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All Chapters of NAKED LIES OF THE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

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CHAPTER 192

The question kept echoing inside my head over and over again, refusing to settle, refusing to leave me alone. It felt louder each time I asked it. Sharper.More terrifying. Am I living with a killer? The thought alone made my stomach twist violently.I stopped pacing for a second, my breathing uneven, then immediately started moving again because standing still somehow made everything worse. The room suddenly felt smaller than usual, tighter, suffocating almost. Like the walls knew something I didn’t.Like they had been silently watching this entire time. I dragged my hands through my hair roughly, trying to think straight, but my thoughts kept colliding into each other too quickly.No. No, maybe I was overreacting. Maybe there was another explanation. Maybe, But every time I tried to soften the thought, something pulled me right back into it. The strange behavior.The things that weren’t adding up. And suddenly every little detail I had ignored before came rushing back all at once, r

CHAPTER 193

My house didn’t look the same anymore.The moment I stepped fully inside, the realization hit me harder than expected.Not because the structure had changed.Not because anything major was different.But because it no longer felt lived in.It felt abandoned.Quiet in a way that made my chest ache slightly. I slowly shut the door behind me, the soft click echoing through the apartment louder than it should have.Then silence.Complete silence.I stood there for a few seconds without moving, my duffel bag still hanging from my shoulder, my eyes slowly scanning around the living room.Dust.Everywhere.Thin layers of it rested on surfaces I used to touch daily without thinking.The television stand.The shelves.The center table.Even the picture frames looked dull now.Like time had settled on everything while I was gone.I swallowed slowly and stepped further inside.My footsteps felt unfamiliar here now, As if I was walking through someone else’s home instead of mine.I moved toward t

CHAPTER 194

The cleaner had finished cleaning almost two hours later. And the difference was immediate. The apartment no longer felt abandoned. It finally looked lived in again. Not fully. Not emotionally. But visually at least, it looked like someone belonged here. The floors were spotless now, reflecting the soft afternoon light coming through the windows. The stale smell that had greeted me earlier was completely gone, replaced with the fresh scent of detergent, lemon disinfectant, and fabric spray. Even the air felt lighter. Breathable. I sat quietly on the couch for a moment, taking it all in while listening to the last few sounds of movement around the apartment. Cabinets closing. Cleaning supplies zipping up. Soft footsteps. The cleaner emerged from the hallway a few seconds later, wiping her hands lightly on a small towel she carried over her shoulder. “All done now, ma’am,” she said with a small smile. I looked around again slowly. She wasn’t exaggerating. The

CHAPTER 195

I decided to do some investigating myself. At this point, waiting around for answers felt useless. Every conversation felt incomplete, every situation half-hidden behind vague statements and careful behavior.And honestly? I was tired of feeling confused. So I grabbed my laptop from the side of the bed and pulled it onto my lap before opening my browser again.For a second, my fingers hovered above the keyboard. Then slowly, I typed:‘Adrian CEO Aurex Media’The name stared back at me from the search bar for a brief moment before I pressed enter. The page loaded quickly. And immediately, photos flooded the screen.Professional photos. Public photos. Adrian smiling at cameras.Adrian shaking hands with politicians and businessmen. Adrian standing confidently on red carpets in expensive suits. Adrian at gala nights, charity events, business conferences.Every image looked polished, Nothing about what I saw screamed accomplice to murder. The kind of perfection rich men built carefully o

CHAPTER 196

My eyes flew open suddenly.The sharp ringtone of my phone sliced through the silence of the apartment so abruptly that for a second I didn’t even know where I was.I blinked repeatedly, disoriented.The room was darker now.The soft evening light that had filled the apartment earlier had disappeared, replaced by dim shadows stretching quietly across the walls.I must’ve slept off.I groaned softly and stretched slightly against the bed, my body feeling heavy and stiff from sleeping in an awkward position. One arm was numb beneath me, and my neck ached faintly as I pushed myself upright.The ringtone kept going. I reached blindly toward the bedside table, still half asleep, searching for my phone.The moment my fingers wrapped around it and I looked at the screen, My entire body reacted instantly. My eyes widened sharply.A wave of moisture spread across my skin almost immediately, sudden nervous heat prickling against my arms and neck.The blackmailer.For a second, I just stared at

CHAPTER 197

A few days had passed. And strangely enough,With time, I had slowly adjusted to the hollowness of my home. Not completely. Not in a healthy way exactly.But enough that the silence no longer felt shocking every time I woke up. Enough that I stopped jumping at every random sound in the apartment.I had spent most of those days indoors. Completely indoors. No outings. Just me. And the apartment.At some point during the week, I started rearranging the place little by little. Not intentionally at first. It began with moving a pillow. Then adjusting the curtains. Then changing where the lamp stood. And somehow that turned into reorganizing almost everything. I shifted the couch closer to the window.Moved books around. Changed the placement of picture frames. Ordered softer throw blankets online. Candles too. Warm scented ones. Vanilla. Cinnamon. Something comforting, Something that made the apartment feel less emotionally cold. And honestly? The place got cozier by the day.It slowly sto

CHAPTER 198

I paused before opening the door fully. Something about unexpected visitors immediately made me cautious now, Maybe because paranoia had quietly become part of my daily routine. I leaned slightly toward the peephole and looked through it carefully. An old man stood outside. Definitely older. Probably in his late fifties or early sixties. He wore a faded delivery uniform that looked slightly too big for him, the fabric wrinkled heavily around the sleeves and shoulders. His posture looked exhausted, like standing itself required effort. Beside him rested a medium-sized box. Plain. Brown. Nothing written boldly across it. No visible company logo either. Immediately, confusion settled inside me. I frowned slightly. I stayed still for another second, studying him through the peephole carefully. He didn’t look threatening. Just tired. Very tired. Eventually, curiosity outweighed hesitation and I unlocked the door slowly before opening it halfway. The old man looked up immediately. “Hi

CHAPTER 199

“Alright,” I said quietly, though my eyes remained fixed on him for a few seconds longer.The old man simply nodded politely.Then he turned away slowly, heading back through the garage area with tired steps.I stood by the doorway watching him leave. The evening air drifted faintly into the house, cool against my skin, carrying the scent of dust and damp concrete from outside. The weeds near the garage shifted lightly as he passed them, brushing against the lower part of his trousers. Eventually he disappeared beyond the gate.I slowly shut the door and locked it immediately before turning toward the living room. The box suddenly felt heavier now that I was alone with it.I walked toward the center table carefully and placed it down there. For a second, I just stared at it. Still sealed. What could possibly be inside?My mind immediately jumped through possibilities. Documents? Money? Something illegal? Something dangerous?A strange mixture of curiosity and dread settled heavily in

CHAPTER 200

I kept staring at the tiny body cam for a few more seconds, trying to process what exactly I was holding, holding surveillance equipment in my lap like some unwilling criminal recruit.I exhaled shakily and looked back down at the letter again. Then another thought hit me. Hard. If they trusted me with this much equipment already…Then whatever the next task was, It was going to be much bigger than the last one. I carefully placed it back onto the table beside the clip mic before picking up the phone again.For a brief second, I hesitated. Then slowly, I pressed the power button. The screen lit up almost immediately. I readjusted myself properly against the couch, the duvet still wrapped loosely around my legs as I held the phone carefully in both hands. The device loaded quickly. Too quickly. No setup process. No “Welcome.” No language selection. No account prompts. None of the normal things that came with a brand-new phone. It simply opened. Like someone had already spent time conf

CHAPTER 201

News about the campaign had spread everywhere. Television stations. Blogs. Business magazines. Social media. Everywhere you looked, people were talking about it. The anticipation alone was enough to pull attention from across the globe. Because this wasn’t just some ordinary company competition. This was Skybound versus Aurex. Two giants. Two firms people constantly compared even when neither openly acknowledged the rivalry.Other firms participated too, of course. A lot of them actually. Powerful companies with impressive portfolios and wealthy investors. But if everyone was being honest? Most people already knew where the real attention belonged. Skybound. And Aurex.The two names practically dominated every conversation surrounding the campaign. And now that the official dates had been announced, tension had quietly started building again. Even through television screens and online interviews, people could sense it.That silent rivalry. That polished corporate hostility hidden bene

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