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Chapter One Hundred and Twelve — One Week Later
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Priced By My Billionaire Nemesis Chapter One Hundred and Twelve — One Week Later
The phone rang a little after midnight, seven days after Evelyn’s fifth infusion, its sharp insistence cutting through the quiet in a way that did not belong to the hour. I woke to the sound of Adrian shifting beside me, his body already reacting before the second ring, breath changing as awareness surfaced. He reached for the phone without hesitation, sitting up as he answered, and I followed him out of sleep almost immediately, the stillness of the bedroom breaking without confusion or delay.Maria’s voice carried clearly enough that I could hear the tension in it even without the speaker on, stripped of its usual composure, urgency contained rather than dramatized. She did not exaggerate or rush her words, but the restraint itself carried weight, the way it does when someone knows exactly how serious a situation is and refuses to soften it with panic. Adrian listened without interrupting, his posture already alert, one hand braced against the mattress as though grounding himself wh
Priced By My Billionaire Nemesis Chapter One Hundred and Eight — Evelyn, Fifth Dose
The oncology wing no longer felt unfamiliar when we arrived that morning, and that recognition unsettled me more than I cared to admit. The corridors carried the same neutral palette and faint antiseptic scent they always had, but repetition had softened their edges, turning what should have remained clinical into something almost routine. Familiarity crept in quietly, disguising itself as competence, and I resisted the instinct to let it settle too comfortably.As usual we did not pass through the general waiting area. Instead, we were directed down a side corridor that branched away from the main flow of patients, its entrance discreetly marked and quietly staffed. The VVIP suite occupied a sealed section of the wing, designed for privacy rather than efficiency, its calm curated with deliberate intent. There were no rows of chairs, no low murmur of shared anxiety, no television looping daytime programming meant to distract. Access was immediate, unspoken, and unhurried, as though ti
Priced By My Billionaire Nemesis Chapter One Hundred and Nine – Hungry
Lena wrapped her arms around Adrian’s shoulders and pulled him toward her, not with urgency, but with certainty. Her hands settled there deliberately, fingers spreading as if to reassure herself that he was solid, real, exactly where she had chosen him to be. The contact grounded her, anchored her in the familiar weight of him and the quiet steadiness he carried.The kiss followed slowly. It was unhurried and intentional, shaped by decision rather than impulse. Her mouth met his with a warmth that lingered, a question asked softly and already answered in the way she stayed close instead of pulling back. She felt his breath change beneath her, the subtle shift of attention that told her he was fully present without overtaking the moment.Adrian followed her lead in the beginning with restraint that felt like trust rather than distance, his hands rising to her waist and resting there, open and steady. For a moment, he did not pull her closer. He did not guide. He simply held the space s
Priced By My Billionaire Nemesis Chapter One Hundred and Nine – What Was Held
Lena did not think about her birthday until the day itself arrived.It was not avoidance so much as reprioritization. The calendar had rearranged itself around other things. Meetings ran longer than planned. Calls came late and stretched past intention. Evenings ended earlier than expected, and mornings began before she had fully decided to be awake. Life had narrowed in a way that felt practical rather than diminished, and dates that once carried emotional weight now passed quietly, noticed only when something external insisted on being seen.The notification appeared while Lena was seated at the small table in the hospital lounge, her coffee cooling beside her untouched. She was reviewing blood counts she already knew by memory, scrolling more out of habit than necessity, her attention divided between the numbers on the screen and the distant hum of the building around her. A gray banner slid across the top of the display.Unavailable.She frowned briefly, distracted by the interrup
Priced By My Billionaire Nemesis Chapter One Hundred and Eight — Patience, Reconsidered
By midmorning, his irritation had not lifted, though it had refined itself into something quieter and more exacting. It was not anger, because anger announced loss of control and drew attention where none was needed. What settled into him instead was a controlled dissatisfaction, the kind that surfaced when resistance lasted longer than predicted and required recalibration rather than reaction.Lena had still not moved.No call had come through any channel he monitored. No message had arrived disguised as apology, logistics, or coincidence. No intermediary had tested the ground on her behalf, not openly and not obliquely. Days passed in orderly succession, then weeks, and still nothing broke the surface of the silence she had imposed.At first, he allowed for shock, because shock was reasonable when consequences landed too sharply and demanded time for the mind to reorganize itself. Then he allowed for fear, because fear usually turned inward before it turned outward, collapsing into
Priced By My Billionaire Nemesis Chapter One Hundred and Seven — Proof of Reach
Jaden did not pace. Pacing suggested agitation, and agitation suggested loss of control. He had learned long ago that control was not maintained through movement, but through stillness. He stood at the window of his office instead, hands folded neatly behind his back, posture composed and exact, watching the city operate beneath him with the same indifferent efficiency he demanded of himself.Traffic obeyed pattern. Pedestrians followed invisible routes carved by habit rather than choice. Money moved through hands and screens in places that did not look like transactions at all. Everything worked because people believed it was supposed to.Belief was leverage.Behind him, the office remained quiet in the expensive way that absorbed sound rather than echoing it. Dark wood lined the walls, polished but unadorned. Frosted glass filtered the daylight without offering transparency. There were no photographs, no personal effects, nothing that invited curiosity or sentiment. He had stripped
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