All Chapters of A Billionaire For Christmas: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Samantha’s POV:I arrived at the meeting spot where I was supposed to meet Fredrick and sat at a table close to the window.I enjoyed the view of the city from the restaurant, the bustling streets below and the skyline stretching out before me.This place had been Fredrick’s and my favorite spot when we were dating. I would call him, and we’d meet here, order our usual his favorite pasta and my go-to salad and just talk for hours.It was a place full of memories, some happy, some painful, but all too familiar.As I sat there, waiting for him to arrive, my mind raced. I wasn’t sure what to expect from this meeting, but deep down, I knew it was time to have this conversation. I had to confront the past to move forward.The soft hum of conversations around me only made the silence in my mind louder. Would seeing Fredrick again make things harder? Would it pull me back into a past I was trying so hard to escape?I glanced down at my phone, hoping for a message or a call, but there was no

Julian’s POV:I smiled softly, letting her words settle between us. “You don’t have to thank me, Samantha. I mean it. I’m here for you no strings attached.”She looked down at her hand still in mine, her thumb brushing lightly against my fingers, almost absentmindedly. “It’s been a while since I felt like someone’s just… there for me, without any agenda.”I leaned back slightly, though I didn’t let go of her hand. “Well, get used to it. Because I’m not going anywhere,” I said with a lighthearted grin, hoping to ease the tension.She chuckled softly, a sound I hadn’t realized I’d missed so much. It wasn’t forced or hesitant it was genuine. I could see a bit of her walls start to come down, brick by brick. She was finally letting me in.“Julian,” she said after a moment, her tone more serious, “you’re really something else, you know that?”I raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. “Something else? Is that a compliment or an insult?”She laughed, shaking her head. “A compliment. Definitel

Julian’s POV:When I returned to the office, the air was thick with tension. Fred had already gathered the necessary people legal advisors, PR strategists, and a few trusted members of my team waiting for me in the conference room. Their faces were grim, the weight of the situation clearly visible.“Alright,” I said as I entered, my voice firm but calm. “Let’s get started.”Fred stood near the whiteboard, papers in hand, ready to brief me. “Julian, it’s all over the news,” he began. “Landon Pierce’s accusations are spreading like wildfire. He claims your entire charity work is nothing more than a façade a scam.”I lowered myself into a chair, lacing my fingers together. I felt the flicker of frustration in my chest, but I buried it quickly. Losing my cool wouldn’t help anyone.“What’s the public reaction?” I asked, my eyes scanning the table.One of the PR managers spoke up. “It’s divided. Most people who’ve directly benefited from your charity work are standing up for you, sharing t

Samantha’s POV:The day had finally arrived my day. The day I had dreamed of for so long. My showcase.I woke up early, nerves buzzing through me like electricity. The room was still dark, but there was no chance I could go back to sleep. I sat up in bed, staring at the faint glow of the city peeking through the curtains. My heart raced, and a mix of excitement and anxiety flooded my mind. Today’s the day.I stretched, took a deep breath, and whispered to myself, “You can do this, Samantha. This is your moment.”After a quick shower, I sat down on my bed, towel wrapped around me, and checked my phone. I smiled as messages poured in from the people I loved most.First was a text from my parents:Good luck, sweetheart. We’re so proud of you. Dad and I wish we could be there, but we know you’ll shine today. We love you.-MomGo get ‘em, Sammy. Your art deserves this moment. -DadMy smile grew wider. They had always been my biggest cheerleaders, even when I doubted myself.Then ther

Julian’s POV:I sat there, frozen in my own thoughts, unsure of what to do. The night that was supposed to end with celebration and joy had turned into a cold, lonely one. It was almost New Year’s, and I was alone.What I feared most had happened. Fred had told me, time and time again, to tell Samantha the truth about my status. But I always brushed it off, convincing myself it wasn’t important, that it wouldn’t matter.Now, seeing the hurt and disappointment in Samantha’s eyes, I realized how wrong I had been.I sat there for what felt like an eternity, watching as the world around me celebrated the end of the year. Laughter and cheers echoed faintly in the distance, but they only made the silence around me feel heavier.Eventually, I got up, brushing the snow off my coat, and made my way to my car. Sliding into the driver’s seat, I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white.“Julian, you’re such an idiot!” I muttered to myself, the words escaping like venom. My