All Chapters of Marrying The Billionaire Who Healed Me: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Gabriel’s POVI rose to my feet, brushing my palms against my trousers as if the motion would shake off the weight of the conversation. “I should be going now. I just thought to come tell you this in person,” I said, my voice steady but clipped.He nodded immediately. He was a man, men are often expected to be stronger in the face of pressure, to hold their ground even in the most difficult moments. In times like this, they rarely crumble.Still, I couldn’t help but imagine a different scenario. If this had happened to his wife instead of him, if she were the one I came to see while he was the one being arrested, she wouldn’t be calm. She’d be crying, her voice breaking. She’d be screaming, clutching at me, refusing to let me leave so easily. She’d want to speak directly to the police, demand explanations, maybe even beg for leniency. But men… men usually aren’t like that.He walked me to the door. “Thank you for letting me know this, Sir. I really appreciate it,” he said, his tone po

Adrian’s POVWithout much delay, I instantly connected the dots. The break-in by this woman named Sonya Blame at my babe’s office had Gabriel Stabley written all over it. The thought hit me like a dart to the chest. This wasn’t some random act. This was calculated.I didn’t waste another second. I picked up my phone and dialed Eunice’s number.“The number you are trying to call is not reachable, please try again later,” the robotic voice announced coldly on the other end.My stomach tightened. That mechanical voice told me more than any words could — Eunice was still in a compromised state. Whatever Sonya had done to her inside that office was still lingering. I couldn’t afford to sit back and wait.I called CEO Anderson immediately.“Hello, CEO, may I be briefed about the situation at hand?” I asked, keeping my tone polite but firm.“She is currently in the hospital,” he replied, his voice low but steady. “The sedation has been flushed from her blood. But right now, she’s too weak an

Adrian’s POVIf Sonya, who was in police custody, could still be murdered while under their watch, it meant only one thing: the person who had sent her had already made their move. And it wasn’t just a move. It was a dangerous one.But could he really do it? Could he actually want to murder his own sister? The thought burned in my mind, yet I couldn’t dismiss it.Without wasting another second, I walked briskly to the reception, making sure my pace was quick but not suspicious. My mind was alert, my steps calculated, because we never could tell what could happen in the space of a few minutes away from her. One wrong moment and the situation could spiral out of control.One thing I knew for certain—though I had no military training or background—was that if anyone ever wanted to hurt Eunice, they would have to go through me first. And I wasn’t the type to step aside.Deep down, I already had a strong suspicion of who might have done this to Sonya. If it was indeed her brother who had s

Eunice’s POVI could hear his heartbeat, steady, warm, alive, beating for love, beating for desire.I didn’t know what came over me. Perhaps it was that same heartbeat that seemed to echo inside my own chest, syncing with mine as if the two were made for one rhythm.I felt like I was losing control over my own consciousness, yet not in the sense of blacking out or being unaware. No, I could see everything, vividly. This was not the loss of awareness that people speak of. This was the surrender of choice, the decision to remain pressed against his chest a little longer, to let myself breathe in the scent of him.When I finally lifted my head, my eyes wandered to his lips, such tender lips. My gaze moved to his face, a perfect balance of softness and strength, and then to his bold, well-built body, crafted like a sculpture meant to be admired.I wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing in that moment, but I knew with equal certainty that he didn’t fully understand what he was doing either.

Gabriel’s POVI walked slowly to the door, my footsteps careful against the tiled floor. A flicker of curiosity stirred in me as I leaned in and peeped at whomever was standing outside through the door hole.The sight that met my eyes was unexpected. A man, one I had never seen before, stood tall in an impeccable suit. The fabric shimmered faintly under the light outside, giving him the air of someone important. Behind him was another man, equally well dressed, his suit tailored so perfectly it seemed stitched onto his skin.They looked nothing like ordinary visitors. Instead, they carried themselves with the air of professionals about to make a life-changing proposal, as if they had come to offer a client an exclusive privilege — something as dangerous and secretive as joining a game where only the strongest survived.For a moment, their presence unsettled me. But then I reassured myself. Men who wore such suits that gracefully hugged their frames couldn’t possibly be here to harm me