All Chapters of Billionaire Falls for Prostitute: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Mirabella's pov"Did it truly happen? Is this what I've signed up for?" The questions clawed at my mind as I lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. My body ached in places I never thought possible, a sharp reminder of the pain I'd gone through last night.I buried my head in my knees, hugging them tightly, trying to muffle the devastation that roared inside me. The images of last night played on repeat, haunting me. I had cried until sleep finally took me, and now, the tears threatened to start again."How had this happened?" I wondered. It was Jay—the same Jay who has made my body sing at the club, whose touch had been a perfect blend of heat and need. But last night… last night felt like a mockery of that memory. He was not the same. It was as if a demon took over him.But despite everything, a small flicker of hope crept in. Maybe something was wrong with him. "Maybe a business crisis had triggered that brutal side of him. After all, he had been acting distant and stern ev

Mirabella's povThe cab rolled to a stop in front of what used to be my home. I told the driver to hang on for a minute and stepped out, heading toward the door. I wanted a quick visit with my grandfather, hoping my father would not be around.I was not ready to tell Lucy how shitty my family was for now. When the door finally opened after my knock, I was stunned. Standing there was someone I did not recognise—someone about my age, looking at me like I was the one who did not belong."Who...who are you?" My brows were arched in confusion.She chuckled. "I should be the one asking you that. Are you sure you haven't missed your way?""Missed my way? You must be kidding." I muttered."Esther, who is that?" I heard a voice call out from deeper inside the house.The shock hit me even harder. Not just one, but two unfamiliar females were now in the same house I used to share with my father and grandfather."What's going on?" My confusion made me look around to check if indeed I was in the

Mirabella's povTwo nights under Jayden's roof had been nothing but pure torment—each one a fresh wave of heartbreak and dread.I lay curled up at the edge of my bed, trembling as I sobbed into the pillow. "Two nights of hell," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Is this how I'll keep living, stuck under the same roof as him?"The weight of everything pressed down on my chest, suffocating me. It was hard to breathe, hard to think, and impossible to imagine finding peace in a place that reeked of cruelty and deceit. After just two nights, there was no sign of anything close to happiness.Even though it had been nearly an hour since he hit me for trying to escape, I could still feel his hands gripping my shoulders, holding me down. His dark, possessive eyes flashed in my mind, along with the smirk he wore as he kicked and beat me, dragging me from my room to the living room, forcing me down the stairs.I had screamed inside, but my voice had never made it past my lips.But there wa

Jayden's povI pulled up to the front of Zayn's house and killed the engine, letting the silence settle around me.I wasn’t just here to make a statement—I was here to remind Zayn of the consequences of playing with fire.After I had stepped out, I strode to the door and knocked.A few seconds passed before it creaked open, revealing a woman in pyjamas. Her hair was tousled, one strand falling across her face, and her eyes were wide, caught between confusion and surprise.A faint smirk tugged at my lips as I let my gaze roam over her because what I was told was true."Can I help you? Who are you?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and wariness.I leaned against the doorframe, a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth. "I should be the one asking you the question. Who are you?" I teased her, even though I already knew who she was.She frowned, folding her arms across her chest. "I’m his girlfriend. Now, who are you?"I chuckled. "Girlfriend? Hmm. Interesting. You must be the r

Mirabella's povAll my life, ever since my mother passed, I had felt like a caged bird, wings clipped, freedom snatched, my existence controlled by whoever held the key. First, it was my father, then Helen, and now Jayden. But Jayden’s grip was different; he didn’t just hold the key—he tightened the bars of the cage, leaving me with no escape, not even the faint hope that had once fluttered within me. He had eyes everywhere, as if he knew my every move before I even made it. I could still feel the sting from my last failed attempt to escape from him. The bruises on my arms hadn’t fully faded, a reminder of his wrath and the “lesson” I had paid for in days spent nursing the pain. If not for Eunice, the only one who showed me kindness in this prison, who had tended to me, something worse would have happened to me because he denied me hospital treatment for my wound.“I own you. I am your god, and you have no choice but to embrace my hell,” he had sneered that day, eyes gleaming with s