All Chapters of Renting Billionaire Boyfriend: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Raisel's POVThe handle of Soren’s office door didn’t budge. Locked, of course. “Easy fix,” Hazel muttered, a mischievous glint in her eye as she reached into her handbag and produced a multi-tool lock-picking set. My jaw nearly hit the floor.“Don’t give me that look,” she smirked. “You’d be surprised what a girl learns when she spends her teenage years sneaking in and out of her mom’s office just to avoid being her next chess piece.”I let out a low whistle. “People never fail to surprise me.”She shot me a knowing look. “Everyone has a shadow side, Raisel. Some just hide it better than others. The trick is to keep your eyes sharp and never dismiss that little voice inside telling you something’s off.”I nodded, a heaviness settling in my chest. “You’re right. Ignoring your gut can lead you straight into the dark.”*Click.*The door swung open with an ominous creak. We exchanged a glance before stepping inside. The office was bare. Too clean. The clutter, the evidence—gone. “He’s m

Raisel's POVI hesitated as I stepped out of the hospital room. Mr. Beau needed me at the mansion, and thankfully, Soren didn’t question my flimsy excuse for leaving. He wanted me to stay—wanted me by his side—but I couldn’t. His eyes lingered on me just a second too long, sharp with suspicion. Did he sense I was lying? Or was that my paranoia talking? By the time I reached Mr. Beau’s sprawling mansion, my stomach was already in knots. As I entered the grand living hall, my eyes immediately landed on Jace and Mr. Beau deep in conversation. Their expressions were grim—this wasn’t going to be pleasant.“You’re going to sabotage Davina,” Mr. Beau announced with finality, not bothering with pleasantries.“I—what? I don’t even know where to start!” I stammered, trying to keep my voice steady.“Think like a woman who wants vengeance,” Jace said flatly, his tone devoid of any sympathy. “If you hadn’t run your mouth to Soren, we wouldn’t even be in this mess.”“Oh, don’t you dare pin this on

Raisel’s POV“Wakey… wakey, my Raisins,” came a teasing voice that dragged me unwillingly out of sleep. I groaned and yanked the covers over my head, shielding myself from the light.“Shh…” I mumbled groggily.“Raisins, you’ll be late for the office.” The nickname grated on my nerves, but before I could retaliate, the sheets were ripped off me. I groaned again, reluctantly meeting his hazel eyes. A sharp headache made me wince, and I squinted in pain.“What happened?” I croaked. It wasn’t until I glanced down that I realized I was naked. Soren’s gaze roamed over me shamelessly, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.“Before you get any ideas,” he said smugly, “you passed out before anything even started.” Heat flooded my cheeks as I recalled the bold moves I’d made last night. Embarrassed, I tugged the bedsheet around myself.“Oh, shy now, are we?” he teased. “It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.” I shot him a glare but regretted it immediately as the pain in my head flared up ag

Raisel - POVI couldn’t focus on my work but managed to pull myself together and assign teams their tasks. I had to get a few signatures from Soren, so I knocked on his cabin door.“Come in.”I walked in. Soren looked at me with a blank stare.“I need your signatures on these papers,” I said, handing him the file. He read it, signed it, and gave it back to me.I stayed in his office, knowing full well that Soren had been stalking me. He claimed it was to protect me, but I hated his methods. We never talked about it, but I knew there was more to his story. I was aware of half the truth, but I felt Soren was hiding something deeper.“What?” he asked, noticing my stare.“You know, after tonight’s mission, we need to talk,” I said firmly.“About what?” he asked, still focused on his laptop.“You stalking me.”He looked up at me.“There’s nothing to say. I told you I did it to protect you,” he said flatly.“I’m not letting you off with that one-sentence explanation, Soren. You better talk

Soren - POVAlaric’s fists came flying at me. I dodged, narrowly avoiding the blows, and retaliated with a sharp kick to his gut. He staggered back, gasping for air, but recovered quickly. The exchange between us was savage—punch after punch thrown with reckless fury. A few of mine connected with his face, snapping his head back, and a few of his landed on me, stinging my ribs. I was done playing games.With a calculated strike, I swept his legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the ground. Before he could regain his footing, I lunged, wrapping my arm around his neck in a crushing chokehold. Alaric writhed beneath me, his breaths coming in sharp, desperate bursts. And yet, a part of me—a shadow lurking deep within—found satisfaction in his struggle.Something inside me twisted, dark and primal. I wanted to end him. My grip tightened, the thought whispering like a seductive promise: Kill him. With your hands. Make him disappear. But before I could succumb, Alaric slipped free