All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Runaway Bride: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The boardroom was still, no one said a word.Leo didn’t look at them. He didn’t care, he was looking only at me.And then his hands were on my face, warm and real. My breath caught as he stepped in, close, too close, and before I could even say a word, he kissed me.I melted into it.It was hungry, messy, not soft or gentle, not after everything. My fingers clutched at his jacket, needing to hold on to something, needing to prove he was solid and not a dream I would wake up from again. He kissed me like he was afraid to stop. I didn’t stop him.We were both still shaking. I could feel it in the way his hands cupped my cheeks, in the way I couldn’t keep still. I didn’t care who was watching.Around us, the room shifted. Papers rustled. Footsteps echoed. Chairs scraped the floor as people got up, unsure of what to say or how to respond. I didn’t look at them. I kept kissing him. I didn’t care that this was supposed to be a professional space, didn’t care about the meeting, the betrayal,

The next morning started early. Outside, the light was still a pale gray, and the air inside the kitchen felt heavy, like everyone was bracing for impact. Leo barely touched his breakfast. He pushed food around his plate with the side of his fork, eyes locked on his phone.I watched from across the kitchen island as he ran a hand through his hair. It was a restless, irritated motion. His jaw clenched, then unclenched, then locked again. He kept glancing at the screen, waiting for something. His whole body buzzed with tension, like he was keeping himself from exploding just by sitting still.Dennis showed up just before eight, damp from the morning rain. He walked in without knocking, a thick file clutched under one arm and a grim look in his eyes.“It’s time,” he said, dropping the file onto the counter with a solid thunk. “We have everything. The surveillance footage. The leaked emails. The messages between Vincent and the manager whose son he kidnapped. It’s airtight.”Leo nodded sl

⸻We turned to leave, but Carla wasn’t done.Her voice cracked behind us—sharp, bitter, clinging to whatever scraps of control she had left.“Of course! Of course you would leave with her! That woman! The one who ruined everything!”Leo didn’t stop walking. His steps stayed even. Measured.“That Bella,” Carla snapped. “You brought her back into your life like she hadn’t already done enough! She’s the reason you were never focused. She dragged your name through the dirt. I watched you fall apart, and it was always because of her!”He didn’t even turn around. Just kept going. His fingers reached for mine and curled tight around them.“I should’ve seen it coming,” Carla said, louder now. “The second you laid eyes on her, I knew she’d be the end of you!”“Keep walking,” Leo muttered, his jaw clenched. His grip tightened around my hand, not enough to hurt—just enough to anchor.I looked back over my shoulder—just in time to see Carla grab a chair by the backrest and throw it against the wa

He stared at me like I had just spoken in another language. His eyes blinked slowly, once, then again. He didn’t say anything. I could feel the air tighten between us.“Leo,” I said, voice small, “did you hear what I just said?”He finally moved. His lips parted slightly, and his eyebrows drew together. “You’re… you’re pregnant?”I gave a tiny nod, watching him carefully.His face went blank again. Then, without warning, he pushed the blanket off us, sat up, and scooped me into his arms so fast I let out a sharp yelp.“Leo!”He was laughing, actually laughing as he lifted me off the bed and spun me once, holding me tight like he couldn’t believe I was real. “You’re pregnant! You’re pregnant! Oh my God!”His face lit up with a smile I hadn’t seen in weeks. His eyes crinkled at the corners, his dimples deep. He was grinning like a kid handed the best news of his life. “I’m going to be a father? Are you serious?”I was laughing now too, clinging to his shoulders. “Yes, you idiot, I’m ser

"Leo," I whispered. "That wasn't—"He held up his hand gently. "I know. I know who you are. I just..."He sat on the edge of the bed in the room. He looked like the wind had been knocked out of him.I sat beside him. "That kiss wasn't me. I was shocked. I slapped him. I threatened to call the police. He assaulted me."He looked at me then. Finally. "I believe you. But the world won't."My eyes welled up. "We'll make them. We'll fight back. We always do."He nodded slowly. "We just can't seem to catch a break."The warmth of the night had vanished. The magic. The future we had just been dreaming about.But I grabbed his hand tightly and laced my fingers with his. "We still have one."He leaned over and kissed my hand.Leo shut the hotel door with a soft click. I stood a few feet inside the room, my arms crossed tight over my chest. I wasn't cold, but my body felt wired, twitchy with nerves. He looked at me, like he was checking I was really here."You sure you want this?" he asked.I n