บททั้งหมดของ Indebted To The Billionaire : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

CHARLOTTE’S POVThe evening was too perfect. Owen had gone above and beyond to make me feel special on our one-month anniversary, and as we sat on the beach, watching the sun dip below the horizon, our clothes soaked from playing in the water, I couldn’t help but feel like everything was finally falling into place. Owen reached out to take my hand in his and I looked up at him and smiled, my heart swelling with so much affection that it almost hurt. How was I so lucky to have someone like him by my side? After everything I had put him through, all the lies and hurt, he was still here. He still loved me. The glowing sunlight made his eyes look even more, and I allowed myself to believe that nothing could ruin this night. Michael was gone. Catherine as well. It felt so peaceful, I never wanted this moment to end. He turned to look at me as well, a small smile on his face and butterflies flapped in my stomach just by his gaze. He reached out to tuck a strand of wet hair behind my hair

OWEN'S POV I clutched my bleeding stomach as my vision got hazy but I refused to back down. I had to keep going, to finish what I started. I don't mind dying for her, but he'll go with me. He moved closer to me getting ready to strike again but froze when flashlights were pointed to his face. The police were finally here. I had no idea how much time had passed but I was glad that they finally showed up. Michael's eyes were full of panic as he looked back at me and he clenched his fist tightly. “You think this is over? You think they can stop me from ending you?” He gritted, his voice full of malice and anger but when one of the policemen shouted, I could see the fear in his eyes. “Hands where I can see them!” The police man shouted and Michael hesitated for a moment as he glanced between me and the officers but he knew he was cornered. He finally raised his hands in surrender and the police tackled him down as they cuffed his wrists and dragged him away. “This isn't ov

OWEN'S POVI kept hearing voices but they sounded so far away. My grip on consciousness was very thin, faint even. But I could feel someone holding my hands. Then my face, then my hand again. What's going on? I had a black out after hearing that piercing sound at the operating room and I don't remember what happened after that. The faint noises started getting louder and I could hear someone talking beside me. The words started to register in my head and I realized that Charlotte was the one talking to me. My precious angel. You're safe now. I tried to open my eyes and after so much struggle I finally did. She didn't notice as she kept on mumbling words while she held my hand tightly. I finally moved my fingers slightly and she noticed as she turned to look at me and her eyes widened as she realized I was awake. “Owen!” She exclaimed as she stood up and hugged me, causing me to wince at the painful sting I felt but I wrapped my arms around her anyway. “I'm sorry.” I started and

CHARLOTTE'S POVI had to help Owen. But how? He was in a state of frustration and devastation and I didn't know how to help him. I felt useless as a wife. I could feel the tension radiating off him even though he tried to mask it with his usual calm demeanor but it wasn’t working. I saw through it. My heart broke a little more each time I saw him stressed over the business, but I had no idea how to help him. I felt powerless.I had woken up earlier and I felt the space where he was supposed to be to be empty. I sat up and saw him across the room, sitting at the couch with papers scattered around, his brows furrowed in frustration. I wanted to do something. Anything. But I didn’t even know where to start. I wasn’t a businesswoman. I wasn’t even sure how these things worked, how shares and stocks and corporate betrayal played out in the real world. I felt like I was on the outside, looking into a world I couldn’t understand. Yet, Owen was drowning in it. I got out of bed and walked

OWEN'S POVLife couldn't get any better. My wife was pregnant, my dad and I were on good terms and I finally healed completely. Charlotte laid on my lap and I braided her hair while she told me many stories of her parents. She had a huge smile as she explained how lovely they were and it left me wondering why they did something like that to her. Taking a loan they couldn't pay up and then using her as collateral? There's nothing lovely about that. I'm glad she doesn't know about it though, if Mr Sam hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known. “Are you even listening to me?” She asked with a pout and I realized I had zoned out for a while. “Of course, princess, I'm listening to you. I just got distracted for a minute.” I replied as I continued braiding her hair and then she continued talking. “They sound like good people.” I mumbled and she nodded, her expression suddenly turning sour. “I just wish they told me before they took that loan. I still miss them a lot.” She whispered with a