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A NIGHT WITH THE HANDSOME BILLIONAIRE chapter 22
The car was too quiet.Not peaceful but controlled.Ruth noticed it the moment the door shut behind her. The kind of silence money bought. Soundproofed. Engine tuned low. Glass thick enough to shut the world out.She sat stiffly in the back seat, arms folded tight across her chest, gaze fixed on the window. The city slid past in muted lights and blurred shapes, like she was watching life through a screen she could no longer touch.Leonard sat opposite her.Not beside her.Opposite.!!! A choice.His posture was composed, spine straight, hands resting loosely on his thighs. If she hadn’t known him, she might have mistaken it for calm. She knew better. This was restraint. The kind that cracked concrete if pushed too far.Neither of them spoke.Good. Her body had started to betray her now that the danger had passed. A tremor in her hands. A dull, spreading ache deep in her stomach that pulsed every time the car slowed or turned.She ignored it.She refused to give him another reason to
A NIGHT WITH THE HANDSOME BILLIONAIRE chapter 21
Leonard didn’t slow down.The city bled past the windows in streaks of white and red, but his focus stayed sharp, coiled tight around one thing Ruth. Alive or not. Breathing or not. Everything else was noise.The call replayed in his head again and again.She’s resilient.A taunt. A promise. A warning.He’d let too many people believe they could touch what was his.Never again.“East side,” Leonard said, voice low. “Warehouse corridor. Pull up three blocks out.”The driver obeyed without question.Leonard adjusted his cufflinks, fingers steady despite the storm ripping through his chest. Anger sat beneath his calm like a loaded weapon. Someone had taken her because of him. Used her as bait because they knew exactly where to strike.That truth burned worse than fear.They stepped out into the cold night. The warehouse loomed ahead, hollow and dark, its windows blind, its silence wrong. Too clean. Too controlled.Leonard lifted a hand. His men spread out, shadows dissolving into corn
A NIGHT WITH THE HANDSOME BILLIONAIRE chapter 20
Ruth woke to the sound of metal. Not loud. Not crashing. Just a soft, deliberate click the kind that didn’t belong to a house settling or pipes adjusting. The kind that knew exactly what it was doing. Her eyes snapped open.For a moment, nothing made sense. The ceiling above her was wrong. Too low. Too bare. No familiar cracks. No faint water stain shaped like a bird she used to trace with her eyes while lying on her couch. This ceiling was smooth, pale, and utterly unfamiliar. Her breath hitched. Memory came back like a blow the silence, the missing test, the slow, sick realization that her life had been folded neatly into someone else’s plan and tucked away. She didn’t move.She lay still on the cold floor, cheek pressed to tile, muscles screaming, every nerve pulled tight as wire. Her fingers curled slightly, nails scraping grit she didn’t remember being there. The sound came again. A door, Not opening, Locking. Her heart slammed hard against her ribs. They’re here
A NIGHT WITH THE HANDSOME BILLIONAIRE chapter 19
Ruth pressed her back against the wall, knees drawn to her chest, hands trembling as they hovered over her stomach. The apartment was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that waited, that listened, that remembered. Every faint tick of the clock, every hum of the refrigerator, even the distant rumble of the street sounded like a warning.She hadn’t realized how long she’d been sitting there, rocking slightly, her forehead pressed to her knees. Her fingers traced patterns on the floor, searching for control in the grooves of the tiles. But control was gone,Someone had been here. Gone through her things. Taken what she had refused to even acknowledge.Her pulse spiked,her stomach twisted, Her chest burned.The test.Gone.Her throat ached. She wanted to scream, to shatter the apartment with her voice, but no sound came. She pressed her hands over her mouth instead, teeth biting down on her own fingers until the pain made her focus.“They’re using you. They’re using you to get to hi
A NIGHT WITH THE HANDSOME BILLIONAIRE chapter 18
Ruth woke up choking on air.The scream tore out of her before she understood where she was, ripped from her chest like something feral and terrified. Her body jerked upright, lungs burning, heart slamming so violently it made her dizzy. The sound echoed once too clean, too contained before vanishing into silence.Not her room.The realization hit instantly, cold and sharp.Her eyes flew open fully.White walls. Too white. No cracks. No framed art. No shadows where things had once been. Just smooth, uninterrupted surfaces and a ceiling light recessed perfectly into place, glowing softly like it had been designed never to flicker.She sucked in another breath. And another.The bed beneath her was unfamiliar—firm, expensive, tucked with hospital precision. The sheets smelled faintly of detergent and something antiseptic underneath. Not home. Not even close.Her hands moved on instinct, patting her arms, her sides, her stomach.Clothes. Different clothes.A thin cotton sleep shirt clung
A NIGHT WITH THE HANDSOME BILLIONAIRE chapter 17
The world came back in fragments.Sound first, the low hum of voices, the scrape of a chair leg, the hiss of an espresso machine somewhere too close. Then light, filtered and wrong, pressing against Ruth’s eyelids like she’d been underwater too long.She opened her eyes.The café ceiling stared back at her, blurred at the edges. Leonard’s arm was around her shoulders, solid and warm, his hand firm against her upper back as if he were anchoring her to the chair she hadn’t remembered sitting in.Her stomach lurched.She pulled away sharply.“I’m fine,” she said, though the word tasted false.Leonard didn’t argue. That, more than anything, made her chest tighten. He simply watched her too carefully like someone cataloging symptoms instead of listening to words.Across the table, Chloe was already standing.She looked pleased.Not openly. Chloe was too polished for that. But there was a lightness to her posture now, a subtle ease that hadn’t been there when she’d walked in. As if something
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