My Paradise With Mr.Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

"Don’t do this," Mia pleads, her voice urgent as she rushes toward me. She cradles my face in her tender hands, gently wiping away the tears that I hadn’t even realized were falling down my cheeks. "I’m not doing anything," I murmur, my voice trembling and breaking at the end, as I struggle to say the words that I know are lies . "Then why are you crying?" she asks softly, drawing me closer so that my head rests against her warm chest, her heartbeat steady and calming, making me feel a bit better. I take a shaky breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "Well, you see, I decided to immerse myself in the movie I was watching, and it hit me hard. The scene was just so heartbreaking—I couldn’t help but cry," I confess, sniffling as I recall the sad moment when they scattered the ashes of the girl into the vast ocean. The name of the movie escapes me, but the sad story lingers in my mind: a girl trapped by a medical condition that forbade her from ever seeing sunlight, only to accidental

"Ugh, my head! Mia, I am going to kill you!" I exclaim, groaning as I press an ice pack to my forehead and slump onto the couch."Don't shout! I'm already feeling dead, so you can't even kill me!" Mia shouts, walking into the living room with her ice pack on her head, still in her pajamas, just like me.With a playful plop, she flops onto the couch, groaning dramatically before letting out a loud, exaggerated moan. "Mia, shut up please come on! You're killing both my ears, drums, and me! Now I feel dead!" I say, joining in on the groaning fest. Before long, we’re locked in a weird competition of who can groan the loudest."Well, I’m zombie dead!" Mia counters, a mischievous grin creeping across her face before it fades back to a wince of pain."Oh yeah? Well, I’m more than just a zombie dead!""You know how in those movies and games people kill zombies and they get a second death? Well, I’m the undead zombie!" I declare, pointing at myself with a goofy sense of triumph despite feeli

"What do you mean it's happening again?" Mia asked, her brows furrowed in concern. But all I could do was cry out in frustration. I shoved my chair back forcefully, the legs scraping annoyingly against the floor before it toppled over with a loud clatter.“I don’t know, Mia! I don’t fucking know!” I spat, my voice raw with emotion.“All I know is I feel really shitty right now when I’m supposed to feel fine.” My outburst startled both Mia and myself. I was on the brink of losing my composure, yet I struggled to articulate why. The confusion weighed heavily on my chest.“Calm down, Lexi. Just talk to me. We’ll work this out, okay?” “Just like we always do,” she reassured, moving closer to me. She placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze that warmed my fraying nerves.Letting out a loud sigh, I allowed the tension in my body to ease slightly. I walked back to my chair and sank into it, while Mia mirrored my movements, her eyes fixed on me, silently urging me

"The noise is so loud " I shout at Mia who is already looking jittery with excitement ."Isn't this fun she hits me while she laughs already acting as if she is drunk without having a sip of alcohol already . It is quite obvious that she doesn't need alcohol or to get drunk; she is naturally high without the drugs to go with it ."Remember the plan you promised thag you would follow " I ask and she nods like a child listening to a teacher giving instructions"Stay close to each other ""Don't leave my drink around and if I did I should forget about the drink ""Don't take drink from strangers or Allow them to buy me a drink ""Always be aware of my surroundings ""If I want to leave with a guyI should call you make sure we leave at the same time ""Keep your number and the police on speed dial"" And Use protection" she says with an eye roll but I know she is happy that I am here to remind her to take care of herself."Anything else I should write down in the 100 things to do in a cl

I hesitated, unsure of what to say. A part of me wanted to forget about David and move on, but another part of me wanted closure, wanted to know why he had hurt me so badly.Ryan's expression turned serious. "Lexi, I don't think that's a good idea. He's not good for you."I felt a surge of defensiveness. "You don't even know him," I say, which makes Ryan give me a weird look ,probably because of my weird outburst .Ryan took a step closer to me. "I don't need to know him to see the way he's affecting you. You deserve better than someone who's going to hurt you like that."I looked up at him, feeling a little bit between the lines of fuzzy and uncomfortable. Why was he being so protective of me?But before I could ask him, I saw David waiting for me by the corner of the club, his eyes fixed on me.I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of determination wash over me. "I need to go talk to him, just for some closure ," I said, my voice firm.Ryan's eyes narrowed. "Lexi, don't-"But I was