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Chapter 178 - Love On Paper
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The Billionaire Who Bought Me The Moon Chapter 170: The King’s New Court
Silas Hale did not mind the smell of bleach or the scratchy texture of the thin, white sheets in the prison infirmary. To a man who had spent forty years living in the shadows, a prison cell was just another room. It was a space with walls, a floor, and a ceiling. It was a controlled environment, and Silas Hale had always been at his best when the boundaries were clearly defined. He lay back against the stiff pillow, his eyes closed, listening to the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor attached to his finger. He knew the doctors were watching that monitor in the other room. He knew they saw a frail, elderly man whose heart was struggling under the stress of a federal arrest.He had faked the chest pains the moment the handcuffs had touched his wrists. It was a simple, logical move. A man in a high-security cell is a prisoner, but a man in a hospital bed is a patient. A patient has rights. A patient has visitors. A patient is allowed a level of privacy that a common criminal is denied.
The Billionaire Who Bought Me The Moon Chapter 178 - Love On Paper
The first thing I felt was the warmth of the sun on my face. It was a strange sensation, one I hadn't truly felt in what felt like years. It wasn't the cold, artificial blue light of the bunker or the strobe-like flashes of the police sirens. It was just a quiet, Tuesday morning sun, filtering through the thick glass of a hospital window. The air smelled of lemon-scented floor cleaner and the faint, sweet scent of a new life.I didn't open my eyes right away. I wanted to stay in that moment of peace for just a few seconds longer. My body felt heavy and hollow, a strange combination of total exhaustion and the physical relief of no longer carrying the weight of another human being inside me. I felt the soft texture of the hospital gown and the rhythmic, steady beep of a heart monitor that wasn't mine.Then, I heard it. A small, soft sound. It was somewhere between a sigh and a whistle.I opened my eyes and turned my head slowly. In a small, clear plastic bassinet next to my bed, wrappe
The Billionaire Who Bought Me The Moon Chapter 177 - The Breaking Point
The stairs felt like they were miles long. Every step was a battle against the weight of my own body and the thick, white gas that still clung to the fabric of my clothes. Nora was under my arm, her shoulder acting as a crutch, her breathing coming in ragged, terrified gasps. We were climbing out of the belly of the beast, leaving the blinking red lights and the melting servers behind, but the air above didn't feel any safer. It felt like we were trading one cage for another, one made of rain and concrete and the prying eyes of a thousand strangers.Then, the first real contraction hit.It wasn't a kick. It wasn't the dull ache I had been carrying for weeks. It was a white-hot ring of fire that tightened around my waist and pulled everything inward. I stopped dead on the concrete landing, my fingers digging into Nora’s arm so hard I knew I would leave bruises. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. The world narrowed down to the sensation of my own muscles betraying me, forcing the fut
The Billionaire Who Bought Me The Moon Chapter 176 - No Fear
Silas Hale did not cough as the white gas began to swirl around his knees. He stood perfectly still, even as the woman in the lab coat fled toward the emergency stairs and the red emergency lights turned his skin the color of a fresh wound. To Silas, the gas was just a chemical reaction: a mixture of nitrogen and carbon dioxide meant to suppress a fire that didn't exist. It was a logical response from a machine that had been lied to. But what mattered was the lie itself.He looked at the rolling monitor where Adrian’s face had just vanished. The screen was now a wall of scrolling green text, a language Silas had helped invent, now being used to scream in his face. For the first time in nearly half a century, Silas felt the cold touch of a variable he could not control.He turned away from the broken medical scanner and walked toward the server room at the back of the suite. He did not run; Silas believed that running was for those who feared the future, and he was the man who designed
The Billionaire Who Bought Me The Moon Chapter 175 - Light In The Darkness
The elevator ride down into the heart of the bunker felt like it would never end. The air grew colder, and the faint, sweet smell of recycled oxygen filled my lungs. I leaned against the back wall of the small metal box; my hand automatically went to my stomach.I hadn't spoken about the child in days. In the middle of the gunshots, the high-speed chases, and the digital wars, I had tried to push the reality of my pregnancy into a quiet corner of my mind. I had treated the baby like a secret I had to protect, even from myself. But now, in the silence of the elevator, the baby moved. It was a small, sharp kick: a reminder that while I was fighting for my life, I was also a vessel for a life that Silas Hale already claimed to own.The doors slid open. We weren't in a dusty basement or a rough tunnel anymore. We were in a space that looked like it belonged in a high-end hospital. The floors were white, the walls were glass, and the lights were soft and blue."This way, Samantha," Silas s
The Billionaire Who Bought Me The Moon Chapter 174 - In The Dead Of Night
Silas Hale sat in the back of the black SUV, his gloved hands resting perfectly still on the silver head of his cane. To anyone watching, he looked like a man carved out of old, dark wood. He didn't blink as the rain lashed against the bulletproof glass. He didn't flinch as the driver took the corners of the Mission District with a sharp, violent speed.For forty years, Silas had lived in the spaces between the seconds. He had been a ghost, a name whispered in boardrooms, a shadow that moved money and lives across the globe. He had survived the death of his own era—the world of paper, ink, and secret handshakes—and moved into the world of light and speed. He had watched from his hidden estates as his family grew soft. He had watched as Eleanor turned his empire into a shield for her own fears. He had watched as Jason turned it into a playground for his own ego.He was not angry. Anger was a waste of energy. He was simply disappointed. He viewed his family like a watchmaker views a bro
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