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Chapter Forty-Five — The Price of Silence
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Priced By My Billionaire Nemesis Chapter Forty- Seven - Lena - Aftermath
I didn’t move at first.The door had slammed, the frame still trembling, but the silence afterward was so absolute that it felt like a vacuum. My back slid down the wall until I was sitting on the floor, my knees pulled to my chest, breath trembling in and out of me like it was trying to escape too.I don’t know how long I stayed there.Long enough for the shock to dissolve into pain.Long enough for pain to slide into humiliation.Long enough for humiliation to swell into something sharp enough to breathe.When I finally stood, my legs threatened to give out. I pushed myself into the bathroom and locked the door behind me—not because I thought he’d come in, but because I needed one place in this penthouse where his voice couldn’t reach me.The mirror was merciless.Red nose.Blotchy cheeks.Eyes swollen, still shimmering with tears.I braced both hands on the counter, leaned forward, and let the sobs come—silent at first, then ragged, my chest folding in on itself. My reflection blur
Priced By My Billionaire Nemesis Chapter Forty-Six — Adrian
The ring stared back at him like an accusation carved into stone.The heart-shaped sapphire—bright, deliberate, symbolic—lay abandoned on the dresser as if it meant nothing. Adrian sat on the edge of the bed, elbows braced on his knees, staring at that brutal flash of blue until the cold inside him thickened into something heavy and corrosive. The longer he looked, the clearer the conclusion became—not because it made sense, but because fury always writes its own version of the truth.She took it off.She left without telling him.She came back in different clothes—clothes that had not been the ones folded neatly on the bed when he left her.There was only one conclusion his mind allowed.She had been with a man.A man who mattered.A man she didn’t want to know she was engaged.Jaden.The name itself scraped across his restraint like broken glass.The front door clicked open. Soft footsteps. Hesitant, careful, as if bracing for an argument she already knew she would lose. He didn’t l
Priced By My Billionaire Nemesis Chapter Forty-Five — The Price of Silence
The penthouse was cold when I stepped inside, not in temperature but in atmosphere—quiet, stainless, untouched, as if I were entering a place that had never expected me to return. The lights glowed softly along the entryway molding, reflecting in the polished marble floors. I stood there for a moment without moving, as if crossing the threshold had somehow changed me. Maybe it had. Nothing about me felt the same as it had this morning.Adrian’s voice still echoed in my mind, clipped and dismissive, as if the tenderness in the atrium had been a shared hallucination. The lock clicked behind me, sealing me inside a world that wasn’t mine and never would be, no matter how many contracts I signed or rings I wore. I stripped off my coat slowly, placing it over the arm of a sleek chair, and wandered deeper inside. The penthouse smelled faintly of cedar and something colder—sterile like a hotel suite, but more deliberate, like everything here had been chosen, placed, curated.My phone buzzed
Priced By My Billionaire Nemesis Chapter Forty-Four — Lena
The moment we stepped into the atrium, warmth enveloped us—sunlight spilling through tall winter-glass windows, the scent of fresh pine garlands curled along the staircase, soft classical music drifting from somewhere unseen. Staff members moved like quiet shadows around the edges of the vast room, adjusting winter-white roses and pale peonies arranged in crystal vases.It felt like stepping into a world built for someone else.Someone softer.Someone worthy.His mother looked up from the long dining table, expectation flickering across her face—only to ignite into radiant, unmistakable joy when she saw me.“Lena!”Her voice cracked.She stood so abruptly her chair scraped against the marble floor. In the next breath, she was crossing the room toward me—arms opening, eyes already shining.I barely had time to inhale before she folded me into her embrace, warm and trembling with relief.“You came,” she whispered, pressing her cheek against mine. Her hands framed my face, thumbs strokin
Priced By My Billionaire Nemesis Chapter Forty-Three — The Woman on His Bed
Adrian woke before dawn.Habit, not rest, pulled him out of sleep—years of conditioning forcing his mind to surface before his body was ready. His breath steadied first, slow and controlled. Then awareness spread through him in a cold, steady wave.Warmth pressed faintly against his side.Unfamiliar warmth.He turned his head—and froze.Lena lay inches from him.Her dark lashes fanned softly against her cheeks, her breath slow and even, lips parted slightly in the easy rhythm of deep sleep. A strand of hair had fallen across her mouth, and one hand rested near his pillow—curled loosely, fragile, trusting without meaning to.She must have drifted toward him in the night.The realization struck like a low, uninvited voltage down his spine.He should move.He should put distance between them.He should retreat to the rigid lines he redrew yesterday with every cold word and decisive action.But he didn’t move.He simply watched the rise and fall of her breathing—small, soft, unguarded. Sh
Priced By My Billionaire Nemesis Chapter Forty-One — The Gilded Cage Begins
For a long moment after the pen left the page, I couldn’t move.The room was too quiet without him in it—so quiet the sound of my own breathing felt intrusive. I set the pen down and forced my fingers to unclench, but the tremor remained. The contract lay open on the counter, my signature dark and stark against the paper, the ink still drying like a bruise.I didn’t go after him.I couldn’t.Instead, I pulled the document closer and finally read what I had just agreed to.Clause by clause, the reality sank in—relocation, exclusivity, fiduciary oversight, public alignment, termination penalties. A year of my life outlined in sterile legal language, every line tightening around me with slow, deliberate precision.Fifteen minutes passed. Maybe more.I was still standing exactly where he left me, almost pressed into the counter—as if stillness might make the decision less real.The door to the study opened behind me.Adrian stepped out, face expressionless, gaze sweeping the kitchen once
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