All Chapters of The Billionaire's Fashion Designer : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

"Someone like you might not want to be here," Blue said as they walked into her apartment." What am I like?" he asked, looking around the room." A wealthy, pompous kid?"," I believe you mean the antonym of those last two nonsense words, "he said, looking around the room.The room is small but impeccably kept, showcasing its owner’s careful, organized nature. The walls weren't decorated with expensive wallpapers, but neatly hung over it were a few paintings of hers which she made by herself. They were proudly displayed. Each one, though simple, is full of life—scenes of nature, bright flowers, and quiet still-lifes, lovingly framed in basic wooden borders. They add warmth and personality to the space, a testament to her quiet creativity.After admiring the paintings with a smile on his face, his gaze moved to her small bed that was neatly made with a carefully folded patchwork quilt." I love this room arrangement," he was forced to say, " the arrangement was made with thought; it m

On the last floor of a three-story building, staring out of the window, is Clarisse, looking disappointed and hopeless. She stared down out of the building to see that her intention of jumping out of the window wasn't possible. The house is extravagant; it is surrounded by nature, and the furniture is simple and luxurious, telling the nature and the wealth of the owner, but none of this entices Clarisse. None of the beauties she's seeing could ever be compared to her home, and the person who makes everything beautiful is also not there.How can such a beautiful building be in a place of nowhere?She thought, thinking of screaming to see if anyone would surface but looking around once again, all she sees is nothing but forest. Her shoulders dropped, and her face was clouded with worries and fears.' I wonder how he's doing,' she thought in her mind staring out of space, ' he'll be so worried; what's he doing currently? Is he searching for me? What if he thinks that I ran away? He would

"Argh".Clarisse sighed as she woke up with a banging headache. The room was too bright for her eyes to adjust quickly, and when it finally did, she sat up holding her head. She looked around and recognized she was still in the same room, the room she wanted to badly escape from.Her attention was caught by the television plastered to the wall, above the table. Her eyes were glued to the television, watching the news streaming; she sat up immediately and realized what the news was all about.~ The most elaborate wedding ever. Christian weds Marissa, His best friend ~Clarisse blinked her eyes continuously and stared deeply, hoping that she was dreaming, but she was not. In the news is her husband, Christian, wedding a gorgeous woman who is alleged to be his best friend, and he looks so happy; he has a broad smile on his face, and they look so beautiful together." No, no, this can't be happening. This is not true", she shook her head in disapproval. Her heart sank and she could feel h

Clarisse yelped in pain as she stood up; she staggered to and fro and fell back to her bed again, holding her head and burying it deep into the bed, letting out muffled screams as more memory flooded in, every memory she had lost.She had a quick memory again:" Tada!", she jumped into Antonio's front, startling and surprising him. He looked like he wasn't expecting to ever see her again." You? Again?"," What? Miss me already?".He scoffed, eyeing her from head to toe, " are you just heading back from school?" he asked, noticing she was in her school uniform." Not really, I run to drop my bag quickly at my mum's place of work then rush here"," Why exactly are you here?"," Huh?", she exclaimed reaching out to touch the bruised corner of his lips but he moved back," What are you doing?"," What happened to you here?"," None of your business," he said, walking away. " Hey!!" she yelled, causing him to stop. He glared at her, and seeing that she wouldn't stop yelling and he didn't

Drenched in sweat, Clarisse sat up on the bed sluggishly, panting and covering her mouth with her palm. The headache had stopped, but she couldn't stop the tears that freely flowed down her cheeks. She wept bitterly after regaining all the memories she had lost, dawning on her how Christian knew so much about her, from the familiarity to the dates, he had kept his promises except for her, it hurt to realize she couldn't recognize him but it hurts more when she remembered the most significant of her parent's death.She cried more, remembering how her father desperately tried to avoid the incoming truck, which was persistent in hitting them and succeeding. It hurts her so much remembering how she bitterly and weakly tried to find a stick to break the door and save her parents, but she was late. She saw her half-alive mother hovering over her father with tears in her eyes. She saw her look at her with tears in her eyes; she saw her mother whisper ' I love you ' right before the car explo