All Chapters of Letting The Billionaire Owns Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

"What do you mean?" Chloe’s voice held a tone of cautious curiosity as she hovered near Dylan's office door. Her brow furrowed, and her hands clutched the things she carried. As his secretary, she was used to getting straight answers from him—especially when something felt off. Today, everything felt off.Dylan didn’t look up from the paperwork spread across his desk. He hated how much he needed to control himself right now. The office was quiet except for the ticking of a wall clock that seemed to count down his seconds to respond."It's nothing," Dylan finally said, his voice clipped, dismissive. He didn’t mean for it to sound so sharp, but he had to shut down the conversation quickly. He knew that Chloe was perceptive, and if he wasn’t careful, she’d start asking more questions—questions he had no intention of answering.Chloe wasn’t satisfied, but she knew when to back off. Working for Dylan had taught her that. There were times when his silence spoke louder than his words. This w

Jared stormed out of Dylan’s office, slamming the heavy oak door behind him. His mind was reeling with disbelief, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. “Dylan has really gone mad!” he muttered under his breath as he briskly walked down the corridor, his footsteps echoing on the marble floor.This wasn’t like Dylan. Jared had worked with him for nearly a decade, pouring his heart and soul into the F. Newspapers and Magazines Company. He knew the man well—or at least, he thought he did. Dylan had always been sharp, a strategic thinker, and a leader who could handle the intense pressures of the media world with grace. But lately, something had shifted. The decisions he was making were erratic, nonsensical even. He’d become unpredictable, lashing out at staff, making absurd demands, and issuing orders that seemed to contradict every business strategy they had carefully crafted over the years.Jared paused by the large glass window that overlooked the bustling city below. The late

15“Well… I’m not sure though…” Chloe replied, her voice trailing off as she stared at the floor. The light of the room flickered softly, casting shadows on the walls. Samantha leaned back on the couch, eyes fixed on Chloe, waiting for more.Chloe’s mind began to wander, back to the painful realization she had come to accept—that Dylan would never be hers. Not now, not ever. A dull ache settled in her chest as she thought of him. It felt unreal, like something out of a bad dream she couldn’t shake off. Dylan was about to marry her, Kaye, the woman he had chosen. The woman who now clung to life, fighting a battle Chloe couldn’t even imagine.“I mean… you’re precisely correct that I shared my admiration towards Dylan, but…” she paused, her words hanging heavy in the air. She could feel Samantha’s eyes on her, sharp and inquisitive.“But you know I’ve already accepted that he couldn’t be mine,” Chloe continued, her voice steady now, though the pain underneath it was unmistakable.Samanth