All Chapters of Falling For My Billionaire Ex : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SusanThe gala was every bit as extravagant as I’d imagined...maybe even more so. The moment I stepped out of the car, I was greeted by a sea of flashing cameras and perfectly coiffed people who looked like they’d stepped straight out of a high-fashion editorial. I adjusted the sleek, floor-length black dress Meera had somehow managed to arrange from an exclusive designer. The fabric hugged my curves in all the right places, and the confidence boost was necessary, considering I was about to walk into Elliot Prescott’s world.Elliot stood by the entrance, looking maddeningly perfect in a tailored tuxedo. The way his sharp jawline was highlighted by the golden light made me question my life choices for a second. But then he smirked...a trademark, infuriating smirk...and I remembered why I wanted to strangle him half the time."You clean up nicely," he said, his green eyes sweeping over me with an intensity that made my stomach flutter."So do you," I shot back, lifting my chin. "Though

SusanThe ride home was a silent, frustrating ordeal. The driver, arranged by Meera, focused on the road, giving me plenty of time to stew in my thoughts.Elliot Prescott was infuriating.All night, his piercing green eyes followed me like a storm cloud threatening to ruin my carefully planned evening. At first, I thought I was imagining it, but then I caught the slight narrowing of his gaze every time another man approached me.And Vanessa.What annoyed me more...her exaggerated laugh or the way she clung to Elliot’s arm as if she were staking a claim? Every time she leaned closer, I felt a strange pang in my chest. It was ridiculous. I shouldn’t care what he did, who he flirted with, or how many times her laugh sounded fake enough to echo.But I did care.I had tried to ignore him, throwing my attention to casual conversations with a young investment banker named Liam who had approached me with a drink. He had been kind and polite, complimenting my dress and asking about my work.It

SusanThe morning sun streamed through the blinds in my new office, but the brightness only added to the headache pulsing behind my eyes. A new office...one I hadn’t asked for, didn’t want, and was now forced to occupy.I stood by the window, gripping a coffee cup that was still too hot to drink. The view was stunning, I had to admit. The city sprawled out before me, glittering and bustling with life. But no amount of scenic inspiration could drown out the irritation boiling inside me.Why did Elliot Prescott think he had the right to decide where I worked? A private office was unnecessary. I had been perfectly fine in the shared workspace with the team. I didn’t need a sleek desk, plush chairs, and a coffee machine all to myself.And worst of all, it was right next to his office.It wasn’t just the proximity that bothered me...it was what it implied. He wanted to keep an eye on me. Micromanage me. Maybe even unnerve me. Well, it was working.A knock on the door jolted me from my spir

Elliot The rest of the day felt like a blur, but Susan’s expression from earlier...the way her eyes had darkened, the tension in her posture...lingered like a bad dream. I hadn’t seen her since she stormed out of my office. Despite my better judgment, I kept checking the clock and glancing at the phone on my desk, half-hoping she’d come back or call, and half-dreading that she might. Why did it matter so much? Leila’s unannounced appearance had been nothing short of a disaster. I knew what it must have looked like to Susan, and I hated that I hadn’t been quick enough to clear up the misunderstanding. I leaned back in my chair, letting out a frustrated sigh. It wasn’t like me to let personal matters interfere with work, but Susan had always been the exception. There was a knock at the door, and I sat up straighter, a flicker of hope sparking to life. But when the door opened, it was Adrian who walked in, looking far too amused for my liking. “You look like someone ran over your

ElliotThe morning buzz of the office was louder than usual as I made my way to the conference room for the team presentation. My assistant handed me a cup of coffee, rattling off the day’s schedule, but I barely registered her words.All I could think about was Susan.She hadn’t outright refused my dinner invitation last night, which I considered a win. Still, the look on her face when she left the lobby lingered in my mind...a mix of anger, confusion, and something deeper that I couldn’t quite place.By the time I reached the conference room, most of the team was already seated. Gerald stood near the screen, setting up the presentation, while Susan sat at the far end of the table, flipping through her notes.I couldn’t help but notice the way she stiffened slightly when I entered the room. Her eyes darted up for a brief moment, meeting mine before she quickly looked away, pretending to be engrossed in her work.Good. She was still thinking about me.“Good morning, everyone,” I said,