All Chapters of Married To His Billionaire Boss: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Nova's POVThe ride home was that uncomfortable sort of silence.Not the sort that song sounded amongst two people, the sort you wrapped yourself up in like a warm blanket on a drizzly Sunday afternoon. No.This was silence that was rough-hewn and blade-sharp, as if we had been left strangers with more history than could be re-begun and more pain than could be moved past.We suspended there in that awful middle space, where every gasp was forced and every glance was heavy with all that had been lost.I sat with my hands properly folded in my lap, fingers sometimes flitting against the fabric of my jeans. My eyes flashed repeatedly between the road ahead of us and the edge of his face, peeking like I was committing a sin.He was comfortable, too comfortable, in the way that caused my heart to shut down in recognition. But I had been around Levi for some time now to watch tension snuff itself across him like a second skin, furrowing into the creases of his shoulders and the defensive

Nova's POV I didn't realise I was holding my breath until I heard the door of the car shut behind her. Felicia. Here she strode, marching toward us like this was the most unfairly claimed takeover of the century. "Felicia," Levi said to her, his tone frigid and abbreviated. "What do you want?" She remained silent. She looked at me as if I wasn't even part of the conversation as if I were nothing but a prop on a set that she had already claimed for herself. Her eyes skimmed over me with disdain, taking in my crumpled jeans and simple top with the kind of disdain reserved for something too minor to pay attention to. "I have brought good news," she cooed, finally turning to Levi with a smile that didn't entirely reach her eyes. My stomach fell. Not what she was saying, those could be anything but how she was saying it. As if a secret pistol had been pulled out. As if whatever it was that she had come to say would explode and shatter the fragile calm that we had gotten a few h

Levi’s POV She said it like it was nothing. Just dropped it between us like a glass of wine at a dinner party, not caring about the stains it would leave on everything. Pregnant. With my child. Felicia? Since when did the thought of pregnancy occur to her? The same Felica I know hates the thought of her body getting 'damaged', her weird belief that she wouldn't be able to love herself or her body anymore. That nobody would. And now. She's pregnant? I did not go with her when she got into the car. I did not move. I did not speak. I could not. My legs did not belong to me, my brain clogged up by white noise. Nova had said nothing since Felicia got up and that was the silence I had ever had to endure. I moved closer to her. Now tides have suddenly turned. And the conversation I was hoping to have with her about what happened recently won’t be able to happen because this bomb that was just dropped between us has overshadowed that. But it has also overshadowed the ent

Nova's POV The guest room felt like a prison. As soon as I walked in, I locked the door and sat on the floor. I leaned my back on the cold wood. I could only hear the sound of my breath, and even that sound was from the cry I was trying to hold in. I reached out for a pillow at the edge of the bed with my shaking hands, and placed it tightly to my chest, as if it could keep me from falling apart. . But I fell apart anyway. The moment the door got locked, the tears came out. These were not soft or pretty tears. They were painful and messy. My heart was beating so fast. I screamed into the pillow, and the pillow was already wet with my tears. I kept seeing his face in my mind. That moment when he froze. The way his eyes looked shocked, then far away. How he looked at ne and her. As if he was trying to figure out something even while my whole world was falling down.. I thought I had felt pain before. I thought what Jace did to me was the worst. Naomi lying. The threats. The way pe

Nova's POV Strength, they say, is quiet. It doesn't scream and advertise itself but just shows up when you need it to. And I was mastering living like that, each painful day at a time. Because of that night, the evening, the thing between Levi and me had shifted. Not in the type of apocalyptic, Hollywood script type of way you would find in films. But in the type of quiet, jarring, unpleasant silence that crept up the sides of every room we stepped into. The type that reminded you sharply of your own breathing, the clank your coffee cup made if you bang it down on the marble counter. Levi barely spoke to me anymore and, when he did, spoke curtly, matter-of-factly, as if reciting lines for a play for which he was not the author. I had realized that there was going to be nothing else to occur, as you get to put your hand on the hot stove once you've been burned. I no longer cried myself to bed in darkness or woke up with that broken moment of hope that perhaps.... perhaps, he