All Chapters of Renting Billionaire Boyfriend: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Soren – POVI couldn’t get enough of her. Her lips were soft, trembling slightly as if they carried the weight of the world. Raisel leaned into me, her body molding against mine as if she were trying to hide from her pain. When we finally pulled away, her forehead rested against mine, and our breaths mingled in the fragile space between us. Her eyes—deep pools of fear and longing—drew me in.“Distract me. Please,” she whispered, her voice a delicate thread, heavy with desperation. Her plea struck a chord so deep it ached.“Anything for you, Raisins,” I murmured, my lips curving into a soft smile. Without another word, I swept her into my arms and carried her to the bathroom.Steam rose around us as the shower came to life, but I was already burning. She helped me undress, her fingers brushing my skin in ways that left my heart hammering. When her clothes fell away, I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering over her. She was stunning—every curve, every line, a masterpiece I felt unworthy

Raisel’s POVThe hidden door slid open, revealing the secret room next to Soren’s home. The faint sound of the shelf grinding against the floor made me shiver. “So, you moved all your things into a hidden office,” I murmured, my voice low as he flicked on the lights.The room illuminated, and my breath caught. My images—dozens of them—plastered the walls. Notes, details about my life, my habits, my wants, and my needs were laid bare like a living diary. My pulse quickened. How long had this been here? A year? Maybe more—ever since he’d left college.“I’ll confess,” Soren said, stepping closer, his presence suffocating in the small room. “I’ve been obsessed with you. Only you.”His words lingered, thick in the air, as if they dared me to respond.“Soren, this… all of this makes me uncomfortable,” I whispered, my voice trembling.“I know you don't,” he replied, his tone quiet but teasing, like he enjoyed my unease. “Your eyes—oh, Raisel—your eyes always sparkle when you realize how obse

Raisel’s POVIt’s the last week of July, and summer is hitting all the right spots. Sun on my skin, the salty ocean breeze, cocktails, bikinis, and beach vibes—I’ve missed this.Hazel leans back in her rickety wooden chair at the shack on Oak Street Beach, her sunglasses perched low on her nose. “Oh, damn, girl. It’s been forever since we’ve taken a vacation together.”“I just tagged along,” I reply, swirling my cocktail. “It was your idea, and… you were right. We both needed this.”Hazel gives me that look. The one that says she’s onto me. “Yeah, but what really made you come? Rai, you don’t just drop work out of the blue. You texted me about tagging along to Paris, and next thing I knew, I was booking a flight to Chicago because you needed this trip.”I let out a heavy sigh, my gaze locked on the endless blue horizon. “Can we not talk about it?”Hazel groans but doesn’t push. “Fine. All I care about is that you’re here.""Though I do wonder why you canceled Paris business trip so fa

Raisel’s POVHazel’s piercing green eyes locked on me like a detective about to crack a case.“What are you hiding on that ancient laptop of yours?” she asked, her voice carrying a teasing edge but with unmistakable curiosity.“Nothing,” I shot back, too quickly. “I told you to destroy it.”She raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced.“Well, I was going to,” she said, leaning back. “Until my laptop broke, and I had to borrow yours. I didn’t mean to pry, but…” She hesitated, biting her lip. “There was a folder. It was password-protected.” Her tone softened, but her gaze stayed firm. “Raisel, what’s in it? I want to know.”My pulse quickened. “It’s just my diary. That’s all.” My words came out sharper than I intended. “I’m entitled to some privacy, Hazel.”Her face fell slightly, and I hated the way my words seemed to push her away. The last thing I wanted was to hurt her, but this was a boundary I wasn’t willing to cross.“Sorry,” I blurted out, the guilt instantly kicking in.“It’s oka

Raisel - POVI was finally sober, sitting in Hazel's room. Fiora and Hazel still looked groggy, their coffee mugs doing little to chase away the hangover.“Fiora, you’ve got the day off?” I asked. She nodded.“Yes,” she whispered.Hazel, frowning at her phone, suddenly looked troubled.“Guys, I need to leave for New York,” she announced.“Why?” I asked.“My mother called. If I don’t go, I could lose my business deal for good,” Hazel explained.“Do you want me to come with you?” I offered.“No, don’t cancel the trip because of me, Rai,” Hazel said firmly. “I’ll try to finish everything quickly and join you later.”“Hey, I’ve got two days off—I can keep Rai company,” Fiora said with a smile.“Yeah, Hazel, you should go. Don’t worry about me. I hope things work out for you,” I added, trying to reassure her. Fiora helpedHazel pick an outfit for the airport while I booked Hazel’s flight. A short while later, Hazel left in a cab.“So, what’s your plan for the day?” Fiora asked, turning to