All Chapters of Tied To The Heartless Billionaire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

After the meeting, Julian returned to his office with lots of thoughts in his mind. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Grayson had agreed too easily and quickly. It wasn’t like him to be so...cooperative.He sat down at his desk, his thoughts drifting back to Selena. Why had he even mentioned her? His chest aches at the memory of their argument and how she was on the verge of crying and he rubbed his temples, trying to push the thoughts away. He didn’t owe her anything. He didn’t even 'like' her. So why was he helping her?"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, leaning back in his chair. He didn’t understand why he cared. But the truth was, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. About the way she had looked at him, the way she had fought back even when she had nothing left.He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He would talk to her about the movie. Not because he wanted to help her, but because he had made a promise. And Julian Mathers always kept his promis

Julian sat in his study, the dim light of the desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. His fingers drummed restlessly on the polished wood of his desk, his mind a whirlwind of frustration and regret. The events of the past few days replayed in his head like a broken record—Selena’s cold indifference, her sharp words, the way she had looked at him with such disdain. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. "Why the hell is she so stubborn?" he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with exasperation. But deep down, he knew why. He had crossed a line, and he knew it. That night, under the influence of anger and that damn mysterious phone call, he had lashed out at her. His words had been cruel and unforgivable. The way he demanded she sleep with him for a role, reducing her to nothing more than a prostitute. And now, he was paying the price. Julian groaned, rubbing his temples. "What the hell was I thinking?" He tried to calm himself, to reflect on h

Samantha paced her bedroom like a caged animal, her heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor. Her hands were clenched into tight fists, her nails digging so deeply into her palms that crescent-shaped marks were forming. Her phone lay on the vanity, its screen still glowing with the last call she had received.The words spoken to her echoed in her mind, louder and more infuriating with each passing second. "We can’t call her anymore. If we do, our company will be sued." Her jaw tightened as she replayed the conversation in her head. "What?" she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. "Who the hell is threatening you?" The pause that followed had been brief but loaded, as if the person on the other end was weighing their words carefully. "Julian Mathers." Samantha had nearly thrown her phone across the room. Now, standing in front of her vanity, she seethed. Her reflection in the mirror showed a woman on the edge of madness—her chest rising and falling with ev

Few days later - Selena sat in the makeup trailer, her hands trembling as she clutched the script for the movie she had been reluctantly cast in. The words on the pages blurred as tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them away, refusing to let anyone see her vulnerability. She had wanted to talk to Julian about turning down the role, but he had been called away on urgent business for two days, leaving her with no choice but to proceed. Her new manager, a middle-aged man named Derek, had been assigned to her by the production company. He was polite but distant, more concerned with keeping the project on track than with Selena’s well-being. “Selena, you’re up in five,” Derek said, poking his head into the trailer. His tone was brisk, almost dismissive. She nodded, forcing a smile. “I’ll be there.” As she stepped onto the set, she felt the weight of Grayson’s gaze on her. He was the director, a man with a reputation for being charming on the surface but ruthless beneath

Selena sat in her small office, the weight of the past few days pressing down on her like a suffocating blanket. Her mind raced as she tried to piece together a plan, a way out of the nightmare she had found herself in. She had always known the entertainment industry wasn’t perfect, but she had never imagined it could be this dark, this cruel. She leaned back in her chair, staring at the ceiling as memories of the stories she had heard over the years flooded her mind. Stories of actors and actresses who had been exploited, manipulated, and abused by those in power. She had always pitied them, even tried to help some of them when she could. But now, she was living their nightmare, and it was far worse than she had ever imagined. One memory stood out vividly in her mind. A few years ago, a young actress named Mia had come to her, trembling and tearful. Mia had been cast in a small role in a major film, but the director had demanded “special favors” in exchange for keeping her in th