All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S LIES: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

One day, while Sabrina was working on a new design—a sleek, black leather bag with gold accents—her grandmother said something that would become the turning point of her journey."You finish your education, Sabrina," Wendy said gently. "You've gotten so far on your own, but to complete it's not the same. It makes you stronger, more prepared for the business world, which isn't always easy. Knowledge will be your arsenal. You will have what it takes to move ahead."Sabrina sat in silence for a time, pondering what her grandmother had told her. She had gone off to college many years before all this blew up with Benedict. For a long time, she'd shelved dreams as if they could be restarted, that perhaps she hadn't got time nor ability to return to those aspirations. As she glanced over the life she was slowly but steadily building, there wasn't really a good reason she couldn't go back to school and finish it off."I always wanted to finish my degree,mom" Sabrina confessed, her voice full

Benedict adjusted his cuff links for the third time in front of the mirror. The navy-colored suit he had picked fit to perfection, making his broad shoulders and sharp frame a perfect outline. Tonight felt different; tonight was different for him because this wasn't just another business engagement, not for him, at least. He looked at his nightstand clock. He was running close to departure time.As Benedict walked into La Rosa Vinea, he came across the restaurant softly lit. Some soft melody of a piano could be heard along with the delicate tones intertwined with the low-hued murmur of conversation in the restaurant. The hostess there welcomed him politely and took him to the table by the window through which the bright glittering cityscape was in full display in all the evening splendor.He hadn't said much about tonight to Clara, except sending her a brief message:"7:30 PM. La Rosa Vinea. A small thank you for your hard work."He kept it professional but there was no getting away f

She looked up at him, licking her lips, and smiled. His eyes were still closed in concentration, so she stood and grabbed his hand, pulling him to where their bed awaited. Finally, finally, they had arrived. No guests, no neighbours, no stairs.They undressed each other in a hurry, and she lay down, spread her knees, and pulled her legs back. He licked and lapped at her with more passion than he had on the stairs; and he had more room between her thighs now that she was lying back, able to open herself up more fully so that he could make sure no millimetre of her pussy was neglected. She grasped his hands with her own as they clasped her ass, squeezing him, and then pulling gently toward her chest.Benedict didn't need a more direct hint; he rose up and lined his cock up with her soaking entrance, then plunged in. She cried out, and he grunted; he slid into her and she raised her hips; he leaned forward to kiss one breast, and she squeezed and lifted it toward his eager mouth. His lip

She stood on the big stage, her heart beating in sync with the booming emcee voice throughout the hall. "And the winner of the Elite Fashion Design Competition of this year is… Sabrina Auburn!" The call echoed in the sophisticated auditorium, where it was then answered with an explosion of applause that almost rattled the chandeliers from the ceilings. Sabrina sat back for a split second, feeling the weight of the news. She stood up effortlessly, elegantly smiling, but her poise blazed much brighter than the chandeliers in the room. Her mother, Leila, grasped her grandmother Wendy's arm. Her tears streamed down her cheeks."She did it, Mom," Leila whispered with emotion. "She really did it." "I never doubted her," Wendy replied, her voice steady but her eyes brimming with pride. Sabrina walked towards the stage, her heart pounding with disbelief and triumph. Wearing one of her designs: a perfect harmony of power and femininity—a midnight-blue pantsuit with intricate embroidery, she mo

We want them to see not only the products but the journey," Sabrina said during the brainstorming session. "Our designs reflect resilience, empowerment, and the beauty of individuality. Let's make that shine."Her words revitalized the team, and they spent their creativity on this project. When the day of the meeting finally approached, Sabrina was ready and confident to present her brand to the global world.Maison d'Étoiles headquarters was elegance itself, with its grand marble entrance, towering glass walls, and artful displays of their iconic designs. Sabrina walked in, dressed in a tailored white suit that exuded sophistication, her signature bag slung gracefully over her shoulder.The creative director, Margaux Laurent, a charismatic woman, greeted her warmly. "Ms. Auburn, it's so great to finally meet you. Your work has taken the world of fashion by storm."The pleasure's mine, Sabrina replied, smiling with an expression that seemed altogether sincere. "Maison d'Étoiles has al