IN LOVE WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS(He Is Betrothed, But Mine!) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Alicia's POVThe call connected after the first ring, Frank's gruff voice filling the silence of my study. "Alicia," he greeted, as if he hadn't been expecting my call.I didn't waste time with pleasantries. "Has Leonardo gone to Milan?"There was a pause, the kind that prickled under my skin. "Yes," Frank confirmed. "He arrived yesterday. Spent the night at a hotel near the address you gave me, and he visited her this morning."My nails bit into the polished wood of my desk. It wasn't the answer I wanted, but it was the one I'd expected. Leonardo's weakness for Olivia was his most glaring flaw, a flaw I was determined to exploit. I would get rid of Olivia and that baby of hers, apparently it has been making Leonardo act so out of character that one will think that he's in love with her. Tsk love such a brazen word, a man needs stability, support which will be able to give and not Olivia. if this was merely just about warming his bed, that I'll be very much be able to provide then

Leonardo's POVThe buzz of my phone dragged me out of the meeting, the vibration persistent and grating against my already frayed nerves. I excused myself, the words of my business partners fading into the background as I stepped into the hallway. My fingers trembled slightly as I pulled the device from my pocket, half hoping and half dreading that it would be Olivia.But it wasn't her. It was Frank."What?" I barked, irritation masking the unease that twisted in my chest.There was a pause on the line, long enough to make my stomach knot. "Leonardo," Frank's voice was low, deliberate. "We need to talk. It's about Olivia."The air seemed to vanish from my lungs. My grip on the phone tightened, my voice dropping to a growl. "What about her?""She's gone," he said bluntly. "Kidnapped."The hallway tilted, the sterile walls closing in around me as his words sank in. "What the hell are you talking about?""She was taken from Milan. I've been looking into it since it happened, but it's s

Leonardo's POVI couldn't sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Olivia-her face pale with fear, her voice breaking as she called for me. And every time, I'd wake in a cold sweat, furious that I wasn't there to protect her.The glass of whiskey in my hand did little to numb the anger that coursed through me. The city lights outside my penthouse window blurred, a kaleidoscope of colors that only added to the chaos in my mind. Olivia was out there somewhere, scared and alone, and I was here, trapped in a maze of dead ends and unanswered questions.Frank hadn't called with any updates, and every minute that passed without news felt like a lifetime. I slammed the glass onto the counter, the sound echoing through the empty room.This wasn't me. I wasn't the kind of man who sat around waiting for things to happen. I was the kind of man who made them happen.And yet, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was already too late.The next morning, I was back in my office, my fingers flying a

Olivia's POVThe hallway was eerily silent, the kind of quiet that pressed down on my chest and made every breath feel like a struggle.My bare feet barely made a sound against the cold, rough floor as I crept forward, my heart pounding so hard it was a miracle no one heard it.The dim light flickered overhead, casting long, ominous shadows along the walls. Every step felt like a gamble. I didn't know where I was going, didn't have a plan beyond get out. But staying in that room, bound and helpless, wasn't an option anymore.The ropes I'd managed to free myself from still hung loosely around my wrists. My hands trembled as I held them close to my chest, the raw skin burning with every movement. I pressed forward, staying close to the wall, my ears straining for any sound of movement.I reached a corner and hesitated, peeking around it. The corridor ahead was empty, but a door at the far end stood slightly ajar. Light spilled out from the gap, and the faint hum of voices reached my

Olivia's POVThe cold air bit into my skin as I stirred awake. My side throbbed with an intensity that stole my breath, the pain radiating out like a wave with every shallow inhale. I blinked against the dim light, the rough texture of the chair beneath me a cruel reminder of where I was.The memory of my failed escape hit me like a punch to the gut. The shouts, the gunshot, the searing pain-it all replayed in my mind like a cruel, endless loop.I shifted, the ropes around my wrists biting into my skin. Blood soaked the bandage at my side, a dark crimson stain spreading slowly across the fabric of my shirt. The makeshift dressing did little to stem the bleeding, and every movement sent a sharp jolt through my body.But I was alive.I clung to that thought, even as despair threatened to swallow me whole. I was still breathing, still here. And as long as I was alive, I had a chance.The door creaked open, and I stiffened, my pulse spiking.It was him again. The tall one with the cold,