible for me to focus. No matter how much I tried to ground myself, his presence lingered like the scent of his cologne—intoxicating and inescapable. I sat at my desk, the soft hum of the office around me, trying and failing to concentrate. The numbers on the spreadsheet blurred into a chaotic mess, each cell mocking my inability to stay on task. My mind was a tangled web of business strategies, unresolved arguments, and the memory of Adrian’s lips hovering dangerously close to mine. He’d almost kissed me. I couldn’t stop replaying the moment in my head. The way his hand had cradled my face, warm and firm, his thumb brushing my cheek like I was something precious. The intensity in his gaze had made my breath hitch, as if he could see every secret I was trying to bury. And then his words, *You’re irresistible.* “Ugh.” I groaned, burying my face in my hands. How had my l

Bella’s question hung in the air, but I didn’t answer right away. I was too caught up in watching her from the corner of my eye as I drove. Her fingers kept smoothing the emerald green fabric of her dress, a habit that betrayed her nerves despite the confidence she usually exuded. The dress was simple yet stunning, clinging to her curves in all the right ways. “No,” I finally replied, my voice calm, “it’s not casual.” She turned to face me, her brow furrowing. “Adrian, you said—” “I didn’t say anything,” I interrupted with a smirk. “You assumed.” Her mouth fell open slightly before she shut it, her eyes narrowing. “If you’re trying to ambush me, I swear—” “It’s nothing like that.” I glanced at her as I maneuvered the car through the city streets. “Trust me.” She let out a quiet scoff, turning to look out the window. The streetlights illuminated her profile, highlighting the subtle arch of her nose and the delicate line of her jaw. Trust wasn’t something she gave easily, an