Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forced To The Billionaire: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

The storm has been building for days. Not the one outside—the real storm. The one between us. It starts the night we leave the bar, shoving clothes into bags, moving too fast, too sharp, too angry. I can feel it in the way Levi grips the steering wheel as we drive, his knuckles tight, his jaw locked. I can feel it in the way I sit beside him, arms crossed, my pulse hammering. It’s coming. And when it hits, it hits hard.The second the door slams shut behind us, I round on him. “You’re just so used to being the macho guy aren’t you? You just couldn't have let it go. No….you had to go and show yourself.” Levi exhales, dragging a hand through his hair. “Not this again.” “Yes, this again.” I step closer, my chest rising and falling too fast. “ We just got here and now we have to leave again. It's annoying. Considering the fact that this all could have been avoided. You decide when we leave, where we go, what happens next. And I’m just supposed to follow?” Levi turns t

The drive back to the motel is silent. Tension crackles between us, thick and charged. I sit stiffly in the passenger seat, arms crossed, staring out the window as streetlights blur past. Levi’s grip on the wheel is tight, his knuckles pale, his jaw locked like he’s holding back words he isn’t ready to say. Good. Let him stew in it. Let him feel what I felt when he stood in front of me and told me to walk away like it meant nothing. Like I meant nothing. I shouldn’t have gotten in the car with him. Not when he was being such a jerkI should’ve made him sweat longer. Should’ve let him wonder if I was really coming back. But when Levi Vanderbilt tells you he doesn’t want to lose you, when his voice is low and raw and real—you go. Even if you hate him for it. Even if part of you wants to slam the car door and tell him to go to hell. Because underneath all the anger, all the *bullshit*—I want him, too. And that pisses me off more than anything. Levi shuts the door be

My heart kicks up. Levi stiffens beside me, his entire body going still. I don’t need to say anything. He already knows. We’re being watched. Levi moves first, grabbing my wrist, pulling me behind a shelf. “Eliana,” he murmurs, voice calm but firm. “We need to go. Now.” I swallow, nodding. “Got it.” We make our way toward the exit, slow and steady, blending into the small crowd of people at the register. But then— “Vanderbilt.” The voice is smooth. Cold. Levi stops walking. My pulse spikes. Slowly, he turns. The man from the bar. Matt.The same guy I’d been talking to that night, the one who’d just seemed like a harmless distraction. Only now, he doesn’t look so harmless. His stance is too easy. His smirk is too knowing. “Matt. What the hell are you doing here" Even as I ask that question, I can already tell the answer. “How the hell did you find us." Of course he's a stooge for the Rosetti’s. I should have known. It was all a little too good to b

Using the information we’ve gotten from Matt, we plan a good defense system. We wanted to attack but we figured the Rosetti's would be expecting all of that so we decided to wait and let them come to us. Some home advantage type of situation, you know.So we wait and we plan. And we wait.The days leading up to the attack are good Better than they should be. Levi and I settle into something that almost feels normal. We wake up late, spend lazy mornings wrapped in blankets with coffee and half-hearted bickering. We take long drives into town, stock up on supplies, make fun of each other’s terrible music taste. We laugh. We breathe.And for the first time in what feels like forever, the weight of the world isn’t crushing down on us. It’s almost enough to make us believe we’re safe. Almost. It’s raining when the attack comes. Not a heavy storm—just a soft drizzle, mist curling around the trees, the night thick with the scent of damp earth and pine. Inside the cabin, the

We are on the run. Yet Again.But this time, we have nothing.”No money. No safehouses. No weapons except for the two guns we managed to grab before we escaped. And no allies except for each other.The Rosettis stripped us down to the bone, forcing us to leave everything behind. The moment we stepped out of that farmhouse, we became ghosts—two people with nothing but the clothes on our backs and the weight of a war pressing down on us. And for the first time in my life, I don’t know what comes next. The truck died two hours ago. I stand beside it, arms crossed, my frustration simmering just beneath the surface as Levi kicks the front tire like that’s going to magically bring it back to life. “Any brilliant ideas?” I ask, trying very hard not to say I told you this piece of shit wouldn’t last. Levi exhales, rolling his shoulders. “Yeah. We walk.” I scowl. “To where?” He shrugs. “Somewhere with a phone. Or a car.” I stare at him. “Oh wow. Genius. Why didn’t I think of