All Chapters of A Billionaire For Christmas: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Julian’s POV:I couldn’t sleep that night. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Samantha, hurt and angry, and the words I’d said to her. My phone sat in my hand, but no new messages came through. No text. No call. I kept staring at the screen, hoping for something, anything, from her. But it was like I was waiting for a ghost.The knock on my door made me jump, and I stood up from the couch, my legs heavy. When I opened the door, Fred was standing there, looking at me with wide eyes.“What the hell happened to you?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. “You look like you haven’t slept in days. You’ve got bags under your eyes the size of suitcases!”I didn’t answer. I just moved aside, letting him in. I closed the door behind him and didn’t say a word. I walked back to the couch, picked up my phone again, and stared at the screen, though I already knew nothing was going to change.Fred sat down across from me, watching me for a moment before speaking again. “I called you

Julian’s POV:Samantha gently guided me to a chair, her hands steady but full of care. I eased myself down, feeling the ache in my body but also a strange sense of relief.As I sat, I couldn’t help but glance at her. The worry in her eyes was still there, but it was softened now, replaced by something warmer. She sat across from me, her gaze fixed on me as if to make sure I wasn’t going to disappear.Despite everything that had happened the accident, the tension, the arguments I felt a quiet sense of happiness. We’d faced something difficult and come through it together. Even in the mess of it all, Samantha had stayed, and we were here, finally able to talk.I took a deep breath, the tension in my chest beginning to ease. “Thank you, Samantha,” I said softly.“For what?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.“For not giving up on me,” I replied. “For being here even when I didn’t deserve it.”She gave me a small smile, her hand reaching out to lightly touch my uninjured one. “We’re

Julian’s POVThe moment Vanessa walked up to us, I could feel the tension rising in my chest. It had been years since we’d seen each other, but I couldn’t help but remember how things ended between us. Despite everything, I had moved on, and now Samantha was the one who mattered to me. But Vanessa... she had a way of slipping into old habits, of making everything about herself.As we walked toward the table, I could feel the unease between us, the way Samantha’s gaze flicked to Vanessa, and how she tried to keep it together, even though I knew she must’ve been wondering just how much history we shared. I was determined not to let it ruin the night. This was supposed to be about us, about moving forward. But Vanessa wouldn’t make it easy.We sat down, and the moment we did, Vanessa took her seat at the nearby table, not far enough to be out of earshot. I caught her watching us, her gaze sharp, calculating, like she was waiting for a chance to inject herself into the conversation.I

Julian’s POV:I woke up the next morning to the soft sunlight streaming through the window. I turned my head, and there she was Samantha, still fast asleep on my bed.Her peaceful expression made me smile. I didn’t want to wake her, so I tiptoed out of bed, careful not to disturb her.I headed to the kitchen with a quiet purpose. Today, I was going to do something special for her.I decided to make breakfast in bed. I thought it would be the perfect way to start our day after everything that happened yesterday. I gathered the ingredients eggs, toast, some fresh fruit, and a hot cup of coffee. I made sure everything was just right.Once I was finished, I carefully carried the tray to the bedroom. Samantha was still sleeping soundly. I set the tray down gently beside her and sat back to watch her slowly wake up.Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled when she saw the breakfast.“Good morning,” I said softly.She stretched and yawned, looking up at me with a sleepy smile. “You didn’t

Julian’s POV:When Samantha texted me about Vanessa, a surge of frustration hit me. What was Vanessa playing at? First, she tries to stir up trouble at dinner, called me that she wanted us to see and talk and now she’s harassing Samantha at work?I leaned back in my office chair, staring at the screen. I needed to put a stop to this before Vanessa took things too far.Fred knocked on the door, poking his head in. “You ready for the meeting boss?”I didn’t respond as I was thinking about what Samantha just told me.“You okay, boss? You look like you’re about to punch something.” he asked as he entered my office and closed the door.I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “It’s Vanessa. She went to Samantha’s work today.”Fred’s face twisted in disgust. “What is wrong with that woman? She’s like a bad penny that keeps showing up.”“She’s testing boundaries,” I muttered. “Trying to see how far she can go. But I’m not letting her mess with Samantha. Not again.”Fred crossed his arms, l