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Chapter 150: Never Said a Word
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2026-09-24 19:57:20
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--- Elowen's POVFor a long moment, I didn't say anything.I sat in my chair with my arms folded over my chest, staring across the rosewood board at Killian. He looked completely relaxed, leaning back into the soft leather of his armchair with one hand resting casually on his knee. He was waiting for my answer as if he had just asked to bet a cup of tea instead of a kiss under one of the most famous monuments in the world.I paused, studying his face, trying to work out where all this confidence was coming from.Killian spent his days buried in work, traveling between cities, and dealing with lawyers and business partners. When on earth did a man like him find time to play chess deeply enough to stand a chance against me?I had spent years of my youth sitting in quiet tournament halls. I knew pawn structures, openings, and endgame tactics. My online rating was st
The Billionaire’s Blood Debt: Ruined by My Enemy Chapter 189: Kiss Me Under the Eiffel Tower
--- Elowen's POVI woke up the next morning to the quiet routine of rain tapping against the high glass windows of the bedroom.Marie arrived precisely at eight. We spent two hours in the living room working through my core stability drills, using the parallel bars near the garden doors. My back was sore from yesterday's strain, but the sharp spasms had retreated, leaving behind only the steady, manageable ache of healing nerves.By eleven, Marie had set a bowl of warm soup on the dining table, tidied the kitchen, and bid me a quiet goodbye until tomorrow.Left alone, I wheeled myself over to the small antique desk near the window and opened my laptop. Among the clutter of newsletter updates and news digests in my inbox sat a single email from my family law attorney in New York, flagged with high priority.I opened it.Attached was a dense PD
The Billionaire’s Blood Debt: Ruined by My Enemy Chapter 188: A Dangerous Habit
--- Elowen's POVThe remaining distance between us didn't vanish in a hurry. It dissolved slowly, measured out in the quiet cadence of the rain drumming against the curved glass overhead.Killian didn't rush. He never rushed when he felt he held all the cards.His lips brushed mine—a soft, feather-light contact so faint it was almost soundless. It wasn't a fierce press or a demand for ownership; it was a ghost of a gesture, a deliberate tease that sent a sharp, electric jolt running straight down my spine to the tips of my toes.My eyes drifted shut for a fraction of a second, purely against my will.When I opened them again, he was still right there, his dark gaze holding mine with an unhurried, razor-sharp focus. Beneath my palm, which was still pinned flat against his wool sweater, his heart maintained that steady, heavy thud—a sharp contrast to th
The Billionaire’s Blood Debt: Ruined by My Enemy Chapter 187: Eyes on Those Lips
--- Elowen's POVBy four in the afternoon, the autumn sky over Paris had turned the color of bruised slate.Marie had left an hour earlier, leaving a pot of warm herbal tea on the stove and my evening medication neatly laid out beside a glass of water on the dining table. The house was quiet in that clean, expansive way that old European townhouses often are—the only sounds being the soft tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway and the occasional hiss of tires on wet cobblestones out on Rue de l'Université.I wheeled myself through the living room and into the glass conservatory, feeling a quiet satisfaction in how manageable my lower back felt. The daily standing exercises with Marie were paying off; the deep, agonizing spasms that used to lock my spine had dulled into a manageable stiffness.Near the back wall of the conservatory stood a set of high, built-in maho
The Billionaire’s Blood Debt: Ruined by My Enemy Chapter 186: Unspoken Boundaries
--- Elowen's POVThe sound of a zipper pulling shut on heavy canvas echoed down the high-ceilinged hallway upstairs.I sat near the dining room table, watching the pale autumn sunlight filter through the tall windows onto the polished oak floor. Beside my wheelchair stood two folded cardboard boxes filled with old vinyl records Leo and I had spent the previous evening sorting through—classical movements, French folk tunes, and early jazz pressings that had once belonged to our mother.Leo came down the stairs carrying a worn duffel bag over his shoulder and a small leather suitcase in his right hand. He looked tired, but the restless tension that usually hung around his shoulders seemed noticeably absent."Flights to Lisbon leave on time if the rain holds off," Leo said, setting his bags near the front door. He wiped his hands on his jeans and looked around the entry hall. "Fee
The Billionaire’s Blood Debt: Ruined by My Enemy Chapter 185: Across the Garden
--- Elowen's POVThe house went quiet after Isabelle left.Leo took the larger bedroom upstairs to unpack, his heavy footsteps echoing against the high ceilings before fading into silence. I stayed on the ground floor, slowly wheeling myself through the high arched hallway toward the conservatory at the back of the house.Every corner of the place felt deliberate. The walls were lined with restored timber paneling, and near the dining area stood a dark oak bookshelf filled with vintage French literature and leather-bound journals. On a low side table sat an old brass-horned gramophone next to a stack of vinyl records—classical piano pieces and old French ballads. When I pulled one from its sleeve, I noticed a faded inscription on the paper corner written in blue fountain pen ink: L. Laurent, 1984.My mother's maiden initials.Killian hadn't just secured the
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