All Chapters of Renting Billionaire Boyfriend: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Raisel - POV“Who sent this?” I asked the room service guy, holding up the card.“I… I don’t know, Miss,” he stammered. “I was just delivering the food, and—”“What’s going on?” Soren’s voice cut through the tension, sharp and commanding.I turned to him, holding up the card. His eyes darkened as he shifted his gaze to the room service attendant, who visibly tensed under the weight of Soren’s scrutiny.“Tell me the truth.” His voice was cold, unwavering.The guy swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “S-Someone paid me in the elevator to bring it to your room,” he admitted.Soren’s expression didn’t change, but the air around us felt heavier. “Did you recognize them? Describe this person.”The man hesitated. “He was wearing a black suit,” he said cautiously. “He’s a regular guest.”Soren’s eyes narrowed. “What’s his name?”“I… I don’t recall. But I can check with the front desk and let you know.”“I’ll come with you,” Soren said, his tone leaving no room for argument.I reached for

Raisel - POVBack to Iowa. I hadn’t slept a wink. As soon as the car rolled to a stop in front of my mother’s house, my eyes locked onto the sleek, expensive car parked in the driveway. Something about it sent a shiver down my spine. Next to me, I felt Soren tense.“What now?” I muttered under my breath.“Problem,” Jace whispered. His tone was sharp, and when I turned, I saw my friends exchange uneasy glances.We stepped inside, and there they were—Rocher and a man in a navy suit, sitting at the table, sipping coffee like they had all the time in the world.“Hey, birthday girl! Many happy returns of the day.” Rocher greeted me with his usual beaming smile, but my attention was locked on the man beside him. He was older, near my mother’s age, with an unreadable expression. When I pulled away from Rocher’s hug, the man’s cold, calculating eyes met mine.“Who is he?” I asked, my voice steady despite the unease curling in my stomach.“Your uncle—Johnathan.”I blinked, studying him again.

Raisel’s POVI woke up to the smell of something delicious—and the sight of Soren walking in, wearing nothing but pajama pants and carrying a breakfast tray.“Morning, Raisins,” he greeted, his voice warm and playful. His abs were on full display, and that handsome smile of his? Yeah, it was dangerous.“Lovely morning indeed,” I murmured, my voice still laced with sleep.He cocked an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes as he let his gaze sweep over me—slowly, deliberately.“You look beautiful,” he whispered, setting the tray on the bed. His fingers traced along the length of my neck, lingering on my skin.“Especially when you wear my love mark.”His husky voice sent a shiver down my spine. His hands wandered, his lips found mine, and just like that, I was melting—until my stomach let out a loud, traitorous growl.Soren chuckled, pulling back just enough to tease, “Looks like someone’s hungry.”I groaned, embarrassed. But instead of laughing at me, he cut into the pancakes and held

Raisel - POVSoren sat beside me, his fingers laced through mine, his grip steady but unreadable. His expression mirrored my own—uncertain, waiting. Roacher settled into the chair across from us, her gaze sharp as ever."You might not remember this," she started, voice carefully measured, "but when you were fifteen, you were bullied. And then... you snapped." She hesitated.I swallowed hard."How could I forget something like that?" I asked, my voice quieter than I intended."Because you took a bad hit to the head during the fight. And the other kid... well, he didn’t walk away unscathed either." Roacher exhaled. "Your mom pulled some serious strings to get you out of that orphanage before things escalated. Paid them off, had you transferred, even covered the kid’s medical bills. Kept your name off any records so you wouldn’t end up in juvie."I stared at my hands, trying to grasp the idea that I had been that violent once. It didn’t feel real."Somehow, Viktor must have found out abo

Raisel - POVNew York was its usual chaotic self—bustling streets, people rushing off to work, taxis honking like it was their full-time job. I watched the city blur past from the car window, my mind already tangled in the upcoming meeting. Dressed in formal attire, today was all about discussing sales success and strategies to push for more.A gentle tug on my hand pulled me from my thoughts. Soren. His fingers laced through mine, his grip warm and familiar.“What’s on your mind?” he murmured, bringing my knuckles to his lips.“Just work,” I whispered back.He frowned, clearly unimpressed. “And here I thought you were having daydreams—scratch that, wet dreams—about me.”I felt my face heat up instantly. It wasn’t like I didn’t think about him that way. Keeping my hands off him was already a full-time struggle. His smirk deepened, all dark amusement. God, I hated how easily he got under my skin.“I promise to make all your fantasies come true,” he murmured, voice teasing but laced wit