Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling For My Billionaire Captor: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Mona's POVI walked into the company with Vance by my side, the weight of his presence both reassuring and unsettling at the same time. I had gotten used to his calm, controlled manner, but I couldn’t deny the sudden surge of heat in my chest as he held my handbag in his steady grip. It was a simple act, but it felt so intentional, as though he were claiming something that had never been his before. And I was beginning to let him.I stole a quick glance at him, our fingers brushing for a brief moment before he pulled away. My heart skipped, just a little. Ian wouldn’t like this—me with Vance. Ian, who had made it clear that I belonged to him in the most suffocating of ways. Ian, who would never let me go, not even if I begged him. But Vance... Vance was different. He made me feel like I mattered, like I had a choice.I smiled to myself, glancing around at the people in the lobby staring at us. I could feel their curiosity pressing in on me, but I couldn’t care less. I was with Vance,

Vance leaned against the desk, his body rigid with frustration as he stared at Mona, the weight of his sister's words still hanging in the air between them. He knew she had every right to be upset, even if she was trying to mask it by focusing on her work. But what his sister had just done—it was too much. No one should be made to feel like that, especially not Mona.He ran a hand through his hair, trying to pull his thoughts together, but his mind was a tangled mess. Melanie had always been a force of chaos in his life, always pushing, always testing boundaries. But to see her try to tear Mona down, to try to make her feel small—he couldn't stand it.He sighed deeply, moving closer to Mona’s desk. Her eyes were fixed on the papers in front of her, but he could see the tension in her posture, the way her shoulders were pulled tight, as if bracing herself for the next blow. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like the way she was withdrawing from him, the distance creeping in between them. He

Ian's POVWhat is she doing with him?I can't stop thinking about it—her with Vance. That bastard. My stomach twists every time I picture it. He’s nothing but trouble, and I’ve always known he’d be a problem. I always knew he couldn’t stay away from her.I’m sitting here, scrolling through my phone, trying to push the thoughts down, but they keep crawling back up, bubbling to the surface. Anger pulses through my veins, sharp and hot, with each swipe of my thumb.I hate him. I fucking hate him. That look he gave me—like he was daring me to do something. His arrogance. It makes me want to break something. To break him.I just want to go back to when it was just me and Mona. Before he showed up, before he started throwing his weight around. But I can’t even do that, can I? She’s the one who invited him into her life. She’s the one who… chose him.The thought makes my jaw clench, but I force myself to breathe.That fight—God, it keeps playing over in my head. I can’t stop seeing the way V

Mona’s POVAfter I’d promised Ian—sworn, really—that I wouldn’t see Vance again or go back to his office, the weight of my words hung heavy in the air. I could still hear Ian’s voice, that firm, almost pleading tone, asking me to choose him and the life we were building. And for a moment, I believed I could. But then, I found myself in front of my laptop, scrolling mindlessly through emails and documents, and there it was—a message from Vance.“We need to talk. I have something to show you.”The words hit me like a sudden rush of adrenaline. My heart skipped, and I felt a familiar tug deep inside—one that pulled me back to him, to everything we shared. I hated how quickly it affected me, how easily I fell back into the rhythm of it.I told myself I wasn’t going to respond. I told myself I was done. But that promise to Ian felt like it was slipping away, just like that. I couldn't explain it, not to myself, and certainly not to Ian. The emotions swirled—guilt, desire, confusion—each on

Stella's POVI couldn’t take my eyes off them, not because I wanted to, but because I couldn’t stop myself. Vance. That damn smile of his—god, it made me sick. He looked so comfortable with her, touching her hair, whispering something in her ear, and she giggled like some love-struck teenager. My stomach twisted into a knot, tighter than a noose. My fingers curled around the stem of my drink, the ice clinking sharply against the glass, but I didn’t care. My heart was full of something—resentment, jealousy, or maybe just pure disgust. Either way, it tasted sour in my throat.I tried to focus on the music, the chatter around the club, but every time I glanced back, there he was, leaning closer to her, the way his eyes softened when he looked at her. The way he was so... casual with her. Like she was someone he could hold onto without a second thought. It made my blood boil.I wasn’t about to stand here like a fool and let him watch me squirm, so I snapped my clutch shut, sliding out of