All Chapters of Mr Billionaire wants a bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

TRISTAN“Take us home,” I told the driver the moment the door shut behind us. I was in no mood to be at this event for even a second longer and it was very obvious.He simply nodded, as the car pulled away from the curb smoothly. Thankfully, there wasn’t much media outside the event anymore and we could make our escape peacefully because I would have hated having to face them in this mood.The silence between in the car was too loud, and I hated that I was the one who had created it. I kept my gaze forward, jaw clenched, replaying images of everything in my head.They certainly were too close to each other. What the fuck was all of that giggling?“It wasn’t so bad,” Seraphina said beside me. “The dinner, I mean.”I could already tell what she was doing. Testing the waters to see if my anger was directed at her or something else.I didn’t answer even though I knew that it would make everything so much worse. She shifted slightly in her seat, crossed her legs, uncrossed them. I could fe

SERAPHINA“You look like hell.”I didn’t look up when Darren walked into my office. I was already three reports deep into projected cost breakdowns for Requiem, my screen glowing too brightly against the headache forming at my temples.The whole thought behind this was that if I drowned myself in enough spreadsheets and feasibility models, maybe I wouldn’t think about last night. Or Tristan, or even the fact that he had called our kiss a mistake like it had been nothing more than a misplaced signature.“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I replied dryly, still typing.He closed the door behind him and I could still feel his eyes on me.“You seem to be going quite up the ladder here.” He said after a few seconds of silence.“What do you want, Darren?” I asked impatiently. “As you can see, I do not have time for your theatrics today. If you are not here to help then you might as well leave.”“I heard you were at the Castille charity event yesterday,” he said casually. “How did you manag

TRISTAN “I’m not staying for dinner.” That was the first thing I said when one of the maids greeted me at the door. She had already begun to ask if she should set the table when I loosened my tie and stepped inside. Deep down I actually wanted her to because I could already feel the exhaustion gnawing at me. “Should I inform the kitchen to…” But I couldn’t afford to do that. “Don’t bother,” I interrupted, softer this time. “I have another meeting in a couple of minutes. I just came to grab a few things.” She nodded and stepped aside. The house felt unusually quiet, as I climbed the stairs two at a time, my mind still replaying the scene from earlier at the office. Darren’s stuttering and Seraphina’s trembling voice. The way her eyes had glistened when she spoke about trying to handle everything on her own. I had not seen her that distraught before and at that moment all I wanted to do was protect her. I slowed down when I reached the corridor. Her door was just ahead and

TRISTAN“What the fuck is this?” I asked, as I stared at the photograph in Julian’s hand.I could already tell from his voice when he called me that something was wrong. He didn’t sit down when he entered my study. He didn’t bother with pleasantries either. He had walked straight in, shut the door behind him, and tossed the picture onto my desk like a grenade.“Please tell me this is some sort of skit,” he said, voice tight. “Because what the fuck, Tristan?”It was very unusual to see Julian this tensed up and it had made me sit up to see what he actually meant and then I felt my pulse slow down instead of spike. That was always my reaction when something truly dangerous appeared.I picked up the photo and everything inside me went still.It was us. Me and Seraphina from the night before in the office.Her back slightly arched toward me. My hand cupping her face. Our lips locked in passion that I could still feel even now.“What…” I stuttered, as I held it up at an angle.The picture

TRISTAN“Please tell me you have something for me.” I said, as I stood by the window in my study.I had decided to work from home after everything that had happened earlier with Seraphina. I had told myself it was because I needed quiet, but the truth was that I had expected to talk with her today. In fact, I had been on my way to her room when I heard her phone ring.I hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. I had stopped outside her door because I’d been planning to knock to tell her about the photo Julian had shown me, to figure out how to manage the fallout before it exploded in our faces. Instead, I had heard her voice.She sounded shaken. Filled with so much panic, as she uttered the words, “I am on my way. We will talk when I get there.”There had been something in her tone that unsettled me, but I couldn’t tell exactly what it was.I hadn’t said a word about it when we ran into each other in the hallway. I had smiled. I had told her we needed to talk, and she had brushed me off like I was