مكتبة
بحث
بيت / Romance / The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next / Chapter Ninety-five

مشاركة

Chapter Ninety-five

مؤلف: Jessicarachel
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-07-24 14:08:37

Elara

The following morning began long before sunrise.

When I entered the dining room of Alistair’s penthouse, I expected breakfast.

Instead, I found an entire strategy session waiting for me.

The long table was covered with neatly organized files, financial reports, company profiles, and photographs of executives from around the world. A digital screen displayed the preliminary guest list for the international business summit that would take place in two weeks.

Alistair looked up from his
استمر في قراءة هذا الكتاب مجانا
امسح الكود لتنزيل التطبيق
الفصل السابق الفصل التالي
الفصل مغلق

أحدث فصل

  • The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next   Chapter Ninety-Seven

    Elara The moment I returned to Alistair’s penthouse, I knew sleep would have to wait. He was already in his office when I arrived, his jacket draped over the back of his chair and several monitors glowing softly in the dim room. Without asking how the evening had gone, he gestured for me to sit. “Start from the beginning.” I placed my purse on the desk and took a slow breath. “I’ll tell you everything.” For the next hour, I recounted every detail I could remember. The atmosphere inside the private club.The executives who introduced themselves. The subtle curiosity surrounding my recent appearances. Every carefully disguised question about Alistair. Every conversation gradually shifted toward the Valmont Group. Alistair never interrupted unless he needed clarification. “What exact words did he use?” “Did she ask before or after mentioning the summit?” “Who else was standing nearby?” His questions forced me to revisit moments I might otherwise have dismissed. I closed my

  • The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next   Chapter Ninety-Six

    Elara The invitation sat between Alistair and me on the polished desk, its elegant cream paper looking far too innocent for the unease it had stirred inside me. I had resisted the urge to reply to it the moment it arrived. Instead, I brought it directly to him. Alistair read every line without speaking. His expression never changed, but I noticed the slight tightening of his jaw as he turned the card over, examining the embossed seal pressed into the corner. Finally, he set it down. “It’s authentic.” Relief briefly washed over me before disappearing just as quickly. “So… someone really invited me?” His gray eyes lifted to mine. “Yes.” He paused. “But it wasn’t supposed to reach you this way.” A chill settled across my skin. “What do you mean?” “This gathering doesn’t send open invitations. Attendance is carefully controlled. Someone wanted you to receive this personally.” The room fell silent. I stared at the invitation again, realizing it was no longer simply an oppo

  • The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next   Chapter Ninety-five

    Elara The following morning began long before sunrise. When I entered the dining room of Alistair’s penthouse, I expected breakfast. Instead, I found an entire strategy session waiting for me. The long table was covered with neatly organized files, financial reports, company profiles, and photographs of executives from around the world. A digital screen displayed the preliminary guest list for the international business summit that would take place in two weeks. Alistair looked up from his tablet as I approached. “We’re not preparing your wardrobe today.” A faint smile tugged at my lips. “I assumed as much.” “The clothes will matter,” he said, “but only after you understand the people you’ll be standing beside.” He slid the first folder toward me. “Learn the companies.” Then another. “Learn their alliances.” A third. “And most importantly, learn who no longer trusts whom.” I opened the first file and quickly realized how little I truly knew. There were decades of merg

  • The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next   Chapter Ninety-Four

    Elara The day I was finally discharged from the hospital should have felt like freedom. Instead, it felt like stepping into another battlefield. The doctor stood at the foot of my bed, reviewing the final pages of my chart before offering me one last reminder. “Your injuries are healing well, Miss Dubois, but recovery doesn’t end when you leave this building. Avoid unnecessary stress. Get plenty of rest. Give your body time to recover.” I managed a polite smile. “I’ll do my best.” The words sounded convincing enough, but we both knew they weren’t true. How could I rest after someone had tried to kill me? How could I pretend my life was normal after receiving an anonymous photograph and a message promising I would be next? The moment I stepped outside the hospital entrance, warm sunlight greeted me, but it did little to ease the heaviness pressing against my chest. Two black SUVs waited by the curb. Several men in dark suits stood nearby, alert but discreet. The second the

  • The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next   Chapter Ninety-Three

    Elara I woke to another quiet morning in the hospital, though “quiet” no longer meant peaceful. The steady rhythm of the heart monitor and the distant footsteps in the hallway had become familiar over the past day. Physically, I felt a little stronger. The pain was still there—sharp whenever I moved too quickly—but it was no longer overwhelming. The emotional wounds were another matter. Every time I closed my eyes, I found myself back inside my car. The sound of Alistair’s voice over the phone. The headlights rushed toward me. The violent impact.Shattered glass.Then darkness. I had never truly understood how fragile life was until now. One second had separated me from death.One second. I stared out the window at the city below.Someone had tried to kill me. That truth should have terrified me. Instead, it slowly hardened into something else. Determination. If the people behind the attack believed they could frighten me into hiding, they had chosen the wrong woman. I had

  • The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next   Chapter Ninety-Two

    Alistair I watched through the tinted glass as the police officer entered Elara’s hospital room. She deserved answers. Unfortunately, the authorities were asking the wrong questions. By the time they finished taking her statement, every piece of useful evidence would have already disappeared if I left the investigation in their hands. I had no intention of making that mistake. Turning away from the observation window, I walked into the temporary command center my security team had established on the hospital’s private floor. Computer monitors displayed traffic footage, satellite images, financial records, and live updates from operatives spread across the city. The room fell silent the moment I entered. “Report.” My security chief stepped forward. “We’ve identified the vehicles involved in the collision.” He projected several photographs onto the largest screen. “The sedan that boxed Miss Dubois in was reported stolen three days ago. The truck that struck her was purchased

  • The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next   The Gala I

    Elara“I’m in town, Miss Dubois and I thought of reaching out to you. I hope you’ve been well? Three years ago, when you chose to walk out such a promising career, I didn't think I could advise you against it. Honestly, I believed it was your choice to make and hoped you were happy with it. But the

  • The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next   Returning Home

    ElaraTo say I was shocked to see her standing in my front door would be an understatement. Why was she here early? Did Louis know she arrived earlier than they planned? My eyes narrowed at her but that didn’t seem to faze her. The smug on her face only seemed to deepen. Ignoring me completely, sh

  • The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next   Enter, Mistress

    Elara“Celia is coming back?” the words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop it. I hated how weak and stupid I sounded, but I couldn’t take it back. Louis gave me a look like I was daft. He probably thought I was and that was why he never took me seriously. I’d spent three years trying to r

  • The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next   Giving You Want You Always Wanted

    ElaraThe water rushed over me, hot and forgiving, and for a few minutes I let myself pretend it could wash away more than just the day. Three years of this. Three years of standing under spray that never quite got warm enough, in a penthouse that never felt like home, waiting for a man who never l

فصول أخرى

قد تعجبك أيضًا

استكشاف وقراءة روايات جيدة مجانية
الوصول المجاني إلى عدد كبير من الروايات الجيدة على تطبيق GoodNovel. تنزيل الكتب التي تحبها وقراءتها كلما وأينما أردت
اقرأ الكتب مجانا في التطبيق
امسح الكود للقراءة على التطبيق
DMCA.com Protection Status