Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Kissed The Billionaire: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Chapter Thirty-Two.Sitting at the terrace of Randall's grand mansion, I watched the sun descend over the expansive estate, the golden rays glistening off the carefully trimmed maze garden that borders the property. I felt a sense of tranquility wash over me as I took in the view. But my peace was abruptly shattered by the sound of Randall’s phone ringing, followed by him snapping it up with an incredulous expression on his face.Bringing the cup of coffee to my lips, I looked at Randall waiting for him to pick up the phone.“Bencio?” Randall’s voice was laced with calmness and a hint of confusion.I leaned back in my chair, my curiosity piqued as I caught snippets of the conversation floating towards me through the warm, evening air. “Please don’t kill me,” Bencio’s voice echoed, making it hard for me to suppress a laugh. I stifled the chuckle, maintaining my composure as I watched Randall's expression turn alarmingly serious. “What do you mean my mother is coming over?” There was

Chapter Thirty-Four.“Tell me, what are your future plans together?” Amanesis pressed, leaning in with the tenacity of an investigator digging for answers.“I can’t exactly predict the future,” I replied playfully, “Perhaps something simple—cooking together, leisurely strolls through flower markets, and, of course, impromptu journeys to wine tastings.” “And maybe some historical tours too?” Randall injected with feigned seriousness, his lips quirked into a half-smile. “Just to keep her well-rounded.”“I’m sure it’ll only add to my charm!” I quipped back, feeding off his playful energy.“Honestly, the way you two interact, it warms my heart,” Amanesis exclaimed, her previous strict demeanor disappearing as her protective maternal instincts began to show through. “You both deserve happiness. And Randall, don’t you dare allow anyone else to distract you from what you have here.”Randall’s expression softened slightly, and he inclining his head slightly as a grateful acknowledgment.As l

Chapter Thirty-Six.The first thing I noticed about Randall’s penthouse wasn’t the view. It should have been—the glittering skyline stretched across floor-to-ceiling windows like a painting framed in moonlight, a sprawling cityscape shimmering beneath the dusk. But no. What struck me was the silence. It wasn’t the hollow, empty hush of my old bedroom in the Hall mansion, where the walls seemed to swallow every sound. No, this silence was different—heavy, almost tangible. Expectant. Like even the air here knew something was coming, something just out of reach, lurking beneath the surface.I closed the door behind me and let my body sink into the suede couch, dropping my overnight bag with a soft thud. The weight of the past few days pressed down on me like an invisible shroud. A marriage. An ambush from my mother-in-law. A hundred half-lies told with practiced smiles. All of it had left me drained—yet beneath the exhaustion, a strange new calm had begun to settle, fragile but persistent

Chapter Thirty-EightIt was close to midnight when I finally slipped into the living room, every step feeling heavier with exhaustion, yet somehow lighter with anticipation—like crossing a threshold I’d been afraid to approach for too long. The world outside still hummed with restless energy; cars streaked past the windows in blurred lines of neon, distant horns blaring, and the city’s pulse kept beating, relentless and alive. But inside, the space felt suspended in a fragile calm, a rare stillness that made my skin tingle with anticipation and dread all at once. The glow from the city seeped through the vast windows, casting shifting patterns across the room—pulsing, flickering shadows that danced across the furniture and walls. It was almost hypnotic, like the city itself was breathing in time with my racing thoughts. I moved softly, almost reverently, as if I was afraid to disturb the fragile quiet that had settled over the space, like a fragile glass waiting to shatter at the slig

Chapter Forty.The Hall Corporation tower loomed like a blade against the stormy Manhattan sky, its glass surface reflecting a tempest both inside and out. The clouds churned above, darkening the city’s skyline with a foreboding weight, mirroring the storm raging within me. My heels clicked sharply against the polished marble as I strode through the revolving doors, Randall to my right, Nero flanking my left. Their presence grounded me, but I needed no crutch today. Today, I was fire incarnate.“You don’t have to do this alone,” Randall had said just an hour before, as I adjusted the cuffs of my tailored suit in front of his mirror. His voice was low, calm, but there was a flicker of something fierce behind his eyes—trust, respect, and the promise of chaos. “But if you do, don’t forget why you’re walking in there. You’re not the girl who left this place in shambles. You’re the woman who’s come back to set it right.”I hadn’t answered him. I didn’t need to. My silence was a vow, a sile