All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Runaway Bride: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Bella’s POVI saw him the second I stepped off the elevator. He was standing by the front desk, talking to someone, but his eyes flicked to me the moment I walked into view. Of course they did. Leo always looked for me like I was something he owned, something he lost but still expected to find again.I kept walking. Not too fast. Not slow enough to be noticed. Just… unaffected. That’s what I wanted him to see. Me, in control. Me, composed. Me, completely untouched by last night.“Bella,” he called out behind me. His voice was calm, but there was a warning in it. Like he knew I’d ignore him, and he wasn’t going to let it slide this time.I stopped near the lobby’s coffee stand. I didn’t turn. I let him come to me.“Tell me the truth,” he said, just close enough for only me to hear. “Is it real? You and Ryan.”His question startled me, and I furrowed my eyebrows. My heart racing in my chest but then I turned, slowly, arms folded, face blank. His jaw was tense. His eyes looked like they

The car barely stopped before I flung the door open again. I rushed out, grabbing the woman’s arm, helping her as gently as I could. She was crying now, her whole body trembling. “Somebody help us!” I yelled as we got through the doors. “She’s in labor! Someone help!” A nurse rushed toward us with a wheelchair. The woman could barely sit up. She clung to my arm as if it was the only thing keeping her grounded. “Ma’am, you need to let go so we can take her...” “I’m not letting go until you promise me someone’s going to take care of her!” I snapped at the nurse, and she stared at me with widened eyes. One of the nurses stepped forward. “We’ve got her, I promise. Just give us space.” The woman’s nails dug into my arm as they moved her. I didn’t even notice at first but by the time she let go, there were deep red lines scratched along my forearm. I must’ve grazed the metal side of the wheelchair while trying to support her but I didn’t care. “Make sure she’s okay,” I said again, my

Leo pov I stood in the empty hallway, my hands still curled into fists at my sides. She was gone. I stared at the doors she had disappeared through, my mind still catching up to the words she had thrown at me like knives. She had been pregnant and she had lost our baby on our wedding day and I had not even known. "What the fuck?" I kept repeating the words like it was going to do anything to change the situation at hand. I felt like I wanted to scream and that I was doing insane at this point. I dragged a hand through my hair, the walls of the hospital blurring in my vision. My body felt stiff, like I was locked in place. I needed to move. I needed to get out of here before I did something stupid. I turned, ready to walk back toward the entrance, when the doors at the other end of the hall banged open. A woman rushed in, hair disheveled, her heels clacking loudly against the tile floor. She looked around wildly, grabbing the first nurse she could find. "My daughter!" she cr

I had forced myself to stop looking at her. Every glance made her shrink smaller inside herself, and I told myself, if I cared at all, I had to let her breathe. I leaned against a tree casually, folding my arms, pretending to care about the conversation circling the group. I smiled once or twice at jokes I did not hear, nodded at things I could not remember. But somewhere between pretending and forcing it, I glanced back. And she was gone. The spot where she had been standing was empty, like she had never been there at all. My fingers twitched against my arm. I pushed off the tree casually, slow enough not to draw attention, and moved around the group, pretending to scan the trail. "Bella?" I called low under my breath, hoping I was wrong. Hoping she was just a few steps ahead, fixing her shoe, tying her jacket. No answer. I thought I was going to lose my mind. I started walking faster, heart slamming harder with every step. The trail thinned quickly, trees tightening around i

He hesitated for half a second, staying there like he wasn’t sure if I really meant it. Then he nodded, slow and sure, his shoulders loosening just a little. "I’ll stay," he said, voice low, like he had no intention of being anywhere else. I watched him as he turned his back again, giving me the privacy he always seemed to know I needed without asking. His hands disappeared into his pockets, his head tilted slightly like he was focused on the floor just to keep from looking. Biting my lip, I loosened the knot of the robe, letting it slip down my arms before slipping fully into the water. The heat wrapped around me immediately, soothing the ache in my muscles and the bruises on my skin. I sank lower until the water kissed my collarbone. "Okay," I said softly, tucking my arms around myself under the surface. "You can turn around." He moved slowly, cautious, like he was afraid any sudden move might scare me off. His eyes met mine instantly. He crouched down beside the tub, his elb