All Chapters of The Billionaire's Distraction : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lucia hesitated, unsure how to respond as Adrian confidently waited for her answer. The girls' eyes danced between the two of them, the air charged with a tension even Mia and Sarah could feel. But before she could speak, a familiar voice called out from a little distance away. “Lucia!” She turned, surprised. “Marcus?” There he was—dressed in a casual tee and jeans, coming towards them with a boyish smile. Her face lit up. Adrian noticed. So this is Marcus, he thought, giving him a once-over. He looked... normal. Unremarkable. What exactly did she see in this guy? “Hi, Luce. Was almost sure you weren't the one. How are you?” Marcus said, stopping a few inches away from her. ‘Luce’ — Adrian cringed in disgust. “I’m good, Marcus. My friends

“Lucia, who is Marcus to you?” Lucia’s breath hitched. She stared at Adrian,his eyes piercing into hers with an intensity that made her legs feel like they could give out any second. His voice wasn’t loud, but it held a charge, a sharp edge that made her pulse quicken. He was close,too close. One more step and he’d be in her space entirely, in her skin, in her head, everywhere. Adrian had tilted his head slightly, eyes locked on hers. She could feel his breath on her face, warm, minty, and maddening. Her heartbeat thudded like a warning drum, each beat echoing louder in her chest. She held her breath instinctively, trying to create a wall of composure between them. But his fingers broke through it. He reached out and cupped her chin, tilting her face back to meet his gaze. His touch was light, gentle—teasi

Lucia barely slept a wink. She had spent the entire night tossing and turning, staring at the ceiling as flashes of the previous evening danced behind her eyelids. The kiss, the promise, the way Adrian had looked at her like she was the only person who existed. It had left her restless and far too aware of her own heartbeat. The feelings were new. Complicated. Terrifying. By the time the sun had begun to rise, casting golden beams across the luxurious room, she had made up her mind: the sooner she returned to her dorm, the better. She wanted to be around something familiar. Something that didn’t breathe down her neck with desire and declarations. Something that didn’t make her chest race and her thoughts blur like ink in water. Lucia grabbed her small bag and crept downstairs, trying to avoid making a sound. The house was quiet, wrapped in the soft silence of early morning, save f

Lucia came to with a sharp gasp, the kind that tore up her throat like she’d been drowning. She jolted upright, heart hammering in a wild rhythm against her ribcage. Cold sweat clung to her skin like a second layer. Her hair stuck to her forehead in damp strands, and every inch of her body trembled as though she’d just escaped something unseen but terrifyingly real. Her eyes darted frantically around the room, struggling to distinguish memory from reality. The faint light filtering through the gauzy curtains was too soft, too warm, to belong to that alley. But the weight in her chest remained heavy—like she hadn’t quite escaped. The bed beneath her was too plush. The sheets too clean. Her fingers rose hesitantly to her face, expecting to feel the sting of a bruise, the ghost of a bloody fist—but there was nothing. No broken skin, no pain. Only her shallow, ragged breathing and the faint hum of air-conditioning in the background, wh

Lucia alighted from the helicopter with wind-swept hair and pink cheeks, her eyes scanning the surroundings with eager anticipation. "Looking for something?" Adrian asked, adjusting the sleeves of his shirt as he followed behind her. "My basket," she replied, eyes still darting left and right. "The one with all the fruits." Adrian chuckled and signaled to one of the staff members nearby. Within seconds, her beloved basket of fruits was returned to her arms. She practically lit up, her expression radiant with gratitude and childish delight. "Thank you!" Back at the estate, a maid approached them at the entrance. "Miss, may I take that to the kitchen for you? The chef can prepare something from the fruits if you wish." Lucia hugged the basket to her chest like a prized possession. "No, thank you. I wan