All Chapters of Mr. Billionaire Is Addicted To Me : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I held back my trembling at his humiliation, as my sister's weakened figure was also imprinted firmly in my mind. "Mr. Linton, you misunderstood me. I'm here to buy medicine and not for anything else." Desmond raised an eyebrow, and clenched his jaw, his eyes glinting with a pain that looked familiar. "Is it? But I don't see you having anything worth exchanging." He spatted after sipping his wine, then turned, walking back toward the bustling casino. My heart thudded in my chest as I watched him go. The image of my sister, frail and helpless, flashed in my mind. I couldn’t let my pride get in the way—not when her life was hanging by a thread. Swallowing my anger, I hurried after him, my boots magnifying my speed. "Mr Linton, please," I said, my voice trembling as I caught up to him. "Just listen to me." He stopped abruptly, turning to face me with a look that was both amused and predatory. He leaned in slightly, as if savoring my desperation. "My sister is dying," I pleaded,

"Mr. Linton, I'll take the job." The words burned as they left my mouth, every syllable dripping with a mixture of rage, despair, and shame. My blood boiled beneath my skin, my emotions ricocheting between fury and hopelessness. How had I let it come to this? The life of my sister—her fragile existence—was now tied to my dignity, or rather, the loss of it. Desmond’s smirk widened, as though he’d won some twisted game. “Good girl,” he said, the mockery in his tone slicing through me. “You can start tonight. Meet me at the address on my card, and we’ll discuss the business proceedings when you come.” He drained the remaining wine in his glass, every movement laced with satisfaction. I hated how calm he looked, as if all of this was just another night for him. Charles twisted his lips, his brows knitting together in confusion. “When are you willing to help her with the medicine?” he asked, his voice tinged with suspicion. Desmond, ever the puppet master, replied smoothly, “Relax C

“I have something to tell you,” I said, my voice steady as I met his eyes. A sly smile curved my lips—one I hoped concealed the chaos beneath my composure. Desmond’s jaw tightened. “Something about your new job?,” he shot back, his tone dismissive. His arrogance was like a punch to my gut, but I held my ground. “What I have to say is very important,” I replied firmly, refusing to waver. “It could change everything—everything you think you know about me.” Desmond scoffed, his lips curling into a mocking smile. “Can we just do what we’re here for, Caitlyn? Or have you forgotten your sister’s life hangs in the balance?” The mention of my sister stung, but I refused to let it show. “Erica Brown,” I said sharply, leaning forward just enough to catch his attention. “Does that name sound familiar to you?” I saw it—the slight twitch in his expression, the faint crack in his confidence. For the first time, Desmond was caught off guard, and it thrilled me. “How do you know about

The phone buzzed persistently in my hand, Charles’ name glaring back at me from the screen. My chest tightened as I hesitated, unsure of what to say. A part of me wanted to let it ring out, to avoid the inevitable questions, but I knew that would only make things worse. I swiped to answer and brought the phone to my ear, bracing myself. “Caitlyn, where are you? Why is it Desmond’s driver delivering the medicine?” Charles’ voice was sharp and panicked, the words spilling out before I could even say hello. I froze, my mind racing for an explanation, but the words wouldn’t come. “Caitlyn?” Charles’ voice softened, laced with worry. “Are you okay? Where are you?” “I’m fine, Charles,” I said quickly, forcing calm into my tone despite the chaos swirling in my head. “I’m just... caught up with my new job at Desmond’s place. That’s why Brian was asked to handle the delivery.” “New job?” His tone sharpened again, disbelief dripping from his words. “Caitlyn, it’s past seven. Who stays

My cab pulled up at the hospital, and I practically threw the door open before it even came to a full stop. My heart was racing as I rushed through the dimly lit halls. I didn’t care about the stares from nurses or patients. All I wanted was to see my sister, Claire. When I reached her ward, my breath caught in my throat. There she was, lying on the hospital bed, her tiny frame looking even more fragile. Her pale face lit up when her eyes met mine, and I felt a pang of guilt that could split my chest. “Caitlyn! Where were you? I missed you,” Claire’s soft, innocent voice broke through the room, and my tears betrayed me. “Caitlyn!” my mum exclaimed, pulling me into a warm hug before I could even respond. “Thank you for providing the medicine for your sister. I love you, Caitlyn. I love you so much.” I forced a smile, my throat burning as I swallowed the lump of guilt that threatened to choke me. If only they knew what I’d done to get that medicine, they wouldn’t be thanking me.