All Chapters of Mr Billionaire Dangerous Love: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sophia's POVThat idiot is with Clara.He lied to me. He said they weren’t dating. He told me he’d stopped talking to her, yet here they are, together at a club, holding hands.What am I supposed to think? Am I supposed to believe they just ran into each other by coincidence?Maybe I’m the fool here.Clara, Liam, and I don’t usually go to the same clubs, and Cart’s Club is one of those random spots we rarely visit. We’ve only been there once. Normally, we stick to our regular spot downtown, so it didn’t even occur to me that I might run into them there.Tonight, I was only trying to cheer Dante up, to distract him from his mother’s illness. I thought he’d appreciate the effort. I even hoped he’d play along and act sweet when I called out their names. But no, he didn’t. He just stood there. Yet I’m always the one making this charade look real.What an asshole. We shouldn’t have gone to the party in the first place.As soon as we step out of the car and he enters the mansion gate, it sta

Sophia's POVEvery time I see or think about him, the urge to do something drastic overwhelms me—a sharp desire to hurt him for betraying me.As much as I’ve tried to move past the idea of revenge, there’s a lingering temptation to go back on my word and finally act. Maybe then, I’d feel some semblance of peace.But I hate feeling like this. The sinking sensation is back, likely because I ran into him again today. This time, it wasn’t Clara on his arm, but someone else.The spark is gone, extinguished. All I feel now is pure hatred. If only I could turn back time and erase every moment that tied us together.I regret everything—my curiosity about him, the way I let myself fall in love so deeply, and especially the day I agreed to be his girlfriend.With a sigh, I drop my bag, kick off my shoes, and sink onto the bed, my limbs heavy with exhaustion.Earlier, I told the maids to move my bed back into my room. Even though the space feels cold and empty, I needed solitude. The forecast say

Sophia's POV"Impressive" doesn't quite cover Dante's behavior tonight. For the first time since our paths crossed, he actually sent me a message—ending it with a heart emoji, no less.Then, he made sure one of the guards drove me here, which was oddly thoughtful.He even brought flowers—on top of the necklace he gave me last night, which I still haven’t been able to bring myself to wear.And now, he’s pulling off the gentleman act, almost as if he's trying to make me forget Liam entirely.I can’t deny it—he insists on calling me "Soph," and for some reason, that nickname stirs something inside me. Something I can’t quite figure out.It’s not just anger or a bitter reminder of Liam. It’s deeper than that—something unspeakable that I haven’t yet unraveled.Dante isn’t wrong when he says I haven’t moved on from Liam. If I had, I wouldn’t have cried last night. Well, not a full cry—just one rogue tear. But it was enough to remind me of the vow I made: never to cry over Liam—or any man—ag

Dante's POVThe taste of her soft lips sends my mind into a frenzy, and before I know it, I’m leaning in for more, hoping she’ll open up so I can explore deeper.Instead, she places both hands firmly on my chest and pushes me away, a deep frown etched across her face, her eyes flashing with frustration.Rather than feeling guilty, I can’t help but grin widely. But before I can even enjoy the moment, she pushes me right off the bed.“What was that for? Are you insane?” she roars, her anger clear as day. I can’t help but laugh from the floor.Why am I laughing? I have no idea.“Just a little practice. We might need to kiss in front of my mother tomorrow…” “What?” Her brow furrows, her anger intensifying.I sit up slowly, brushing myself off before sitting back down on the bed. “We’re meeting with her tomorrow,” I explain casually.She goes silent, and I try to read her expression, feeling a twinge of guilt for kissing her without her consent.But I can’t regret it—her lips were so swee

Dante's POVAs soon as we reach the shade, I help mother sit down before taking a seat across from her. She picks up a paper and throws it at me.I expected a long silence before I’d ask for her forgiveness, but from the look of things, I’ve already been forgiven. She’s just choosing to ignore me.I pick up the paper to see if it’s a newspaper, and when it falls onto my lap, I see the headline.Dante Lorenzo, the CEO of Multi-Million Company, seen with his newly wedded wife having a private dinner at…I glance up to see her face. Still unreadable.Did my plan work?"Is it true?" she asks weakly, her hands trembling a little. I notice she doesn’t seem as lively as she did the last time we were here for dinner. She seems weaker with each passing day.I nod without saying a word.There’s a picture of Sophia and me attached to the news. I don’t understand why she’s asking me if it’s true.Maybe she wants to confirm if it’s really Sophia or if she thinks this is all just an act."Are you be