All Chapters of Billionaire's Choice: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Gabriel woke up earlier than usual and his thoughts were entirely consumed by Antonia. She was on his mind more than he cared to admit. It was foolish, he told himself, to be this excited about someone he’d only just met. And yet, he couldn’t help it.The way they’d connected, effortlessly, as though they had known each other much longer than a few hours. He wanted to see her again. Needed to.He had already made plans, of course. It was in his nature to go all out for something he cared about, and he cared about impressing her. He didn’t want to take her to some stuffy restaurant or an overhyped bar. No, he wanted her to remember this day. Something that felt special.He could have asked Jonathan to handle everything for him, but it would be exciting to do it himself. There was something personal about taking control of the plans. That way, he’d feel more connected to it. He wanted to be part of the process, to have the satisfaction of knowing that every little piece had his touch on

Gabriel sat behind his large, polished desk, flicking through business proposals with the occasional furrow of his brow. Jonathan, seated across from him, shuffled through papers, checking the details of an upcoming meeting. The steady hum of the office felt normal, but there was an odd energy in the air today.Every now and then, Gabriel would glance up from the documents, a small smile tugging at his lips. It wasn’t much, a brief curve of his mouth, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. But it was enough for Jonathan to notice. Gabriel wasn’t usually so distracted. Not when he was buried in work.Jonathan raised an eyebrow. He’d worked with Gabriel long enough to know that something was different. The man wasn’t easily moved by much, and yet, here he was, smiling to himself like a teenager in love. Jonathan shifted in his seat, trying to make sense of it. He knew Gabriel had been seeing Antonia for a couple of months now, but was this really the cause of his strange mood?He didn’t as

Gabriel sat in the living room of his family’s estate, a glass of whiskey untouched in his hand. The cozy warmth of the crackling fireplace couldn’t ease the chill he felt in his chest. Around him, the family gathered in tense silence.Jonathan stood a few feet away, a folder clutched tightly in his hands. He’d waited for this moment with a sinking heart, dreading the impact this revelation would have. He had already shared the truth with the family; now, it was time to tell Gabriel.“What’s going on?” Gabriel asked, breaking the silence. His voice was calm, but his eyes betrayed his growing unease. “Why does everyone look like someone just died?”Grandma’s lips trembled, and she looked to Jonathan, nodding for him to continue. Jonathan stepped forward, placing the folder on the coffee table in front of Gabriel.“I need you to look at this,” Jonathan said, his tone serious but careful. “It’s about Antonia.”Gabriel frowned, his heart immediately on edge. “Antonia? What about her?” He

I folded my arms, staring her down. “How the hell did you even get an invite to this place?”Antonia hesitated, her fingers tightening around the hem of her dress. “I heard about it, and I... managed to get one.”I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Managed to get one? Huh?” I repeated. “So what, you just walked up to the venue, smiled at security, and they let you in?”She didn’t answer.Unbelievable. I dragged a hand down my face, frustration burning through me. “That means the guest list wasn’t properly vetted.” My voice was cold, controlled, but inside, I was fuming. “I wasn’t trying to ruin anything,” she said quickly. “I just…”“That’s exactly what you do, Antonia,” I cut her off. “You ruin things.” My jaw clenched. “You don’t get to show up here like this and act like you have the right to be anywhere near me.”She exhaled shakily. “I just wanted to see you, Gabriel.”I shook my head. “And why the hell would I want to see you?” My voice dropped lower, harsher. “Do you think I’d b

"You can fix him." That was all Grandma said.I wanted to believe her. I really did. But how do you fix someone who doesn’t want to be fixed? Who doesn’t even look at you like you matter?Gabriel had shown me, days leading up to the wedding, over and over again, that I was nothing more than an obligation to him. A formality. A name beside his on paper. Not once had he treated me like someone who could reach him, let alone someone he wanted to.And today… today had drained me more than I could put into words.From the moment the wedding started, I had been walking on eggshells, trying to navigate the tension in the air. Gabriel’s coldness was expected, but then Ethan showed up and shattered whatever illusion of control I had left. If I thought Gabriel was distant, his brother was something else entirely. He was terrifying. There was something about the way he carried himself, the way his sharp eyes scanned the room like he owned it. If Gabriel was cold, Ethan was ice. He didn’t just pu