All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S TWO-FACED BRIDE: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Kehlani’s POVI wasn’t sure what I expected when I returned to the penthouse after the launch party. A quiet evening alone, maybe. A chance to finally take off these heels and breathe.But instead, I opened the door to the soft glow of candlelight.The living room was transformed. Small flickering flames danced along the coffee table, the warm scent of something rich and savory filling the air. A single bottle of wine sat chilling in a silver bucket, two glasses waiting beside it.And in the center of it all was Alec.He stood near the dining table, rolling up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt, his dark green eyes lifting to meet mine the moment I stepped inside.“You’re back.” His voice was smooth, effortless, as if he hadn’t just staged a scene straight out of a romance novel.I blinked. “What… is this?”He smirked, stepping closer. “A surprise.”I glanced around, taking in the intimate setting. “You did all this?”Alec arched a brow. “You sound surprised.”“I am.” I stepped out

Kehlani’s POVMira tapped her nails against the coffee table, the sharp sound filling the tense silence between us. “So,” she said, dragging the word out. “Are you going to say something, or are we just going to sit here and stew in mutual rage?”I stared at the frozen screen of Natalie’s smug face on the livestream, my grip tightening around my glass of water. “I don’t even know where to start.”“How about with the part where you curse her out?” Mira suggested, folding her arms.I exhaled slowly, shaking my head. “It’s not that simple.”Mira scoffed. “Actually, it is. You go online, type ‘Natalie Silver is a talentless fraud who stole my entire business plan,’ hit send, and watch the world explode.” She made an exaggerated gesture, like she was tossing a grenade. “Boom.”I shot her a dry look. “And then what? Get hit with a lawsuit for defamation? Lose any chance of getting investors on my side because I look like some bitter ex-designer ranting on the internet?”Mira groaned, droppi

Kelhani's POVI swirled the wine in my glass, watching the deep red liquid dance against the dim lighting of the restaurant. Across from me, Mira was scrolling through her phone, her brows furrowed in deep concentration.“Anything?” I asked, breaking the silence.She sighed, locking her phone and placing it on the table. “Nothing new. Natalie’s PR team is working overtime. They’re spinning the whole ‘Masked Designer’ concept like it was hers all along. She even did an interview about it today.”I took a slow sip of my wine, forcing myself to stay calm. “Let them talk.”Mira raised an eyebrow. “Wow. Who are you, and what have you done with Kehlani?”I smirked. “I’m learning.”“Learning to be less impulsive?” she teased.“More like learning when to strike.”She let out an impressed whistle. “Damn. I like this version of you.”Before I could respond, the waiter arrived, setting down our plates. I barely acknowledged the food in front of me, my mind still circling back to what Mira had sa

Kehlani’s POVBy the time lunch rolled around, my mind was still occupied with Alec’s so-called ‘blueprint.’ I had gone over the documents he gave me multiple times, my thoughts cycling between skepticism and cautious optimism. He was right—the plan was solid. But that didn’t mean I trusted him.And yet, here I was, waiting for him at an upscale restaurant in Midtown.Mira had practically shoved me out of the office, claiming I needed a “power lunch.” I suspected she just wanted me to spend more time around Alec, if only for her own amusement.I checked my watch. Five minutes past noon. Alec was never late.I tapped my nails against the table, debating whether I should text him, when a shadow passed over me.“Punctual as always,” Alec said smoothly, taking the seat across from me.I glanced up at him, taking in the effortlessly put-together appearance—another dark suit, another pair of glasses shielding his eyes. “You’re late.”“I was taking a call.” He set his phone on the table. “Ne

Kehlani’s POVI returned to my office the next morning, still unsettled by my conversation with Alec the night before. His words echoed in my mind:"People like us don’t get the luxury of honesty."I didn’t know if I hated or agreed with him. Maybe both.As I settled into my chair, Mira strolled in unannounced, as she always did. She had a coffee in one hand and an amused expression on her face.“So?” she prompted, sliding into the chair across from me.I frowned. “So what?”“Don’t play dumb. Alec showed up out of nowhere last night, took you to a fancy rooftop, and then what? Mysterious billionaire talk? Brooding stares across the skyline?”I sighed. “It wasn’t like that.”Mira raised an eyebrow. “Was it not?”I shook my head. “He just wanted to go over the interview.”“And?”I hesitated. “He told me to reframe my story.”Mira made a face. “Of course he did.”“He thinks honesty is a weakness.”“Yeah, that sounds exactly like something Alec Castor would believe.”I sighed, rubbing my