Semua Bab Claimed By The Billionaire Ex: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Chapter 41: The Slip I Shouldn’t Have MadeAurora’s POVI felt it the moment the words left my mouth; we are not moving back to France.I was too careless with the words and they rushed out too fast like I had no self control. I saw it land on him.I saw the shift in Jace’s face—the sharp, quiet flare of triumph he didn’t bother to hide. The kind of look someone gives when the universe finally hands them something they’ve been begging for in silence.I added the useless, flimsy “At least not yet” as if that would soften the damage.It didn’t...not even a little bit. I'm not even surprised at that.His expression already said everything—the satisfaction, the ease settling into his shoulders, the slow inhale like he was savoring the air I had just given him permission to breathe.My stomach tightened.I had handed him a weapon without meaning to. I couldn't stomach it so I looked away first.He ran a hand down his jaw, still watching me with that unnerving calm of his. “So,” he said sl

Chapter 43: The Distance Between UsAurora’s POVThe car feels too small for the amount of emotion crammed inside it. My chest is still tight from crying, the last shreds of tears drying on my cheeks, leaving a tight, salty pull on my skin. Jace doesn't move. He's still rooted inside the car.Of course he is.Because Jace never leaves when I want him to.He only leaves when it hurts the most. And when I don't want him to."Get out of my car, Jace." say through clenched teeth, staring straight ahead.“No,” he replies quietly, stubbornly. “Not until we talk.”“I don’t want to talk.”“I don’t care.”I snap my head toward him. “Get. Out.”He shakes his head slowly, studying my face like he’s reading a language he forgot how to speak.“You look distraught,” he says, voice low, steady. “You’re not okay, Aurora.”“I’m fine.”“No, you’re not. You don’t even look like you’re in the right state of mind to drive.”That does it.“I am in the right fucking senses!” I shout, slamming my palm agai

Chapter 45: The Woman Who Raised MeJace’s POVThe drive had been long—four and a half hours from Manhattan, cutting through smaller highways and an endless ribbon of trees that shifted from summer-green to hints of browns and quiet oranges. I hadn’t made this trip in a while now. And to be honest, it was because I avoided making my way over. I pulled into the gravel driveway of the house I’d memorized as a child. It sat modestly in the middle of a quiet street in Maple Oak, a town so small the locals still waved at anyone who drove by.The house was exactly the way I remembered it—cream-colored siding, ivy crawling lazily along the stone foundation, and a small front porch with white railing. I'd told her numerous times that I could afford a better house and that she didn't need to keep on staying here but she refused to listen, as always.Flowers lined the porch steps—peonies, marigolds, roses in shades that looked like they’d been fussed over every day. Their sweetness lingered in

Chapter 47: Telling GrandmaJace’s POVGrandma’s stare had always been one of the few things capable of making me feel young again.She was one of the few people in the world who could make me cower and beg. And she was also one of the few people in the world I trusted. The funny fact was that we were not even related in any way...blood resulted at least.She took me in after my parents died. I was just four when it happened and she was a neighour to my parents. Nobody in my parents family wanted me, grandma was the only one who fought for me. She treated me like family and she still does.One thing I hated in life was disappointing my grandmother. And I don't mean by not saying the prayer before meal, no. I meant that in what I do normally. My life as a whole.There was only one time she was extremely disappointed in me and that was when Aurora left.Grandma observed me now. She didn't say anything as she watched me. I swallowed and pushed my plate back a little.I leaned back slight

Chapter 49: Hard TruthsJace’s POV"Imagine you pushing her at every chance and every opportunity she gets, how the hell do you think she's even going to let you in then? Where's the common sense in anything you did? Where's the basic reasoning because I can't seem to find an atom of it, boy."Grandma’s words hung in the air long after she finished her lecture. The words felt like they were bullets from a sniper and they were impossible to ignore or dodge no.matter.how hard I tried.I sat there, elbows on my knees, fingers threaded through my hair as I exhaled slowly. The room suddenly felt smaller than it truly was, like her disappointment had condensed the room itself. The faint hum of the refrigerator, the sound of the television and even the fucking sound of a mower outside all felt too loud all of a sudden.She watched me, waiting.She always waited like that. She's watching me with a stern look, quietly until I broke.And of course, I did. I always did when it came to her.“You