All Chapters of The Billionaires Rival Heir: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The next morning, Mia stirred from a restless sleep, feeling marginally better but still groggy from the cold that had crept into her bones the previous night. The sunlight streamed through the gaps in her curtains, intensifying the pounding ache in her head. Groaning, she rolled over and pulled the blanket over her head, but it was no use. The events of the previous night replayed vividly in her mind—Liam’s betrayal, Maya’s mocking smirk, and the sheer humiliation she felt as she stormed out of the event.Eventually, she dragged herself out of bed, her body heavy with exhaustion and heartbreak. Sticking to her usual routine, Mia shuffled into the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and stepped into a warm shower. The heat offered some relief, soothing her tense muscles, but it did nothing to wash away the ache in her chest.After throwing on a pair of sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, she made her way to the kitchen, where Grace was already seated, sipping her coffee and scrolling through

The boardroom was abuzz with the hum of tense negotiations as Ahmed sat at the head of the long table, his dark eyes scanning the faces of the executives before him. His posture was commanding, and the suit he wore fit perfectly, as always. He was in control. A seasoned businessman, no longer the young man he used to be, but with the same hunger and ambition that had gotten him this far.Today, he was finalizing a merger with one of the most prominent companies in the industry. It was a deal that would secure his dominance for years to come, but as he listened to the presentation in front of him, his mind wandered.His thoughts drifted back to a time long ago, before the suit, before the deals, before he became the man he was now. Back to a time when the world felt smaller, when he was just a young man trying to prove himself.Flashback:Ahmed was barely twenty-one when he first understood the power of money. His family’s wealth had always been a background hum in his life—his father’

Once again as usual, evening moonlight seeped through the thin curtains of Mia’s small apartment as she unpacked the last of her bag from her visit to Anna. The short time with her sister had been a much-needed reprieve, but it also left her feeling uneasy. Anna’s probing questions about her work, her growing involvement with Shaw, and her parents’ deaths only made Mia’s internal turmoil worse.By the time she closed her suitcase and stuffed it under her bed, she felt no more clarity than she had when she’d left. Sighing, Mia glanced at the clock. It was late, and she would need to wake up early for work. Shaw would surely want updates on the project, and with everything happening lately, she needed to be sharp.The next morning, Mia’s alarm blared, jolting her out of a restless sleep. She rubbed her eyes and pulled herself out of bed, dragging her feet to the bathroom. As the warm shower water ran over her skin, she tried to prepare herself for the day ahead.Her reflection in the mi

Mia took a deep breath as she found a place to park her car right in front of the company. She had been gripping the stirring wheel the whole time. Her knuckles had turned white. She quickly wrung them together and looked at her face through the rear view mirror. If she was going to find out the truth and deal with Shaw just the way she wanted, she had to behave normal. Just that she didn’t know how to do that anymore. She was expecting her baby. She knew that it wouldn’t be long before she started showing. How long was she going to hide? How long was she going to keep the fact that Shaw might actually be the father of the baby?“Grace would have known what to do,” she whispered to herself. She smoothened her hands over her dress before walking right into the office. She had a fake smile plastered on her face as she knocked on the door to Shaw’s office. The office was half open, so she saw how his pupils darkened across the room, his eyes running though her body. She felt her toes cu

Mia’s heart was in her mouth as Liam’s smirk increased. She watched as he took a huge gulp of his drink and duped the glass cup on one of the tables close by.“We can leave if you don’t want to meet him,” Shaw said, looking down at her with an expression that she couldn’t quite place. She tipped her chin. The last thing she needed was the help of a murder accomplice. “I can obviously handle things myself,” she said in a tense voice before adding “Sir” as if that would soften the effects of her words. Shaw on his own part couldn’t help but wonder what was up with the new attitude that she was giving to him. There was nothing more that he wanted to do for her than to help. And he just needed to hear one thing from her. The one thing that she wasn’t willing to spill just yet. He took a step away from her, glad that the media had already captured everything that he wanted them to. He didn’t miss the way Mia flinched. “What does she want then?” he found himself asking. His hands were ba