Lahat ng Kabanata ng One Night Stand With Her Billionaire CEO: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Isla had met with Ezra that week, and they talked about which dress would be for the final bow. Emma and her team's design were shown to him. He loved it, but he also checked out the rest of the other designers' work. He didn't want Isla to suspect anything, and he wanted a fair review.Emma was good at her work—he was aware of that, and that was why she got promoted to level six quickly—but he felt some other designs could also compete with the one Emma had created. To be honest, none of them stood a chance, and Isla had told him that her imagination wouldn't beat what Emma had created.He approved the dress and was happy for her. He even planned that they would go out for drinks to celebrate.When the news broke, everyone congratulated Emma and her team for their design being chosen for the final bow. It was a big deal. It was going to be given its own spotlight, showcased last and in a dramatic way. It was a dress that would take its time to be revealed to the crowd.Level Six was

Scott winced at the nurse’s touch as she patted his bruised lips with clean cotton wool to reduce the bleeding. His left eye was swollen, and his right hand knuckle was already bandaged.“It stings. Gentle,” he said to the nurse.The boys had taken him to a private room at the hospital after the fight that had happened only minutes ago. Scott had jumped on his half-brother and punched the hell out of him. But Isaac hadn’t held back either. He had punched Scott back in the face, and the two of them had started throwing punches—blows to the stomach, kicks to the legs. They had even rolled on the floor, taking turns as they fought each other.The boys had wanted to intervene and separate them, but Scott had stopped them mid-track. He had been looking forward to this fight ever since he learned he had a brother—one his father had outside before he married his mother.When Isaac was brought into the Jones home, it was the beginning of chaos. His mother had died, and Kingsley Jones couldn’t

The Jones home had always been a place Scott disliked entering. Ever since his mother left the mansion, the house had stopped feeling like home. He had everything he could ever want growing up—wealth, privileges, attention—but it all seemed to crumble the day Isaac came into his life.Scott had been spoiled, accustomed to his parents’ love and care. But as his father changed, growing distant and cold, that love faded, and Scott began to feel neglected. He hadn’t visited the mansion since he left for college. For years, he stayed in a shared apartment, only moving into the hotel when he was finally able to manage it on his own. That was four years ago, when he became the owner of The Empire.Kingsley didn’t believe Scott was capable of running the property and refused to let him manage it entirely on his own. Behind the scenes, Kingsley oversaw much of the operations. When he and his ex-wife divorced, she asked for one favor: that their son be given the hotel to manage when he was old

Emma left backstage before 6pm, moving quickly toward the exit. On her way out, she ran into Winter. Winter had been waiting by the entrance, peeking her head out every few seconds. People had told her she would find Miss Facer backstage, but Winter didn’t want to trespass, so she decided to wait outside. Ten minutes passed. If she had Emma’s number, she would have called. She also didn’t want to disturb her brother, who was busy talking to people.When Emma stepped outside, she froze when she saw Winter. Her heart jumped, and she placed a hand on her chest, trying to calm herself. “You scared me.”“Oh, sorry about that,” Winter laughed nervously, rocking on her heels.Emma stood straight, steadying herself. “Are you waiting for someone?” Her eyes darted around, but there were only a few workers walking about. Some of them were transporting the things they had brought to the venue back into the van that would take everything to the company.“Nope. I came here for you.”“Oh.” Emma’s

The wind blew strongly, and the sound of thunder could be heard—and lightning was seen. It had been raining for almost an hour, and it had come unexpectedly.“Are you sure you still want to go back home tonight? The rain is coming on strong. It refuses to stop,” Phoebe said, pulling the curtains closed and stepping away from the window.Emma put down her empty cup of hot tea and sighed. She lifted her head to look at Phoebe, who stood just a few inches away with her hands on her hips.“I don’t have a choice.” Emma exhaled, rubbing her palms together. “Zoe knows I am coming back home tonight. We have this new thing where we have to keep our promises and say the truth. Friends don’t lie to one another—that is our new pledge. If I stay over, it means lying or changing plans. I don’t want to change the plans.”Phoebe groaned softly, dragging a hand down her face. “You are not changing any plans. The unexpected rain is.” She gestured toward the window. “And I can’t let you go into this abu