Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Runaway Bride: Bab 81 - Bab 90

I was still half tangled in the sheets, smiling lazily to myself when Leo’s voice broke through the haze."Get up," he said, tugging lightly on my ankle where it poked out from under the covers. "We’re going somewhere."I cracked one eye open, giving him my best skeptical look."Where?" I asked, yawning and stretching my arms over my head.He only grinned, mischievous and way too awake for this early in the day."You’ll see," he said, dangling a black cloth in front of my face. "But first—this."I sat up properly, staring at the cloth."You're not serious," I said.Leo stepped closer, already reaching for me."Dead serious," he said, voice low and playful. "Trust me?"I bit my lip, feeling the familiar flutter in my chest.Slowly, I nodded.He wrapped the cloth gently around my eyes, knotting it at the back of my head with surprisingly careful fingers."Too tight?" he asked, brushing my hair out from under the blindfold."No," I said, smiling even though I couldn't see him.His hands

Leo pov The streets were quiet, but my head wasn’t.As I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles went pale. I kept thinking about that night from the wedding. Everything felt blurry back then but not anymore. The way Bella had looked at me when she said she lost the baby... the way she said she walked to the hospital alone... it kept replaying.Why didn’t I notice something was wrong? Why didn’t I look for her that night? Why the hell did I let my own bride vanish while I was placing a necklace around someone else's neck?I shook my head and hit the gas harder.Dennis had better have answers. He said I needed to see something, something about that night. And I didn’t care if it was midnight or worse. I wasn’t going to sleep until I knew everything.When I finally pulled into the lot, the building was mostly dark. Only one light glowed in the upper corner.I took the stairs two at a time.The office was silent when I pushed the door open. Dennis was there, seated at the long conferenc

It didn’t matter how many reports they dumped on my desk or how many meetings I sat through with a straight face. My mind stayed locked on her. Bella. Every damn second.I stood between her legs while she sat on the edge of my desk, her fingers lazily playing with my tie like she didn’t know what she was doing to me. My hands were at her waist, holding her close, pressing her gently toward me.“You don’t know how much I’ve been thinking about you,” I murmured, brushing my lips against her cheek. “Every second I was away, I was imagining this.”She smiled, sliding her hands to the back of my neck. “You did text me like four times, not exactly subtle.”“I missed you. I don’t care how it looks.”Her kiss landed softly at the corner of my mouth. I caught it with mine, deepening it, moving one hand up her spine and pulling her body tighter against mine. The taste of her, the scent of her skin, everything about her made it hard to think.“We should go home,” I whispered against her mouth. “

By the time we got home, I couldn’t even remember the last time I smiled that much. The ride back was quiet, but the kind of quiet that made you feel full inside. My head rested against the seat, his hand holding mine the whole way, his thumb brushing lazy circles over my skin.As soon as we stepped into the house, he locked the door behind us, tossed the keys into the bowl near the wall, and turned to me.I stood in the hallway, slipping off my shoes, when I felt his eyes on me.I glanced up. “What?”He didn’t answer. Just stepped closer and reached out, brushing a piece of hair behind my ear. His hand stayed there, cupping the side of my face.“You still look like trouble,” he muttered.I rolled my eyes. “You said that at dinner.”“Still true.”He leaned in and kissed me slowly. No rush, no pressure, just lips that knew where to find mine and fingers that held me still. I kissed him back, my arms sliding up around his neck, pulling him closer.Somewhere between that kiss and the nex

My head felt heavy, like someone had dropped a rock on it. I groaned softly, trying to move, but something was wrapped tightly across my face. I blinked under the blindfold, confused and tense. It took a few seconds before I realized my hands were pulled back and tied. Not just tied, they were tight. The rope scratched against my skin every time I tried to move.My ankles were bound too. My body was flat against something hard and cold—probably a floor. My breathing turned shallow as I tried to sit up, twisting my wrists, pulling hard. Nothing gave.I turned my head slightly, hoping for sound, for anything."Hello?" My voice cracked. It sounded small, echoing against bare walls.I swallowed, my throat dry. "Please. Who are you? What do you want from me?"There was no answer. Just the hum of quiet. My chest tightened.Footsteps approached, slow and controlled. My body stiffened as I turned my head toward the sound. I didn’t know who it was. My heart raced.Then came a voice. One I knew