All Chapters of The Naughty Billionaire - Your girlfriends Are In His Bed!: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Author's POVGreg sat up in the hospital bed, wincing as the nurse gently cleaned his face. His face was a canvas of bruises, and his ribs ached with every breath. He stared at the white ceiling, his jaw clenched in frustration. The sting of his injuries was nothing compared to the sting of humiliation. He was Gregory Harding, for God’s sake—wealthy, privileged, untouchable. Maybe not as powerful as Liam but still, things like this didn’t happen to him. His life had always been one of smooth roads and easy living. But now, here he was, his body a collection of throbbing aches, all because of Liam.He replayed the scene in his head, over and over, the force of Liam’s punch, the weight of his body hitting the sofa, the searing pain that followed. It wasn’t just the physical pain that enraged him, though. It was the fact that because of someone like Amelia—someone beneath him, Liam had dared to lay a hand on him.Greg’s fingers twitched by his side, his mind clouded with thoughts of reve

"Amelia!"I looked up and saw Mr Patrick approaching, his hands shoved casually in his pockets and a soft smile on his face. He looked as relaxed and warm as always, his presence somehow provided comfort."Hey Mr Patrick," I greeted, trying to keep my voice steady and to force a small smile onto my lips. "What are you doing here?""I was in the area and thought I’d grab a coffee," he said, gesturing to the café down the street. His gaze softened as he looked me over, searching my face. "Just getting off work?"I nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Yeah." I shifted my weight, trying to keep my tone light.He nodded slowly, watching me with a gentle curiosity. "How’s everything going there?"I felt myself stiffen, my mind racing. I couldn’t tell him the truth—couldn’t explain that Liam is one unpredictable and very egoistic guy and I don't enjoy working with him one bit. The relentless pressure, the condescending attitude and all. I have bothered him with enough of my probl

.I quickly glanced up, checking if anyone had noticed. Amelia was watching me, her brow slightly furrowed, as if she had seen the message. Her eyes narrowed, and I could tell she was suspicious, but I kept my expression neutral. No need to make a scene.“Dude excuse me for a moment,” I said casually, pushing back my chair. "And you, no more dancing."I gave a brief nod to Felix, not lingering long enough to let anyone ask questions.As I made my way toward the restroom, I could feel Amelia’s gaze following me, but I ignored it, keeping my focus ahead. A mix of excitement and caution hummed within me, like tasting the forbidden fruit. I know fully well that this is a risky move but not being able to resist the thrill of it. I slipped into the ladies restroom, where Hela was waiting, a mischievous smile on her face. I locked the door behind me just to make sure that no one would interrupt."I hope you didn't send it to him by mistake this time." I said, gazing at her lustfully.She let

SANDRA'S POVI stormed into the living room, already annoyed. Benjamin had taken over the TV again, sprawled out on the couch like he owned the place, remote in hand and completely oblivious to my existence. That boy is a very lazy buffoon, all he does is sit all day and eat like a pig, instead of going out to work like a man.“Move over,” I snapped, shoving his leg with my foot. “I’m watching real housewives tonight. It’s the season finale.”Ben scoffed, clutching the remote tighter. “No way! NBA Highlights is on. I got dibs on it first.”I rolled my eyes, lunging forward to grab the remote from his hand. “You’ve been watching baseball all day, Benjamin. I don’t care about some overpaid dudes passing a ball. Move!”He resisted, and before I knew it, we were in a full-on tug-of-war, the remote slipping and sliding between our fingers as we yanked it back and forth, both of us refusing to give in. “Give it to me, Ben!” I shouted.“No way! Go somewhere else!” he shot back, eyes narrowed

AMELIA’S POVLiam's sister is a very organized lady. She has this aura of confidence that even Liam does not dare mess with. It's a relief to know that she's different from her brother. I think I like her person.After Liam had brushed off his sister’s visit with that trademark arrogance of his, I had gone back to my usual duties, preparing everything we’d need for the meeting. My mind kept drifting back to his sister, though. There was something about her that I liked, a firmness, a calm strength. She didn’t seem afraid of Liam’s cold attitude, almost as if she could see right through him. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought. But my quiet satisfaction didn’t last long.As we stepped out of the house, a slight breeze ruffled my hair, and I inhaled the fresh air, grateful for a moment of calm. However that calm was short-lived.A distant rumble of footsteps and chatter caught my attention, and I turned, only to see a small group of girls approaching from down the street. At first,