All Chapters of A Billionaire For Christmas: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Samantha’s POVThe backyard was beautifully decorated for Rachel and Paul's small wedding. Fairy lights shone between the big trees, and a path of white flower petals led to a pretty arch with fresh flowers. It was a simple and perfect setting, just like Rachel wanted. The chairs were arranged in a half-circle, facing the arch. Only close family and friends were there, smiling and chatting quietly. The air smelled sweet with roses and lavender, and the gentle breeze made the moment feel special.I stood near Rachel, clutching her bouquet of soft pink peonies, as we waited for the ceremony to begin. She looked stunning in her flowing white dress, the lace details catching the light of the late afternoon sun. Her hair was styled in loose waves, with a delicate flower crown resting on her head.“You ready?” I asked, my voice soft.Rachel smiled at me, her eyes shining with emotion. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life,” she replied.Dad appeared then, his face glowing

Julian’s POV:After a while of telling Samantha more stories to help distract her mind, she fell asleep. Watching her breathing softly beside me, I could still feel the weight of her thoughts lingering in the room.The truth was, I couldn’t sleep either. Seeing that call from her ex on her phone had me uneasy. It wasn’t just the call—it was the look in her eyes, the way she seemed to drift somewhere far away. I couldn’t ignore the feeling that she hadn’t fully let go of him, that part of her was still tethered to her past.Quietly, I slipped out of the bed, making sure not to wake her. I needed space to clear my head, and maybe a drink would help calm the turmoil swirling inside me.As I made my way downstairs, the house was silent, still recovering from the chaos and joy of Rachel’s wedding earlier that day. The faint hum of the refrigerator was the only sound as I approached the bar.To my surprise, Samantha’s dad was already there, a glass in his hand. He turned when he heard my so

Samantha’s POV:In the evening, while we were having family Christmas dinner at the dining table, my phone pinged. I glanced at the screen and saw a text from my art studio landlord. My heart sank as I read the message: "If you don't pay up by the end of the week, I’ll have to start the eviction process. This is your final warning."I felt the weight of the words pressing down on me. Just when I thought everything was falling into place, this happened. I was so close to showcasing my art for the holiday season, and now I might lose the chance.Julian noticed the look on my face and turned to me. “What’s wrong? You look pale.”I quickly put my phone down, trying to hide my anxiety. “It’s nothing. Everything’s fine,” I lied, forcing a smile.Julian raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced. “Are you sure? You looked kind of pale just now. Did something happen?”I shook my head quickly, trying to brush it off. “No, really. It’s just... I guess I’m just a little tired. That’s all.”He s

Samantha’s POV:The next morning, we prepared our bags to travel back home. I had a lot of work to do to set up my art at Julian’s department store before New Year’s Eve.Once we were packed and ready, Julian helped carry my bags downstairs. As we reached the living room, my mother was already there, holding a small package in her hands.“Aww… sweetheart, I wish you’d stay till the New Year,” she said, her face showing her disappointment as she looked at me.I walked up to her and hugged her tightly, resting my head on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Mum, but I need to take care of something really important before the New Year. I promise I’ll visit again soon.”She sighed, pulling back slightly but keeping her hands on my shoulders. “I know, dear. You’ve got your dreams to chase. But don’t forget, this will always be your home.”“I won’t forget, Mum,” I said with a smile, trying to reassure her.She handed me the package she was holding. “Here, this is for you. Open it when you get back ho

Samantha’s POV:When I saw Fredrick’s text, I froze again. What the hell does he want, and why does he want to see me after all this time?I placed my phone down, trying to steady my breathing. “Ignore it,” I muttered to myself. “Just act like it never happened.” I turned away, determined to focus on anything else.But when I went to my room and began unwrapping my luggage, my mind betrayed me. The words of the text echoed in my head, pulling me back to memories I’d worked so hard to leave behind. Why now? What could he possibly want after all this time?No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t shake the unease settling in my chest. Ignoring it seemed like the right thing to do, but deep down, I knew it wasn’t that simple.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the half-unpacked suitcase, my hands resting on my lap. The weight of Fredrick’s message lingered, pressing down on me. My mind raced with questions. Why now? What did he want to discuss? And most importantly, could I even ha