All Chapters of Loving The Billionaire Gone Wrong: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Christian sat in his office, eyes fixed on his laptop screen as he scrolled through pages of reports. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind—work, meetings, strategy sessions—everything demanded his attention, leaving him with little time to breathe. He barely noticed the days slipping away, blending into one another like a never-ending loop. Just as he was reviewing another proposal, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen—his friends were calling. "Hey, man, what’s up?" Christian answered, rubbing his temples. "Busy, as always," his friend, Mark, said with a knowing tone. "Come on, Christian, you need a break. We're hitting the club tonight, and you're coming with us." Christian sighed. "I don't know, guys. I’ve got a ton of work—" "Work will still be there tomorrow," another friend, Jake, interrupted. "Come out, have a few drinks, relax. You need it." Christian hesitated for a moment. They were right. He had been drowning himself in work for too long. Maybe a little b

Christian led Allison through the crowded club until they reached his table. His friends, already deep in conversation, looked up as they approached."Guys," Christian started, placing a hand lightly on Allison’s back, "Meet my new friend…"Allison flashed them a charming smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Rachael. It’s nice to meet you all.”Christian’s eyes narrowed slightly the moment Allison introduced herself with a fake name. Rachael?A sneer tugged at the corner of his lips, but he quickly masked it. So, she was playing games. That much was clear. His suspicions grew stronger. If she had nothing to hide, why lie about her name? Allison was definitely up to something. Still, he didn’t call her out. Instead, he decided to play along. "Well, Rachael," he said, his voice holding the slightest edge of amusement, "these are my friends—Jake and Mark." He gestured at each of them as he introduced them, and they nodded in greeting.

The hotel room was silent, but the tension in the air was thick. Allison felt like the walls were closing in on her, but she forced herself to stay calm.She had expected this night to go differently. Everything had been planned perfectly. She was supposed to be in control. But now, as she stood there, staring at the man sitting in front of her, a cold shiver ran down her spine.What was he doing here? How did he find her? Most importantly…what the hell was he doing with Emma's boyfriend?The older man had sharp eyes that held a knowing look, like he had been waiting for this moment. His presence alone made her feel trapped.Christian’s voice cut through the silence. “Do you know this man?”Her eyes darted from Christian to the older man sitting across the room, trying to understand the relationship between the two of them. The old man's sharp eyes bored into her, searching, waiting.Christian leaned forward, his eyes dark with something unreadable. “Do you know this man, Rachael?” h

Silence stretched between them. Allison’s stomach twisted. She clenched her fists as Christian’s words hung in the air. Her heart pounded—not from fear, but from the weight of the choice she had to make. She felt trapped, with no way out. She had married into the Muller family because of her pregnancy, and when her husband died, she received a large inheritance because of Henry. That money gave her security—a future. If she admitted that Henry was Nathaniel’s son, Christian would take him away. And if that happened, she would lose everything she had built with David. But if she said Henry was David’s son, she would lose all that inheritance. And to think that David only stayed with her because of Henry. Her son was her only source of power in the Lawson family. Without Henry, what did she have? Nothing. She had spent years securing her place beside David, making sure he saw her as the mother of his child. That title gave her status—a reason for him to keep her close. If

Christian quickly masked his expression, forcing himself to remain composed despite the unexpected revelation. He hadn't anticipated running into Allison’s son like this—let alone seeing how close he and Claire had become. His mind was still racing when Henry, his tone curious, spoke up. “Claire, why do you call him Uncle Chris instead of ‘Dad’?”Claire blinked at the question, glancing up at Christian with a nervous smile. She didn't even know when she had addressed Christian as ‘Uncle Chris’ in front of everyone, whereas everyone thought he was her dad. Before she could respond, Christian smoothly stepped in, flashing his usual confident grin. “Well, you see, Henry,” he said, crouching slightly to the boy’s level, “Claire and I like to play a little game sometimes. She calls me ‘Uncle,’ while I call her…” He trailed off for a little dramatic effect, turning to Claire with an amused smirk. “What’s that name again? Oh, right! My little tornado.”Claire groaned, rolling her eye