All Chapters of IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ISLA'S POVThe moment Damian invited me to the Celestial Elegance Fashion Summit, I didn’t hesitate to say yes. It was an exclusive event, bringing together some of the most influential figures in the industry. It was the kind of event I had dreamed of attending for as long as I could remember. A perfect opportunity to gain insight, build connections, and immerse myself in the world of high fashion and luxury jewelry.But even as I agreed, lingering thoughts of doubt crept into my mind—whispers of uncertainty surrounding Damian. His life remained shrouded in mystery, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something he wasn’t telling me. Victor’s warning about him still echoed in my head, but I decided to push all those thoughts aside, at least for tonight.Damian had insisted on sending me an outfit for the event. When I received the package, I carefully unwrapped it and found a breathtaking midnight silk gown, a black dress that draped elegantly over my body, exuding sophist

ISLA'S POV The hum of the private jet filled the space between us, yet the silence felt louder than ever before. I sat across from Damian, watching him swirl the golden liquid in his glass with a precision that betrayed the calm he tried to project.The seminar had been both inspiring and unnerving, and nothing unsettled me more than the secrets that clung to Damian like a shadow.still couldn’t shake the fact that he was not just any businessman—he was the CEO of Titan Holdings.And here I was, determined to get answers, whatever it takes,“I met some of your old friends at the seminar,” I replied smoothly. “They told me you’re brilliant—so brilliant that you could have built a tech empire if you wanted to.” I leaned in a little closer, holdingThere was a moment of silence, a pause in which the weight of unspoken questions hung in the air. Then, Damian let out a low chuckle. “I see. And what else did they say?” he asked, his tone laced with a hint of amusement mixed with caution.I

DAMIAN'S POVI will never forget the sound of my own voice that night. The way it trembled. The way it barely felt like my own.911, what is your emergency?“My name is Damian Lannister. I live at 475 Park Avenue, Penthouse Suite, Manhattan, New York. My father just collapsed, and he isn’t breathing!”The dispatcher’s voice was steady, professional, the exact opposite of how I felt."Do you know CPR?"I hesitated. I knew CPR. But what was the point? He was already dead."Begin compressions immediately. I’ll guide you through it."I didn’t move. I just stared at my father’s body. His lifeless eyes were still open, his mouth slightly parted as if caught mid-breath. But there was no breath. No life.I knew he was gone.So I stayed there, phone pressed to my ear, waiting. Waiting for the ambulance, waiting for the inevitable.The moment the paramedics arrived, I stepped aside. They moved quickly, checking his vitals, attempting to revive a corpse. But I had already accepted the truth.My

ISLA’S POVEver since Damian opened up to me about his father’s death, I couldn’t shake the guilt I felt for misjudging him. I had always seen him as confident, untouchable, and maybe even a little too perfect. But that night, when he spoke about the pain of losing his father, I realized just how much he had been through. Grief changes people, and in a way, it had shaped him just as much as it had shaped me.From that moment on, we started seeing each other more often. It wasn’t intentional at first—it just happened. A casual dinner here, a coincidental meeting there, and before I knew it, Damian was becoming a steady presence in my life.Then came the offer.He had casually mentioned it one evening over dinner, as if it wasn’t something that could completely change my life."You should come work for me, Isla," he had said, watching me intently. "I need someone with your vision to head the fashion division at Titan Holdings."For a moment, I thought he was joking. But when I looked in

VICTOR’S POVI gave Caleb a location—not a warehouse, but an abandoned auto repair shop on the outskirts of the city. It was far enough from prying eyes but not completely isolated. The perfect place for what needed to be done.The moment Caleb called and confirmed he had Nick, I knew there was no turning back. I had to do whatever it took to get the truth out of him.Without wasting a second, I dialed Daniel’s number."We have him," I said, my voice steady.There was silence on the line for a moment before Daniel spoke. "Are you sure you want to go through with this, Victor? Once we start, there’s no going back.""I know," I replied. "And I’m ready.""Alright," Daniel said. "Send me the location. I’ll meet you there."I ended the call, inhaling deeply. This wasn’t just about revenge anymore. It was about justice. About making sure the truth came to light, no matter the cost.The auto repair shop was old, rusting, and covered in graffiti. Weeds grew through the cracks in the pavement,