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The Billionaire That Couldn’t Let Her Go MORNING
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-TWO: MORNINGSERENA'S POVThe master suite was cool. The air from the vents brushed my bare shoulders while the space under the duvet stayed warm with the heat of two bodies that had finally stopped running from each other. I lay on my side and watched Caspian sleep. The sharp lines around his mouth had eased. The constant control he wore like armor was gone. His dark hair fell across his forehead, one arm rested heavy over the sheet near my waist. He looked younger. Peaceful in a way the last months had almost made me forget was possible.I reached out and traced a fingertip along the edge of his jaw without waking him. The skin was warm. My chest felt tight with something that was not fear for once. We had survive and somehow we had ended up back in this bed with the door locked and the rest of the world shut out.I decided I did not want him to wake the ordinary way.I shifted carefully under the heavy duvet, the sheet whispered against my skin as I m
The Billionaire That Couldn’t Let Her Go THE FINAL GHOST OF THE PAST
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-ONE: THE FINAL GHOST OF THE PASTCASPIAN’S POVThe room was smaller than the one where Bianca visited Damian. This was a sterile, suffocating little box containing only a bolted metal table and two chairs separated by reinforced security glass.I stood in the center of the room, my hands buried in my pocket, my eyes fixed on the door across the glass partition.A moment later, a pair of armed guards escorted her in.Helena Laurent looked a fraction of the woman who had once commanded the Laurent boardroom with elegance. Her silver hair was unstyled, falling loosely around her gaunt face, and the expensive designer suits had been replaced by a coarse jumpsuit. Yet, even in handcuffs, her posture remained rigid, her chin lifted with that same stubborn, unyielding arrogance that had defined every waking hour of her war against my father and me.She sat down slowly, the heavy metal chair scraping against the floor. She looked up through the smudged glass, h
The Billionaire That Couldn’t Let Her Go A PROMISE IN THE DARK
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY: A PROMISE IN THE DARKBIANCA’S POVThe iron door groaned on its hinges as the security guard unlocked the visiting booth.I stepped inside, my boots sounding softly against the floor. The room was sterile and silent, smelling faintly of bleach, damp stone. But the moment my eyes crossed the room, every cold, uncomfortable detail vanished into the background.Damian was sitting at the bolted metal table.He was wearing the standard orange jumpsuit, his dark hair slightly unkempt, his sharp jawline was now covered with beards. He looked tired, his broad frame slouched slightly against the plastic chair but the second his eyes locked onto mine, that tireness melted away. His dark eyes flared with that brilliant, fierce intensity that had drawn me into hiskorbit three years ago.A slow, crooked smirk touched the corner of his lips."Look who actually kept her promise," Damian murmured, his raspy, gravelly voice echoing softly through the booth."I always
The Billionaire That Couldn’t Let Her Go SEASON OF PROMISES
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-NINE: SEASON OF PROMISESSerena’s POVThe first snowfall of the season had transformed the estate into a breathtaking winter sanctuary. Thick, fluffy snow covered the sprawling manicured lawns, weighing down the pine branches along the driveway.While inside, the towering, fifteen-foot tree stood proudly in the center of the grand foyer, its branches draped in fairy lights, glass ornaments, and silver ribbons. The scent of pine, roasted chestnuts, and spiced cinnamon drifted through every hallway."If you drop that ornament, Lucas, I swear I'll let Bianca use your physical therapy resistance bands to tie you to the stair railing," I called out, laughing as I walked into the foyer carrying a tray of hot cocoa topped with marshmallows.Lucas was balanced precariously on the third rung of ao stepladder, trying to hook a crystal star onto one of the upper branches."I have perfect balance, thank you very much!" Lucas shot back, though he quickly used his fr
The Billionaire That Couldn’t Let Her Go GATHERING AT THE TABLE
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-EIGHT: GATHERING AT THE TABLESerena’s POVThe aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm buttered croissants drifted up the grand staircase, coaxing me out of the plush sanctuary of our bedroom.I smoothed down the front of my sweater, sliding my hands into the pockets of my silk trousers as I walked down the steps. The morning sun poured through the soaring arched windows, painting the marble floors in long streaks of warm, golden light.For the first time in forever the estate didn't feel like a sprawling, empty museum dedicated to silent grief. It felt alive.When I stepped into the sunlit breakfast nook overlooking the formal gardens, I stopped in my tracks, a sweet, overwhelming wave of warmth expanding in my chest.Sitting at the oval marble table was my family.Lucas was buried behind his phone, lazily buttering a slice of sourdough toast while sipping orange juice. Across from him sat Bianca, dressed in an oversized knit sweater she had borrowed f
The Billionaire That Couldn’t Let Her Go SANCTUARY AND SHADOWS
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-SEVEN: SANCTUARY AND SHADOWSBianca’s POVThe morning light filtering through the sheer silk drapes of the guest suite was soft, warm, and entirely strange from what I was used to. I never liked a bright room.I blinked my eyes open slowly, staring up at the intricate crown molding of the high ceiling. The mattress beneath me was impossibly plush, swallowed in hcotton that felt nothing like the thin, sagging cots of the shelters, the worn leather of cheap motel beds, or the cold concrete floors I had known for the last ten years.For a second, panic flared in my chest. The instinctual, survivalist fear that I was in a trap. But then the soft, familiar scent of lavender and fresh linen washed over me, and the reality of where I was settled heavily into my bones.I was at the Laurent estate.After the chaotic storm outside my sister's apartment, Serena had put her hands on her hips, looked me dead in the eye with a stubborn, unyielding expression she got wh
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