Semua Bab The billionaire who stole my heart : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Leigh’s POV“Leigh, get up!” Mo yanked my blanket off, her voice loud and determined. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut.“Mo, it’s late. I’m not going anywhere.”“Late? It’s just 7 p.m. And you are going somewhere,” she snapped, planting her hands on her hips. “You’ve been sulking in this room for days. Enough is enough.”I rolled over, burying my face into my pillow. “I’m fine, Mo.”“No, you’re not. And even if you were, you need some air.” She strode over to my wardrobe, flinging the doors open. “We’re going to that event, and you’re going to look fabulous.”“I’m not in the mood for fabulous,” I muttered.She ignored me, pulling out dresses and tossing them onto my bed. After a moment, she held up a red one. “This. It’s perfect. Put it on.”I sat up, glaring at her. “Mo, I’m not going—”“You are.” She shoved the dress into my hands. “Now, get dressed before I do it for you.”Her tone left no room for argument. With a sigh, I dragged myself to the bathroom and changed. The dress clun

       Logan's POV The glass felt cool in my palm as I held the untouched drink, the low hum of voices in the room barely registering. My eyes darted toward the entrance, as if Leigh might reappear, though I knew she wouldn’t. My fingers tightened around the glass, the faint buzz of conversations around me almost unbearable. I glanced toward the growing crowd, watching as the ripples of attention from Mo’s outburst slowly faded. Yet the whispers didn’t. “Who is she?” “Did you see what she said to him?” “Logan Hunt in a public spat? Never thought I’d see it.” The murmurs hung in the air like smoke, suffocating and impossible to ignore. I didn’t need to look to know they were about me. The curious, judgment

  Leigh's POV The suitcase sat open on the bed, half-filled with clothes and memories I didn’t want to take with me. The room felt cold and unfamiliar, as though it already knew I was leaving. ***I have always been careful. Careful of the choices I made, careful of my life, and most of all my heart. But last night, I didn't know what came over me, because this feeling of recklessness was what I felt. Something I hadn't felt in years. The bass thumped through my veins, the drink left this cold burn on my hand, and across the crowded room, my eyes locked with his. I should have looked away. Better still, I should have walked away, but something was in the intensity of his gaze that pinned me down. I had no idea who this man was, and  I cared less. He was too hot, his face glittering, his ocean blue eyes staring deep into mine, with his thick brown hair that fell to

 Leigh’s POV The train station was crowded, but it felt like I was the only person there. People rushed past me, dragging suitcases and clutching tickets, their voices blending into an indistinct hum. My feet felt heavy as I walked toward the platform, one step at a time, like each step carried the weight of everything I was leaving behind. I held my ticket tightly in my hand. The edges were crumpled from how long I had been clutching it. I didn’t even look at it again—I already knew where I was going, though I wasn’t sure why. Anywhere but here. That was the only thing that made sense in my head. As I sat on the bench, waiting for the train, the smell of hot coffee and engine grease filled the air. The announcements over the speaker barely registered in my mind. My head was too loud, full of thoughts I didn’t want to think about. I closed my eyes and took a

 Leigh POV  The train slowed down, making a loud screech as it stopped at the small, almost-empty station. I stepped off with my small suitcase, looking around at the unfamiliar town. The air smelled fresher here, almost like rain even though the sky was clear. The platform was quiet except for a few people walking past me, their steps quick and purposeful. I didn’t know where to go next. I just knew I needed to be away. Away from Logan. Away from Mo. Away from the city where everything felt heavy. I pulled out my phone, checking for directions to the address of the place I had rented. It was a small room I found online the night before I left. The pictures didn’t look great, but it was all I could afford for now. As I walked down the narrow streets, I noticed how different this place was from the city. No tall buildings. No honking cars. Just little houses with