All Chapters of I Hate you Mr. BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Evelyn"Chelsea?" Ken asks.Connor's ex.The stunning woman I met at that other party. Before meeting her, I had this weird feeling that I might be jealous if we ever crossed paths. When we did, all I could think about was how I couldn't give her a real piece of my mind because I didn't mean much to Connor then.We were faking our engagement.Then he said he was falling in love with me, and now, I feel untouchable."She's quieted down," he responds. "I doubt she'll be making any more trouble for us." He looks at me when he says us, and my heart flutters.Us.We're a real thing, and after tomorrow night, he might be my real fiancé."I can't wait," I whisper excitedly."How many reporters have you invited?" Connor asks."Three," Ken responds. "Two are more likely to cover and write articles in our favor, while the third is neutral.Connor gives him a thumbs up. "You've done well. You've earned a week off next month. Don't forget to send us an invite beforehand. Even if it's a small wedd

Connor"Have you seen Evelyn?" I ask Ken when I find him outside in the hall.The after-party is in full swing. The event was a success, and I'd promised to tell her something once I could get away from all the people.He shakes his head. "Nope. I'm looking for Mira, too. Her art gallery thing was supposed to have ended hours ago. If I find Evelyn, I'll let you know. Or I'll send her your way."I give him a thumbs up. "Thanks."Ken goes one way while I go the other. When I don't find her, I redirect my attention to the flower path to the right.I try calling her phone again and it makes the sound indicating that she's on another call.Who could she be talking to?Mira, maybe?Either way, I need to see her. I've waited weeks, and I can't wait for the main event to end so I could get some time alone with her.My hand goes into my pocket to make sure it's still there and I smile, patting it. The small box has everything I need, but all that's missing is the person in question.My heart i

Evelyn"Miss Lockhart!"I'm accosted by a reporter as soon as I walk back into the hall, and I brace myself preparing for the barrage of questions he's about to ask.After all, this is the event everyone has been waiting for, although they didn't know that.The reporter grins as he gets closer and then stretches out his hand, which I accept."Good evening. I'm Gerald. With the Evening Times. I met your fiancé earlier, and we had quite the conversation."Oh?I cock my head, suddenly interested in the interview.Connor and I haven't seen each other all night. If you don't count the one time we bumped into each other and he was whisked away seconds later. But not before he kissed me on the cheek and said he had something to tell me later.The only reason I haven't had the chance to steal my fiancé away and kiss him in the cover of the hallway's darkness is because I've been making sure everything is going smoothly and he's been playing the perfect host.We just might be Yin and Yang if I

EvelynI don't know how she knows I'm here—my guess is that I must have drunk-dialed her—but I follow her to a corner table.Mira pulls out the chair for me to sit, and I do so. She pulls out the other one and does the same."So, do you want to talk, or do you need me to watch over you while you drink, take you home, and then talk about it in the morning."All I want to do is forget.I don't want to see Connor tomorrow and I have to ask if he meant that we're never going to be an item, if he was deceiving me all this time, if he couldn't see that I was in love with him before he broke my heart with one text message.Digging into my bag and opening the message, I thrust my phone at Mira. She looks at me with concern before taking it and seconds after, her eyes widen as her lips part slightly."What," her eyes meet mine, "is this?""I thought he was going to propose tonight," my voice breaks from the start. "One stupid reporter said that Connor," I sniff, "talked about a wedding and I a

Connor It feels like the elevator cannot go any faster as I stare at the doors, my heart pounding and my palms sweaty. If anyone told me that making amends with the love of my life would be the scariest thing I ever did, I wouldn't have believed them. But it is. Ken pats me on the back. "You've got this. Just go with your gut and don't try to make excuses. Be a hundred percent honest." "Okay," I nod. "Okay." The doors open, and I step out, heading for Evelyn's door. Ken tells me that he'll stay by the elevator to give us some privacy. As I get closer, I remember all the times I stood in front of her door, teasing her or asking her if I could come in. I recall the first time she let me in and how intimate it felt to finally be in her space. I can't believe I am going to lose all of that. But, come to think of it, I haven't seen her car in the parking lot since the evening of the gala. I was too out of it to pay attention the next morning, but I noticed her spot was empty yeste