All Chapters of Tied To The Heartless Billionaire: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Selena rubbed her temples, trying to shake off the strange tension that clung to her. Why was she even thinking about Julian right now? This man, who spent half his time tormenting her and the other half confusing her with small, unexpected gestures of care, should have no power over her thoughts. Selena plopped down on her chair, staring at the ceiling. “What’s happening to me?” she whispered. Her mind drifted back to the little moments she had shared with Julian recently—the way he had silently handed her his jacket when she was shivering, the way his eyes softened ever so slightly when he caught her rehearsing that script, the fact that he defended her from those media people without a second thought. And then, there were his teasing remarks in the car earlier. And now in his office, he told her to come to him if she ever faced any problem. Almost like they were two people who cared about each other. She groaned, covering her face with her hands. “What is wrong with me? He’

At dinner, the dining table was laid out as elegantly as ever, a variety of dishes carefully prepared by the staff. Selena sat beside Julian, as always, while Samantha and Grandma were seated across from them. The warm light from the chandelier above gave the room a cozy ambiance, but beneath it, a storm of emotions brewed.Grandma was the first to break the silence, her voice filled with genuine curiosity. “So, Samantha, tell me more about yourself. You two sisters are so different! What have you been up to?”Samantha’s lips curved into a sweet smile, one that made Selena relax. “Oh,” she began, her tone soft and modest, “I haven’t done much compared to Selena. She’s always been the star of our family.”Selena’s heart warmed at her sister’s words. She reached over and gently squeezed Samantha’s hand. “Don’t say that, Sam. You’ve been through so much, and you’re still so strong. I’ve always admired you for that.”Samantha tilted her head, her innocent facade firmly in place. “You’re t

Samantha adjusted her nightgown, tugging it slightly lower until the swell of her breasts became more pronounced. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror of the dark hallway, smoothing her hair and letting her lips curve into a sly smile. Time to start the plan, she thought. She wasn’t here just because she hated Selena—though that certainly sweetened the deal. Samantha had bigger goals, and Julian Mathers was the key to unlocking them.As she wandered down the hall, she spotted a faint light spilling from a crack in a door. The guest room? she thought, but as she moved closer, she realized it wasn’t. Peering inside, she saw Julian sitting in his study, his sleeves rolled up and his dark hair slightly mussed. He was leaning over his desk, focused intently on the papers in front of him.Samantha hesitated for a moment, her heart racing. Julian in person was even more intimidating than she’d imagined, but she wasn’t one to back down. You’ve got this, she told herself. Schooling her

Julian was in his office, flipping through a document when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen. A number with no name. His muscles tensed. He knew this number. He hadn't seen it in a while, but the memory of the last call burned in his mind. The call that changed everything. Slowly, he reached for the phone, his fingers curling around it like a loaded gun. A strange feeling settled in his stomach—a mixture of anticipation and dread. He exhaled sharply before pressing the answer button. “Julian Mathers,” he said, keeping his voice steady. A low chuckle greeted him on the other end. “It’s nice to speak to you again, Julian.” That voice. Smooth, almost robotic, yet dripping with something sinister. His grip on the phone tightened. “Who are you?” The chuckle deepened. “Just someone who wants the best for you.” Julian’s jaw clenched. “Cut the crap. Why are you helping me?” “Helping?” The man sounded amused. “Oh, Julian. Do you really think I 'helped' you? I

Julian ran a frustrated hand through his hair, his jaw clenching as he watched Selena storm away. What the hell was he doing? He let out a low groan, leaning back against his desk. His fingers curled into fists as a memory flashed through his mind—one that he hadn’t allowed himself to think about in years. Selena. Standing on a bright stage, cameras flashing, her signature dazzling smile lighting up the entire room. She had just been named the youngest top model of the year. Julian had been there too—not as an honored guest, not as one of the powerful figures shaking hands with her—but as a mere assistant to the photographer covering the event. Back then, he was just another nameless face in the crowd, watching her from behind the lens. She had been untouchable. A goddess in human form. And he? He was nothing. Just a man with a borrowed camera, standing in the shadows, admiring her from a distance. How ironic was it that now, she stood right in front of him—no longer