Semua Bab Love's Dilemma: The Ruthless Billionaire : Bab 111 - Bab 120

THE UNEXPECTED TWIST AND THE START OF SOMETHING NEW Jason's POV ❤️Time felt like it had stopped. Everything around me was dark and quiet— eerily quiet. The only light came from a faint glow in the room, flickering as if it might disappear any second. It looked like Axel, Jane, and the rest had left. If they were still here, they’d have noticed even the smallest movement I was making.I was alive, but barely. Breathing was a struggle, each gasp sharp and shallow, each beat of my heart weaker than the last. How I was still alive was a mystery. How was I still here after the shots fired, after the pain that ripped through my body?I could still hear it all. I could still hear the gunshot echoing in my ears, the sharp crack of the pistol playing on a loop in my mind. Jane’s screams still haunted me, too, blending with the relentless pain from the bullet wound.The cold, sticky pool beneath me felt endless. Every attempt to move was agony, but staying still wasn’t an option. I dragged mys

WHEN RELIEF FEELS HEAVY Charles's POV ❤️ I left the police station with a heavy heart, driving back to the hospital with a storm of emotions brewing inside me. I drove back to the hospital, my mind a chaotic swirl of emotions after seeing Axel. The revelation about the fire was a relief, yes, but it was tangled with a fresh wave of anger and sadness. For years, I carried that guilt— therapy sessions, sleepless nights, replaying every moment in my mind. And to learn it was Axel all along? I didn’t know whether to feel liberated or crushed. Tears blurred my vision as I gripped the steering wheel. I let them fall this time, the weight of everything pressing against me. Axel’s betrayal, Bianca’s condition— it felt as though I couldn’t catch my breath. Should I be relieved? Heartbroken? It was all too much. By the time I reached the hospital, I had managed to wipe my face and steel my nerves. Now wasn’t the time to break down. Bianca needed me. We both needed me to stay strong. I neede

HELLO, GOODBYE AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN Jason's POV ❤️I paced about the hospital room, my steps echoing faintly in the silence. My mind was a tangle of worry, prayers, and guilt, as I silently prayed for Bianca. She was in surgery, and things could either go south or smoothly. I couldn’t stop myself from hoping— no, begging— that everything would turn out fine.The nurses barely gave me anything to work with earlier. I wasn’t family or anyone with the right to know much about her condition. I was lucky one of them even acknowledged me when I asked.“She’s in surgery,” the nurse had said, her tone clipped.That was hours ago, and there was still no news.Bianca is in surgery. Charles was probably there with her, along with her best friend. They were closer to her than I had ever been. They would be worried sick too, probably more worried than I was. What would I even do if I went there? Stand in a corner like a ghost? It would only make things awkward if I went there.Finally, I sat

HOPE IS MORE THAN FLEETING Bianca's POV ❤️The bright and shimmering moonlight streamed through the hospital window, casting a dimly glow to the room, a perfect illustration to the situation at hand. The air smelled faintly of disinfectant, mingling with the quiet hum of machines nearby. Jason sat beside me, the weight of his presence both familiar and strange.He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box. My breath caught as he opened it, revealing the earrings I had left at his place when I decided to stay with Charles—those delicate, silver, and shimmering in the light. I thought I would never get to see it again, and I could tell that this was his way of saying goodbye.Before I could find the words to apologize, to tell him I was sorry for doubting him, Jason stood up. I watched him walk away, each step feeling like a door closing. He had never cheated on me. He had told the truth, but I hadn’t believed him. My mistrust had cost us both so much, and now there was n

IN YOUR ARMS, AGAIN!BIANCA'S POV ❤️I reached for an apple slice, but paused mid-motion when I noticed Charles. He hadn’t touched his burger. Instead, he was staring at his hands, his fingers clasped tightly together as if grounding himself.There was something different about him—something hesitant, almost fragile, and entirely unlike the Charles I was used to. The quiet between us stretched, the tension growing as he shifted slightly in his seat."Bianca," he said at last, breaking the silence, his voice soft and trembling.I glanced up from my apple, his tone catching my attention and catching me off guard. His burger sat untouched on the table, the scent of melted cheese and grilled beef wafting faintly in the air. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He wasn’t looking at me but instead at his hands, which were clasped tightly together that his knuckles were beginning to turn white."No matter what happens," he said slowly, his voice almost a whisper, "and no matte