All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Christmas Surprise : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Serena sat in her office at Rocky’s Designs, leaning back in her chair with a smug expression, her fingers scrolling through headline after headline on her phone. The scandal had exploded far beyond what she had anticipated. Every media outlet, gossip blog, and high-profile forum was talking about it. Across from her, Emma was grinning like a Cheshire cat, flipping through different online articles on her laptop. “This is golden,” Emma laughed, shaking her head in pure delight. “You really outdid yourself this time, Serena.” Serena smirked, taking a sip of her coffee as she read through some of the more ridiculous headlines. • “Elite Power Couple or Secret Lovers? Scandalous Image Shakes Up LA’s Upper Class!” • “A Forbidden Affair? Two High-Profile Figures Caught in a Compromising Position!” • “Secret Romance in the Shadows – Guess Who These Two Influential Figures Are!” Serena scoffed, tilting her phone toward Emma. “They’re all scrambling to figure out who it is. It’s hila

The moment Thomas Winters finished reading the headlines, his jaw clenched, and a dark fury settled in his icy blue eyes. Kate, sitting across from him, fidgeted with her phone, her fingers gripping the screen so tightly her knuckles had turned white. Neither of them spoke for a moment, the weight of what had just happened settling over them like a heavy storm cloud. Kate exhaled sharply, tossing her phone onto the table. “How the hell did this happen?” Thomas’s face remained unreadable, but there was a dangerous edge to his voice. “Someone was watching us.” Kate’s stomach twisted. “That’s impossible. We’ve been careful, Thomas! This place is private. Exclusive.” Thomas leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table, his gaze sharp as a knife. “Obviously not private enough.” Kate swallowed hard. The idea of someone—some unseen pair of eyes—spying on them while they were completely unaware and busy fucking themselves made her skin crawl. “We need to think,” she said, forcing h

Serena sat in her spacious office at Rocky’s Designs, the cool hum of the air conditioning filling the silence as she focused on the financial reports displayed on her laptop screen. The numbers and projections were clear—her company was thriving, but the recent scandal still loomed like an unwanted shadow. She had spent the morning watching the media burn with speculations. The scandalous picture was everywhere, but so far, the media had yet to unmask the culprits. She smirked. Not yet. A sharp knock at her door pulled her from her thoughts. “Come in,” she called, expecting Emma. And sure enough, Emma stormed inside, her tablet clutched tightly in her hands, her expression a mixture of urgency and excitement. “They must have seen the trending pictures by now,” Emma blurted out before even taking a seat. Serena raised an eyebrow, shutting her laptop. “Who? Be specific Emma. I’m too exhausted with work to start trying to wrap my head around what you’re saying.” Emma rolled he

Margaret Winters sat in the dimly lit lounge, sipping her evening tea as the fireplace crackled softly in the background. The mansion was unusually quiet tonight, with most of the staff having retired to their quarters. She exhaled, enjoying the rare moment of peace. Her phone vibrated on the table beside her, the screen lighting up with Eleanor Harrington’s name. A small frown formed between Margaret’s brows. It was late. Eleanor never called at this hour unless it was something urgent. Setting her teacup down, she reached for the phone and answered. “Eleanor? It’s quite late. Is everything alright?” There was a pause on the other end. Too long of a pause. Then, a sigh. “Margaret…” Eleanor’s voice was careful, hesitant. “I— I don’t even know how to say this to you.” Margaret’s frown deepened, a strange feeling creeping into her chest. “What’s wrong?” Another silence. Then, Eleanor finally spoke again. “Have you… seen the news?” Margaret glanced toward the clock on the wa

Thomas woke up with a deep scowl on his face. He had barely gotten any sleep, tossing and turning in the guest room, knowing all too well that stepping into the master bedroom was out of the question. Mrs. Winters had made her stance clear—she wanted nothing to do with him, and after what happened last night, he didn’t blame her. As he walked into the dining room the next morning, the air was thick with silence. Mrs. Winters was already seated at the table, staring down at her untouched breakfast. Her eyes were swollen, her face pale, the evidence of a sleepless night and endless tears written all over her. Thomas sat down across from her, carefully picking up his fork. The weight of his gaze was heavy on her, but she didn’t look up, didn’t acknowledge him, didn’t say a word.h The clinking of silverware filled the room, but it only made the silence between them more unbearable. “You should eat,” Thomas said after a long moment, though his voice lacked its usual authority. Mrs