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Chapter Thirty-Eight — The Guest Room
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Priced By My Billionaire Nemesis Chapter Forty-Nine — The Conversation I Had to Fake
The cold night air hit me first.Not harshly—just enough to remind me that the room we’d left behind was too warm, too full of polished surfaces and curated smiles. Adrian walked ahead to speak with the valet, his posture straight, composed, already in control of whatever came next.My mother drifted toward him, chatting softly, still flushed with excitement.My father lingered.He watched them for a long moment—Adrian’s expensive coat catching the light, my mother glowing under it—before he turned to me.“Walk with me for a second,” he murmured.I nodded.We stepped toward the edge of the courtyard where the restaurant’s lights bled into the snow-dusted pavement. The fountain behind us whispered, a low hush of water that made everything else seem farther away.My father didn’t speak at first.He rubbed his hands together, the way he always did when he was nervous, or cold, or thinking harder than he wanted anyone to notice. His coat was too thin for this weather. He hadn’t bought a n
Priced By My Billionaire Nemesis Chapter Forty-Eight — The Dinner Promise
The car pulled up to the private drive of an impossibly expensive restaurant—marble pillars, warm lights, a doorman already stepping forward. Adrian exited first, then extended a hand toward me out of sheer obligation.I placed my hand in his briefly—his grip firm, impersonal, electric in all the wrong ways. He released me the moment my feet touched the ground and began walking toward the entrance at a pace that forced me to keep up but never catch up.He opened the door for me.We stepped inside.The warmth of the chandeliers washed over us, the murmur of wealthy diners creating a low hum. A host approached, smiling professionally.“Mr. Vale, your party has arrived.” Adrian nodded. “We’ll join them.”I exhaled slowly, quietly.He walked ahead of me.I followed with a careful, graceful stride—chin lifted, eyes composed, the perfect daughter coming to dinner with her fiancé.But inside, everything hurt.We approached the table.My parents rose immediately—my mother’s eyes lighting up,
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
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