All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Runaway Bride: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

I tried not to let the tension seep in. The second I opened my eyes that morning, I felt the weight of everything waiting for me just outside the bedroom door. But Leo was still next to me, his arm draped around my waist, his breathing soft and even. I stared at the ceiling for a while, letting my fingers trace slow lines across his forearm.When I started to sit up, he shifted beside me, pulling me gently back into his chest. His voice was raspy. “Stay.”I glanced over my shoulder. His eyes were still half-closed, but the corner of his lips twitched with a faint smile. I melted a little, sinking into the sheets again.“Just for a minute,” I said.We stayed tangled in silence, the sunlight starting to warm the edges of the bed. I could hear the distant hum of the city waking up, but inside this room, time felt still.Eventually, Leo kissed my shoulder, then peeled himself off the bed. “Don’t move. I’ll bring you something.”I rolled onto my back, the duvet pooling at my waist, eyes tr

I stared at him, my chest rising and falling, my hands shaking at my sides. The silence that followed his words was thick and ugly. He just stood there, brows low, jaw tight, like he had no idea what he’d just done.Without another second, I raised my hand and slapped him.The sound cracked across the room. His head jerked slightly to the side. He blinked, stunned, and stepped back. His hand went to his cheek slowly. His mouth parted like he wanted to speak but nothing came out.“How could you say that to me?” My voice broke as I said it, my throat tightening with every syllable. I didn’t wait for him to answer. I turned away, grabbed my purse, and headed straight for the door.“Bella—wait,” he said.I didn’t. I opened the door, stepped out, and slammed it shut behind me.I walked out of the hotel and didn’t even bother to call a cab. I just walked to the curb, hand in my bag, and called Ryan.He picked up on the first ring.“Bella? What’s wrong?”“Can I come over? Please?”“Of course

I booked the trip on a quiet Wednesday morning. Leo had finally gone out for a long walk after spending the past two days buried in work and guilt. He didn’t say much. Every time I tried to get a smile out of him, he gave me a soft one, but it didn’t last. His eyes were still dim. I knew he needed something else, something more than apologies and staying locked in the house. He needed joy. Peace. Something that could breathe life back into him. So I opened my laptop and made the arrangements.I scrolled past dozens of locations, but none felt right until I saw the island villa in the Maldives. It had a private beachfront, tall palm trees, and clear blue waters that looked fake in the photos. The place promised peace. I didn’t think twice. I chose the earliest flight and booked it for two. First class, everything taken care of. I texted Dennis to handle any work emergencies while we were gone, then called Ryan and told him to keep an eye on things back home. He was thrilled. He said, “

Leo slammed the door the second we stepped into the hotel suite. The sound echoed off the walls, sharp and final. He didn’t stop moving—just paced straight across the room, his footsteps fast and clipped like his body needed motion to keep from bursting.I stayed by the wall, arms crossed, watching him. He looked like he was about to fly apart. His jaw was tight, almost clenched shut. His hands moved restlessly, first to his hips, then to the back of his neck. He wasn’t speaking yet—just spiraling in silence.I drew in a breath, slow and steady. “Do you think it’s true?”He stopped mid-step and turned toward me. “About Dennis?”I nodded once, arms still folded tight.Leo ran a hand up into his hair, then down the back of his neck, like he could physically scrape the thought out of his head. “I don’t want to believe it. He’s done too much for us. Too much for me.” His voice dropped. “But if there’s even a chance…”He didn’t finish the sentence. His mouth just closed around the weight o

The doctor’s voice was calm, steady—the kind they probably train for—but every word still landed like a blow to the chest.“There’s no threat to the pregnancy. Ms. Bella is stable. The bleeding was caused by something called a subchorionic hematoma.”I blinked, not understanding yet.“It’s a small collection of blood between the uterus and placenta,” he continued. “Fairly common in early pregnancy. Can be triggered by stress, physical strain… but it’s manageable.”My shoulders dropped an inch. Air rushed out of me before I even knew I’d been holding it. My lungs burned like I hadn’t taken a real breath in hours.“Is she in pain?” I asked, my voice scratchy from sitting in silence too long.“She was cramping lightly,” he said. “We’ve given her something mild to relax the uterine muscles. She’ll need rest—less emotional and physical stress—but with proper care, she and the baby should be just fine.”I nodded slowly. “Can I see her?”“Of course.”He motioned toward a hallway, then left m