Semua Bab Taming Mr Billionaire : Bab 131 - Bab 140

Edward POVThe call came in the middle of my love confession for Vanessa.One moment I was declaring love, the next Tobias was standing in the doorway, pale as stone, eyes frantic.“Edward,” he said. His voice wasn’t steady. “It’s Mom and Alessa. Car accident. They’ve been rushed to the hospital.”The ground dropped out beneath me.I didn’t wait to ask questions. I was already out of the conference room, reporters scattering, tie yanked loose as though I could breathe easier without it. The ride with Tobias was a blur of sirens and silent prayers I didn’t know how to form anymore.The hospital lights were a facade. Bright, sterile, too clean for the wreckage I knew lay inside. The smell of antiseptic clung to everything, burning the back of my throat.“Family of Juliana Silver?” a nurse called, clipboard clutched to her chest.“That’s us,” I said, Tobias at my shoulder.“They’re stable, but—” She glanced down at her notes. “Your mother sustained a concussion and a fractured femur. She

Daniel’s POV New York felt the same to me. Same old loudness, drama. And an overwhelming sense that I was being watched by the media. Now Edward and Vanessa were official. Pity comments concerning me were bound to surface any moment from now. ‘The patient dog who never got the bone.’ ‘The nice guy who lost.’ The city didn’t care about anyone at all. Especially not me. I had just flown halfway across the world with a woman I wanted more than life, only to watch her slip away from me inch by inch. It didn’t care that my chest felt like it had been split open and left to bleed across continents. Manhattan’s skyline still glimmered. Cabs still honked. People still hurried across streets, eyes fixed on their own destinations, lost in their own miseries. I wished I could be like them. I wished I could just detach, oblivious, and move forward without the anchor of what I’d lost. I wouldn’t need to feel what I was losing right now. But Instead, I stood in my penthouse wit

Vanessa’s POV My cheeks still hurt from smiling. The applause, the cheers, the flowers—it all hummed in my mind like champagne, dizzying and intoxicating. But none of that compared to what I’d felt when I locked eyes with him.My sweetheart, my one true love. Edward. I could still see him sitting in the front row, that impossible man, clapping as though the world had finally handed him something worth celebrating. And when our gazes met, for a split second, everything in me. The anger I previously felt, the betrayals, the ache of years wasted, had finally fallen away. Its place had been taken by something simple. Something clear. Love. I pressed my hand over my chest as I walked through the back corridors of the venue, my bodyguard at my side, staff buzzing with congratulations. People were talking, my team was excited, more voices spoke, becoming a blur. But all I could hear was my own heartbeat. I need to see him. I need to go to him now. The thought was louder

Edward POV Something was wrong. I could feel it in my chest, in the frantic rhythm of my pulse, even as the applause still echoed from the fashion hall. Vanessa should’ve been here. She should’ve been glowing under the lights, smiling, basking in her triumph. Instead, she was gone. Right from the second she disappeared backstage, something gnawed at me. Minutes stretched. Too long. I asked her staff, organizers, anyone I could find. “Where’s Vanessa Coleman?” One of the assistants blinked nervously. “She left. Said she had to get to the hotel.” A cold spike of dread shot through me. Why would she leave in the middle of her triumph without seeing me? Without a word? I pulled out my phone and called her. Once. Twice. Straight to voicemail. The pit in my stomach widened into an even deeper hole. “She’s not answering,” I snapped. My bodyguards flanked me, sensing the shift in my tone. I frowned, turning to the guards. “Let’s go. Now.” The drive to the hotel bl

Edward’s POV From our window, the city of Paris had gone a little quiet. It was never truly still, but at this hour, the buzz from traffic faded into a gentle tune, and the distant glow of the Eiffel Tower flickered like stars against the night sky. Inside, it was just us. Vanessa’s breathing had already settled into the steady rhythm of sleep, her body curled against me, her leg tangled with mine beneath the sheets. My arm was wrapped protectively around her waist, my hand spread over the softness of her stomach as if I could keep her tied here forever, safe in my arms where no one. Kaz, my mother, Alessa, or fate itself, could touch her. Her hair, a wild cascade of red silk, spilled over the pillow and across my chest, catching faint glimmers of the moonlight that streamed through the curtains. I threaded my fingers through it absently, marveling at how something so untamable could feel so delicate against my skin. She shifted faintly in her sleep, nuzzling into me, and th