All Chapters of Married To His Billionaire Boss: Chapter 131 - Chapter 139

Nova's POV The hospital room was quiet now. After all the crazy news, the crying, and the memories that hit me like broken glass, there was just silence. Heavy silence that made you sit there with feelings you did not know what to do with. Levi sat down in the chair that was close to my bed. He rested his arms on his knees and his hands kept moving around each other. I could see it in him that he was trying to think of what to say. I felt him staring at me when he thought I was not looking. But I was looking. I always watched him. That was my problem. I turned from the window. The morning light hit his face and made him look soft. His eyes found mine. He looked like he wanted something but was scared too. "I know this is bad timing," he said in a low voice. "But we have to talk. Just us two. No one else is around." I nodded. "Yeah, we do." He got up, walked up to my bed, and sat down on the floor next to it. His hand went to the sheets that was close to mine but he did not tou

Rita’s POV The house was quiet.It had not always been like this. There was a time when Miller's home was full of life. Laughter filled the atmosphere, heels sounded on the marble floor, music was played softly in the sitting room, and Felicia’s voice rings out anytime she gives an order or asks for things no one can do. Back then, everything felt loud and busy.Now it felt like an empty shell. A big house with expensive things but no joy. I sat down on the couch, holding my teacup with my two hands. The tea was warm, but it could not stop the cold I was feeling inside.David sat across from me in a chair. He looked deep in thought, staring at nothing in particular. His face looked so tired.This week had changed everything. We had already lost a daughter once, and the pain of that was something we never forgot.But this time, this time we almost lost her again. She came back into our lives, grown, beautiful, hurt, and broken. And just when we thought we would lose her again, someth

Nova’s POVThe room felt quieter than it had been all through the week. Maybe because my heart was louder now, pounding with decisions, grief, and stubborn hope all at once. I was leaving today. My bag was zipped and lined up neatly by the bed. The last of the flowers Levi brought me were already wilted, and I did not have it in me to throw them.I sat down again, letting the rays of sunlight reflect through the window blinds. My phone was on my lap, the screen was dark, until I tapped it and read Levi’s last text.“Be there in 20 minutes. I will help you pack the rest. Anything you want from the apartment?”I replied with a short list. A few journals. My favourite coffee mug. My navy blazer. I kept the message brief, but I knew Levi would read between the lines. He always did.For the first time in a while, I praised myself, not for being strong, but for adhering to what I said I was going to do. I did not go back on my word. I was not falling apart. I was not the same woman who once

Nova’s POVDinner was warm—literally and emotionally.I sat at the edge of the dining table, still feeling like I was floating in a bubble of unreality. Everything around me felt oddly familiar but deeply surreal. The clinking of silverware, the soft hum of the radio playing in the background, and the occasional sound of footsteps upstairs—it was like stepping into a dream I once had but forgot I’d dreamed at all.Rita had made roast chicken, just the way she remembered I used to like it—soft, juicy, seasoned with rosemary and garlic. The mashed potatoes were buttery, and the gravy was rich. There was even a bowl of baked mac and cheese resting beside a plate of golden-brown dinner rolls. She kept apologizing for it being “simple,” but it tasted like a feast.It tasted like home.David was pouring juice into glasses like we were ten again. “We don’t do wine on first nights back,” he joked with a small smile.I laughed quietly. “I think that’s fair.”They sat across from me like they

Nova’s POV The golden hue of morning slipped into my room, showing a quiet glow on the curtains and the walls. I blinked at the unfamiliar ceiling for a while, before I remembered that I was home. Home. Not the penthouse and not the hospital. But here, in my childhood room. Jasmine Miller’s room.I smelled toast from downstairs and maybe scrambled eggs. My stomach sounded and that reminded me that I did not eat much last night. There were too many emotions, and so many memories slamming into me like a tide. But this morning felt different. Still emotional, but quiet. Softer somehow.I brushed my teeth and wore something simple, hoodie and leggings. No need for the poised Nova mask. Here, I was just Jasmine. No expectations. No cameras. No board meetings. Just a daughter who wants to find her way back to her family that has been torn apart before.When I went downstairs, I saw my dad there, he was already seated at the breakfast table, going through the newspaper pages one after the o