Lahat ng Kabanata ng The billionaire who stole my heart : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Leigh’s POVWell, Mo did as I said and sent me a voice note immediately after she finished meeting up with Mason. I had instructed her to do so when she told me they would be meeting to talk things over with. When it finally came, it was only eleven words.“I chose me, this time. It felt really good being different.”I smiled, still holding my phone, happy that she was able to meet him and talk. She needed it for her mental health, to remain sane. I whispered to no one but myself.“You deserve to have a  peaceful sleep, nothing should deprive you of that girl."She was finally standing strong.But tonight…, I need to forget about everything and  relax, I got to feel very soft.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>I realized that the vineyard Logan rented for our evening together was located near a hill side. It was very quiet like a graveyard, wh

Leigh’s POVShe just showed up like a timed bomb without warning.She didn't come with any security as usual. I was even shocked, she didn't attempt pulling any dramatic entrance.It was just her, standing alone by herself at the iron gate of the villa. It was more like a hidden and forgotten memory I didn’t invite, but all the same, I can't still ignore it totally.That was no other but Logan’s mother.Her hair was properly pinned, not like one that suggests she came loaded with trouble. No, she wore the aura of calmness. On her eyes were black sunglasses and a matching silk scarf properly placed around her neck. Her looks could be compared to the final chapter of a woman who in her quest to be seen, had loved fiercely, but still lost quietly, and seeing she couldn't do anything to atone for her mistakes, she devoted a greater part of her life regretting the things she should have said, but didn’t say in

A Beautiful Night with Her GirlsLeigh’s POVWe lit the bright candles calmly, though with many things in our mind, but without saying much.Not even a playlist was used this time. No need using wine in a disguised form as juice. We left very simple to just a warm space, essential oils with the best fragrance floating through the air, and not forgetting the quiet hum of our own hearts, ready to give it a try again, slowly lowering their defenses for old time sake.Kira was the first person to take her seat, not wasting time to strip off her robe to a shoulder level. Her hair was carefully wrapped up, covering everywhere with no strand of hair showing. Her stomach wasn't prostating as many would think, it was still normal, like nothing was growing in there yet. She looked very tired, and I knew without being told that she was hurting inside, totally broken.Mo came in next, and in one hand was a pink towel, still not saying anything. It

Mo’s POVThree months later....I didn’t plan to leave , especially not now. Not because I didn’t desire to behold the beauty of Eiffel Tower or devote myself to eating croissants, the so not buttery type, till the point it would feel illegal.But because, from my view leaving behind everything would mean I had moved on, that I had discarded the beautiful memories we created together. The friendship that I built with Kira and Leigh ever since we met each other. It would mean that I want to sweep everything under the carpet, to never keep a memory of us together. The betrayal was real, too real that I never knew I could still breathe. The ache that came with it. The loud way I never allowed myself to be pitied, instead, I covered up so well with silence, that everyone around me thought I wasn't hurting, that I was strong, whereas, I was dieing slowly inside.Choosing Paris would mean choosing a clean slate. And clean slates with clean start somehow scared the living hell out of me.

Leigh’s POVThey always said giving birth is loud.And often, it’s messy, chaotic—A calculated storm of pain before the calm sets in.But for Kira?She delivered like a queen making her grand entrance.No drama. No panic. No emergency breakdown.Even before we arrived at the hospital, Julius was already there—whispering affirmations into her ears, anchoring her in peace, assuring her she’d never feel alone again.We showed up for her.Not exactly in the delivery room, of course—but we were ushered into the hospital lounge.Mason and Logan paced back and forth like they were the ones pushing.Mason kept checking his wristwatch every five seconds, like he had a meeting he couldn’t afford to miss. I couldn’t help but chuckle watching him.As for me? I just sat still, hands on my belly, silently praying. I wasn’t about to stress my baby—forced labor wasn’t something I was signing up for.And if anyone cared to ask, I already had a name in mind for the baby—even before she was born. A nam