All Chapters of The billionaire who stole my heart : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Raleigh's Pov A New Name, In A New CityThe doorbell hanging just above the quiet café jingled as I pulled it open. A warm scent of coffee welcomed me immediately I stepped a foot into the room. It was indeed quiet and quaint with no curious eyes watching by the corners. It was exactly what I needed at the moment. “You are welcome to Cocoa and Canvas,” the barista had said but with a well rehearsed smile. On her wrist lay boldly a crescent moon tattoo, all colored green. “Searching for a reserved caffeine or ready to explore your creativity?”I hesitated at first, doing a double check on what I needed. “I...uh, maybe, I should consider both, what do you think about that?”“Then search no more, you’re just in the right place,” she grinned, wasting bo time in passing me their menu. “You seem new around this vicinity? You’ve got that appearance of 'i have no idea which road leads to the restroom yet' vibe.”I chuckled amusingly at her, my fingers carefully caressing the menu she just h

Leigh’s POVUnread LettersI never meant to preserve them. Never wanted them close to me.The letters at first served me as therapy, so I guessed. Kira in her funny way called it “emotional decluttering.” She made it feel like it was easy and simple as arranging socks. But nothing that's connected to Logan ever had the easy label on it.The first one started with the headline “I’m sorry.”The second didn't disappoint as it began with “I hate it so much that I still miss you.”By the time I reached letter inscribed number seven, I had run out of headings. I just dove straight, pouring out my feelings without looking back, not afraid it might dry up. I never attempted mailing even a single one.Kira mischievously walked in on me writing the eleventh one.“Okay, why do you give me the impression that you’re not breaking up with a human but a ghost every time you sit right there and journal?” she asked, jumping on the couch like she hold a grudge against it. I blinked in disbelief. “Wh

Dark Secrets in the StudioLeigh’s POV My studio turned out a big mess, brushes stuck out horribly in mugs that once cheerfully held coffee and now, with no honor hold murky water the color of a disastrous heartbreak.The main piece right in front of me, the very one having just his face. Not the version that I already did a cleaned up on.Not that version that screamed smile at camera.It was the exact version that only existed between 2:00 am in the morning and early sunrise, when his eyes only appears tired and lost in compromise for me.I mix a little of cadmium red though burnt and I bent over and murmur even not to my hearing to the paint, “Please don’t try to make him too perfect. I just need you to make him real.”Right behind me, I ignored the kettle as it whistled non stop.This part I'm venturing into in painting the portrait needs silence.Som

Logan’s POV “Tell me right now.” I demanded from Mason, but he didn't even move an inch. Well, I finally took a break, at least time to allow him forget it, them I would strike. So, he didn't reveal the location. He seemed more dedicated to our relationship than the actual people in it. ♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️When the devil swore with the intention of destroying your life, she doesn’t come out wth horns.She's best to win you if she walks in wearing velvet heels, all dressed on silk, the exact one that hug your body shamelessly. This time, she's dedicated to hugging every regret you succeeded in burying and with the deadly smile: “Remember how you kissed me?”Her name?Clara, not Francesca. You might be wondering how many ex I have. Well, Clara before Francesca, at least for now, until others pop up their head. Clara was the nightmare my mot

Logan's POV “I’m not going craze, Mason.” I defended.I angrily slammed the car door closed and dramatically crossed my arms just the exact way a toddler refusing vegetables would have done.Manson sighed, already getting fed up with my childish attitude, his fingers drumming the steering wheel in a manner that suggests he might beat me up anytime. “I didn’t say the part which states you were crazy. I only said you seemed unraveling.” he tried to explain, but I wasn't having it.“There’s a little difference?” I asked while pretending.“Yes, big difference!” he threw his hands up trying to make me understand and reason with him.“One obviously involves padded walls and chains. The other involves for no reason, you staring awkwardly at Leigh’s Instagram profile for hours, especially at 3 a.m., the kind that suggests it owes you child support.”I scowled, still trying to defend my stupidity. “I’m just a young man who's madly in love.”“No,” he said with a finality. “From my point, you’r