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The Billionaire's Forbidden Waltz CHAPTER 44: The Lawyer
Elara stood on the sidewalk, watching the taillights of a passing taxi blur into the night.Her hands were still shaking.She couldn't make them stop. Couldn't make her heart stop hammering. Couldn't make the roaring in her ears quiet down enough to think clearly.After walking away from Adrian, she'd made it three blocks before her legs gave out. Just—gave out. Like puppet strings cut. She'd stumbled to a bus stop bench and collapsed onto it, the letter still clutched in her hand like a lifeline.Or an anchor.Her mother's words kept replaying in her head on an endless loop.*Be careful with Adrian Valcourt.**Make him prove what matters more.*But how? How was she supposed to make him prove anything when she didn't even know what questions to ask? When she didn't know if she wanted him to pass or fail?When part of her—some stupid, self-destructive part still wanted to believe he'd been telling the truth about falling for her?She looked down at the letter again, her mother's handwr
The Billionaire's Forbidden Waltz CHAPTER 43: The Letter
The car screeched to a halt outside HavenLock Storage.Elara didn't wait for it to stop completely. She threw open the door and ran."Elara—wait!" Adrian's voice cut through the night behind her.She didn't stop.Her feet hit the pavement hard, carrying her toward the entrance. The building loomed ahead concrete and steel, utilitarian and cold under the pale yellow security lights.The two black SUVs sat in the parking lot exactly where the video had shown them. Empty now. Doors still open like the occupants had been in too much of a hurry to close them properly.She reached the entrance and yanked the door open.The hallway inside was exactly as she remembered from the video feed. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead. Narrow corridors stretched in both directions. The air smelled like dust and old cardboard.Footsteps thundered behind her. Adrian caught up first, Ethan half a step behind."Which way?" Adrian asked, already scanning the directory mounted on the wall."Sublevel B," Elara
The Billionaire's Forbidden Waltz CHAPTER 42: The Statement
Thirty minutes, that's all they had before the Foundation's statement went live and buried them both.Elara stood by the hotel window, phone gripped tight in her hand, watching the message blink on the screen like a countdown timer. We're preparing a statement. You have thirty minutes.Behind her, Adrian paced the narrow strip of carpet between the bed and the door. His jacket was off, sleeves rolled back, hair disheveled from running his hands through it too many times. He looked like a man calculating odds he didn't like."They're not giving us time to think," Elara said. "That's the point.""They're forcing our hand," Adrian replied. "Making us react instead of plan."She turned to face him. "Then we don't react. We act first."He stopped pacing. "What are you proposing?""We go public," she said. "Right now. Before they can frame the narrative."Adrian's eyes narrowed, not in disagreement but in assessment. "If you do this, there's no taking it back. They'll come after you harder.
The Billionaire's Forbidden Waltz CHAPTER 42 — Containment
The hotel room was meant to be temporary.That was the lie Elara kept repeating to herself as she stood by the window, watching traffic crawl along the street below. The room was clean, neutral, and expensive in a way that felt impersonal. Beige walls. Thick curtains. Furniture arranged for efficiency rather than comfort.A place designed so people didn’t stay long.She set her bag down near the door without unpacking. She hadn’t unpacked anywhere in days.Behind her, the door clicked shut. The sound was firm, final. Ethan locked it without asking.“Top floor,” he said. “Private elevator. No listed room number. The desk staff think you’re a consultant from Zurich.”Elara didn’t turn around. “And you?”“Security consultant,” Ethan replied. “Which isn’t even a lie.”She exhaled slowly.Outside, the city looked distant. Muted. Like she was watching it through glass thick enough to dull sound and consequence.“How long?” she asked.Ethan hesitated. Not long enough to be obvious, but long
The Billionaire's Forbidden Waltz CHAPTER 40: Exposure
The apartment door shut with a solid, final thud. Adrian stood there for a second, his hand still resting on the wood, before he pulled his keys out of the lock. He didn't put them in his pocket. He gripped them in his palm, the metal teeth digging into his skin.He didn't look at Elara. He just started walking toward the elevators.The hallway was too quiet. It smelled like the lemon-scented industrial cleaner the morning crew used. Elara followed him, the sound of her own breathing feeling too loud in the narrow space. Adrian stayed a pace ahead of her. He wasn't rushing, but there was a stiffness in the way he moved, his shoulders pulled high and his head straight, like he was bracing for a hit.A door clicked open. Mrs. Gable from 4B stepped out, a small bag of recycling in her hand. She stopped mid-step. She looked at Elara, then her eyes shifted to the back of Adrian’s head. She didn't offer the usual "Good morning." She just stood there, her mouth slightly open, watching them a
The Billionaire's Forbidden Waltz CHAPTER 39 — Close Enough to Burn
The apartment felt tight.As the sun dipped lower, the shadows in the kitchen stretched toward the walls, but the air didn’t get any cooler. It felt heavy and thick, like the moments right before a storm breaks. Elara stood at the counter, her fingers wrapped around a glass of water. She didn’t drink. She just stared at the way the light caught a small chip in the marble. The water wasn’t cold anymore; the ice had melted long ago, leaving the glass lukewarm in her hand.Behind her, she heard the shift of fabric. Adrian didn't pace. He didn't tap his fingers. He just leaned against the far counter, as still as a statue. In the silence, the sound of his breathing was the only thing she could hear."You can tell me to leave," Adrian said.Elara didn’t turn. She watched a single drop of condensation roll down the side of her glass. "I know.""I’ll go if you ask.""I know."She finally set the glass down. The clink against the stone seemed way too loud. She turned to face him, leaning her
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