Tied To The Heartless Billionaire의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

Selena sat in her room, flipping through the pages of her new leather-bound diary, scribbling every detail Clara had shared.Julian’s absurdly regimented schedule filled pages, annotated with her thoughts and questions. Her fingers gripped the pen tightly as she underlined “10:00 a.m. – Black tea.”The devil expects perfection, huh? Well, I’ll give it to him, she thought, her brows furrowing. She might not be able to control much in her life right now, but she wasn’t about to let Julian Mather call her incompetent.She went to the kitchen, meticulously preparing his black tea, ensuring the temperature was just right and the presentation flawless. The rich aroma of the brew filled the air as she carefully placed the teacup on a tray. Satisfied, she carried it to his office. Without knocking, Selena pushed open the heavy oak door, stepping into the room. Her confident stride faltered when she saw Julian wasn’t alone. Three men were seated in the room, their eyes instantly turning towar

Selena was settling into her desk, trying to get a handle on her new environment, when the first visitor arrived—a young man from the IT department. “Miss Frost,” he stammered, his face turning a shade of pink as he adjusted his glasses. “I just wanted to say I’m a huge fan of your movies. Especially *Starry Nights.* It’s, uh, a masterpiece.” Selena forced a polite smile. “Thank you. That’s kind of you to say.” Before she could say anything else, another man showed up. “Hey, Selena,” said a tall guy with a confident grin. “I mean, Miss Frost. I work in marketing, and I was just wondering if you’d sign this for my sister. She’s a big fan.” He handed her a glossy photo of her from one of her movies, and Selena raised an eyebrow. “Where did you even get this?” “Oh, uh,” he scratched his neck awkwardly, “the internet?” Selena sighed but signed it anyway. She thought that would be the end of it, but within minutes, more and more employees started to appear, pretending they ha

The announcement of the new production under the Grant Company’s sister branch sent a wave of excitement across the employees. It was a rare opportunity for the company to expand its influence in the entertainment world. A murder mystery romantic drama was an unusual yet intriguing choice, and the buzz surrounding the project was palpable. Selena sat stiffly at the long glass conference table, a notepad and pen in front of her. She tried to focus on her task—writing down key points of the meeting—but her nerves were getting the better of her. Julian was at the head of the table, exuding authority as usual. His calm, measured voice dictated the flow of the conversation, and everyone else in the room hung on his every word. "The story revolves around an unsolved murder in a small coastal town," one of the department heads began, glancing at Julian for approval. "The protagonist, a private investigator, is brought in to solve the case but gets entangled in a romantic relationship w

"Miss Frost," Julian started, his tone low and dripping with disdain, "how long are you planning to waste everyone’s time with your incompetence? A simple task of taking notes—notes!—and you managed to botch it completely." Her hands clenched at her sides as she bit back the sting of his words. "I’m doing my best," she muttered. "Your best?" He scoffed, throwing the pen in his hand onto his desk with a clatter. "Your best is mediocre, and that's being generous. You think this is some playground where you can show up and coast on your reputation? If you want to survive here, Miss Frost, you need to be better than this." Selena's patience snapped. She slammed the notebook she was holding onto his desk, glaring at him with fire in her eyes. "Why don’t you just say it, Julian? You hate me! You’ve been breathing down my neck all day, waiting for me to mess up so you can pounce." Julian leaned back in his chair, his jaw tightening. "Watch your fucking tone," he warned coldly. "Or

Selena stormed into her room, slamming the door shut behind her with more force than necessary. Her blood was boiling, her stomach was aching, and her head felt like it would explode. She flopped onto the bed, clutching a pillow to her chest, and screamed into it.“That insufferable, egotistical, self-centered, pompous jerk!” she yelled into the fabric. “Who does he think he is? God’s gift to humanity? More like the devil’s curse to women!”She threw the pillow across the room in frustration, watching it hit the wall and flop to the floor. It wasn’t nearly as satisfying as she’d hoped.“I can’t believe I’m stuck in this stupid situation!” she continued, pacing back and forth. “And now I have to deal with his stupid face every single day! Ugh!” She dramatically flopped back onto the bed, her hand resting over her stomach. “And on top of it all, I’m dying from period pain! This is all his fault!”She glared at the ceiling as if Julian himself were etched into it. “I hope his socks never