All Chapters of My billionaire driver : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ariana stirred from sleep, her body still aching in places that reminded her of the chaos they had narrowly escaped. The bruises were fading slowly, but the ones in her mind and heart felt deeper,fresh wounds layered with suspicion and truths no one dared to say out loud.Liam was still asleep beside her.Peaceful. Trusting.Too trusting.The morning light entered through the hotel room's curtains,Ariana eased out of bed, careful not to wake him. Her bare feet made no sound against the marble floor as she tiptoed across the room.The laptop still sat on the small desk in the corner, its screen black but not shut. The USB was right where she had left it, protruding like a secret whispering her name.She hesitated.Then she sat down and tapped a key.The screen blinked to life, the same encrypted files staring back at her like silent sentinels. Her pulse quickened as she scrolled through them again.She opened a folder she hadn't tried before,a series of image files.Most were blank. So

The drive back to the hotel was quiet again.But this time, it wasn’t exhaustion keeping them silent.It was distance.Invisible. Heavy. Tense.Liam’s hands gripped the wheel tighter than necessary, his jaw locked, eyes focused on the road, though he kept sneaking glances at Ariana beside him.She sat stiffly, her eyes glued to the window, arms folded protectively over her chest.When they got back to the suite, Liam opened the door for her. She walked in without a word, went straight to the bed, and sat down.“You’re not going to tell me what you were doing out there alone?” Liam asked finally, closing the door behind them.Ariana didn’t even look at him. “I was taking a walk,” she said. “Near an abandoned lot in the middle of nowhere?”She said nothing.Liam exhaled slowly, tried again. “Rina…”“Don’t,” she said quietly, cutting him off.Her voice wasn’t angry. It was… tired.Tired of lies. Tired of pretending.He stood still for a moment, watching her as she kicked off her shoes

The drive back home was quiet at first, the hum of the tires on the asphalt filling the space between them. The tension from earlier was slowly melting away now that they knew the commotion at school had nothing to do with Ariana.Liam’s hand rested loosely on the steering wheel, his eyes flicking toward her every now and then.“So…” he started, voice low. “What happens now? Between us, I mean.”Ariana turned her gaze to the passing streetlights, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her jacket. “I like you, Liam… more than I probably should,” she admitted softly. “But I want to graduate high school before I get into a real relationship. No drama, no distractions. Just… us, without the official label.”Liam smirked faintly, though there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes. “So, we’re together… but not together?”She smiled. “Something like that. Just until I’m ready.”He gave a small nod, squeezing the steering wheel. “Fine. But I’m warning you… unofficial or not, I’m not letting

The knock came again,soft, deliberate,like whoever was behind it didn’t want to be heard by anyone else.Liam’s lips froze against hers. His hand, which had been resting at the curve of her waist, tightened slightly before he pulled back. Ariana could still feel the ghost of his breath brushing her lips, warm and tempting, and it made her pulse quicken even as her heart pounded from the interruption.They stared at each other for a heartbeat, both of them catching their breath.Another knock. A little more urgent this time.Liam’s jaw flexed. “Stay here,” he murmured, voice low but threaded with irritation.Ariana didn’t move, her body still humming with the aftershocks of their closeness. She pulled her knees up on the bed, hugging them, watching as he ran a hand through his already tousled hair and crossed the room. Even shirtless, with the dim light catching the definition of his shoulders and the hard lines of his back, there was a readiness in him,like a predator hearing somethin

The ballroom hummed with whispers as Ariana’s voice rang out through the microphone, strong and unwavering. The spotlight bathed her in gold, every eye fixed on her as she spoke of resilience, of survival, of finding light in the ruins.But beneath her steady poise, her pulse drummed hard against her ribs. She knew they were watching her. Not the audience, not the cameras, but the enemies hidden in plain sight.From the shadows near the far-left exit, Liam’s sharp gaze followed every shift in the crowd. His jaw tightened when his eyes landed on Tessa’s friend, a slim woman pretending to be a volunteer, hovering too close to the stage with a tote bag clutched to her chest.The trap was working.Clara’s voice murmured softly into Liam’s earpiece: “She’s moving. She’s pulling something out.”And then it appeared a small glass vial, liquid glinting under the lights. Clear, harmless-looking, but Liam recognized it instantly for what it was. Acid. One splash, and Ariana’s beauty, her life,