All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE LAST CHANCE : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Amelia can’t just get away with everything, Chloe thought, pacing back and forth in her apartment. It’s not possible. She clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white as she replayed everything Amelia had done. The way she waltzed through life without a care, as if nothing could touch her. It was infuriating, and Chloe had had enough. Her thoughts spiraled, fueled by the anger that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. She shouted, **“I need to deal with her!”** The words echoed through her empty apartment, the only witness to her fury. Chloe’s heart pounded in her chest, her breathing erratic as she struggled to regain control. **“I need to deal with her,”** she repeated, this time in a whisper, the venom in her voice unmistakable. Chloe knew she couldn’t continue like this, living in the shadow of Amelia’s seemingly perfect life. Amelia, with her charm and grace, who always seemed to come out on top. It wasn’t fair. Chloe had tried to be patient, to let thin

The next day, Amelia decided it was time for a bit of retail therapy. She had been working tirelessly and felt that a shopping spree was just what she needed to rejuvenate herself. She instructed her driver to take her to House of Bijan, a prestigious high-end boutique known for its luxury fashion. This wasn’t just any shopping trip; it was a special outing meant to lift her spirits and provide a much-needed break from her daily routine. With her trusted personal maid by her side, Amelia was set for a day of indulgence and relaxation. As she prepared for the day, Amelia carefully selected her outfit. She chose a chic, elegant ensemble that perfectly balanced sophistication with comfort. Her outfit was not only stylish but also practical for a day of shopping. Amelia wanted to ensure she looked her best, as she knew that shopping at such a renowned store would involve a lot of interaction with staff and other patrons. When her driver arrived, he greeted her warmly and opened the car

The bar was dimly lit, with a few groups of people scattered around, chatting and laughing. The atmosphere was laid-back, with soft music playing in the background. It was the kind of place where you could easily lose yourself in your thoughts, which was exactly what Amelia needed. She walked up to the bar and ordered a drink, something strong to help take the edge off her emotions. **Let him be in the house, worrying himself to death,** she thought as the bartender handed her the glass. **I’m not going back until I’ve had enough time to think.** She took a sip, savoring the burn as the alcohol went down her throat. Meanwhile, back at home, Alexander was pacing back and forth, worried about gnawing at him. **Where could she be?** he wondered, glancing at the clock for the umpteenth time. It was already 10:30 PM, and there was still no sign of Amelia. His anger from earlier had subsided, replaced by a growing sense of concern. **What if something happened to her?** He picked up h

After a long and exhausting drive, Amelia's driver finally reached Alexander's estate. The tall iron gates, a symbol of both grandeur and security, creaked open as the gateman, ever vigilant, allowed them inside. The car rolled down the long driveway, past the manicured lawns and fountains, before coming to a smooth halt in front of the grand entrance.As soon as Amelia stepped out of the car, she noticed something was off. The air was thick with tension, and nearly all the household staff were gathered outside, their faces etched with expressions of shock, confusion, and something else she couldn’t quite place—was it pity? She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but her heart pounded in her chest. She could feel their eyes on her, scrutinizing her every move as if she were a ghost who had just materialized out of nowhere.The silence was deafening. Usually, the estate buzzed with activity, a reflection of the wealth and influence that Alexander wielded. But today, the only

Richard paced back and forth in his dimly lit apartment, his heart racing as he clutched his phone in one hand. The events of the past few days had spiraled out of control far beyond what he had anticipated. He had been a pawn in a larger game, a game orchestrated by Chloe, and now, he found himself on the losing side. His hands were shaking as he dialed Chloe’s number, his mind racing with anger, fear, and confusion. The phone rang twice before she answered. Her voice was cold, detached, as if she had been expecting his call. "What do you want, Richard?" she asked, her tone laced with impatience. "Chloe," Richard began, trying to keep his voice steady, "why did you post mine and Amelia's nude pictures are on the internet? That wasn’t part of the plan. You promised me—" "Excuse me?" Chloe cut him off sharply, her voice now tinged with anger. "You don’t even have the right to call me and speak to me in such a way. Are you out of your senses, or what?" Richard’s heart pounded in