Semua Bab The Billionaire Who Bought Me The Moon: Bab 1 - Bab 10

“Where the fuck have you been?”Jason leaned against the doorframe, arms folded tight over his chest, blocking her way in.Samantha’s bones ached as the weight of the bookbag on her hurt her shoulders. She felt so tired that her legs shook, and her stomach hurt with hunger.She’d been awake since before dawn, first a shift at the coffee shop, then back-to-back geology labs for six hours, before sprinting across town to her tutoring gig, all to keep her scholarship safe and to chip away at the mountain of medical bills waiting back home.All she wanted to do was collapse on her mattress and sleep like the dead for a few hours before dragging herself to her night shift, but it looked like Jason wanted to ruin any chances of that, just like he ruined everything else.Samantha froze in the doorway, the strap of her bag sliding off her shoulder. “Don’t start,” she muttered. “I can’t do this right now.”Jason got to his feet, his fists curling at his sides. “You can’t do this right now? Sam

Samantha didn’t even recognise herself in the mirror anymore. It’d been five years since she broke up with Jason and graduated. Five years of double shifts and a cold, empty house. Five years of watching rejection emails pile up higher than her rent notices.Her eyes had new shadows underneath them. Her hair was tied back permanently, as though she didn’t have the time or energy to ever let it fall free, and the only thing that was steady was her schedule: job applications, work, more work, job applications, smoke, collapse, repeat.She’d graduated top of her class with honours from the Geology department, but she had nothing to show for it, except for her childhood fascination with the moon and heaps of old textbooks she never returned to the library.She’d picked up a smoking habit to help cope with the breakup and the reality of her life now. Love? Relationships? Happiness? What a joke. Jason had cured her of that fantasy for good.The café was packed as the morning rush started, a

What the...” Jason was lounging in her chair like he owned it, legs spread wide, his Rolex catching the light.Her blood went cold. “What are you doing here?” she hissed, her bag sliding off her shoulder.“Nice to see you too, babe.” He put down the water he’d been drinking out of one of her cups, like he’d lived here all his life.The apartment buzzed like a construction site. Strangers in uniforms moved in and out, hauling in boxes, carrying out her broken study table, rolling in a flat-screen TV larger than the wall itself. Someone was hammering something in her kitchen, a new set of cabinets.For a second she thought maybe she was dreaming, so she rubbed her eyes. No, he was still there, larger than life, wearing the most expensive-looking suit she’d ever seen, his hair slicked back, smiling that handsome, maddening smile that had once charmed her and now boiled her blood. It’d been five years, and he hadn’t aged a day; if anything, he looked healthier, more polished and sophist

Samantha didn’t bother to put her shoes on; she just aped down the stairs two steps at a time, her socks slipping on the dusty wood. Halfway down, she stumbled and fell, hitting her knee hard on the ground, but she didn’t let that stop her. Instead, she pushed herself up again with a hiss of pain and kept running as quickly as she could. There was no time.She dug into her jeans pocket as she reached the downstairs door, desperately fishing for some change, before her fingers finally closed around a few coins and a crumpled dollar bill; the last of her cash.Luckily, she spotted a cab already idling by the curb, its taillight glowing faintly in the dark. She threw the back door open, jumped inside, and pressed the money into the driver’s hand.“Take me to Beacon Hills Hospital, quickly!” she blurted out breathlessly.The driver was an older man with tired-looking eyes. He raised his brows in the rearview mirror, asking. “What’s the hurry, huh? You look like the devil’s chasing you.”

"Arrest her!" the old man shouted, clutching the side of his bleeding head as two nurses frantically tried to press gauze to the wound. His face twisted with rage, spit flying from his open mouth. "That girl tried to kill me! You all saw it! She nearly cracked my skull open!""Sir, please try to stay calm," one nurse said, trying to steady him. "We need to assess the damage.""Calm? CALM?!" The old man's voice shook with fury. "She could've killed me! What if I have a concussion? What if there's brain damage?""No! Wait… no, that's not what happened!" Samantha shouted, stepping forward, her hands trembling as she tried to defend herself. Her face had gone pale, and her voice cracked as she rushed the words out. "It was an accident! Please, I didn't mean to hurt anyone! I was just trying to…"But her cries were already drowned out by the swarm of voices around her.Doctors poked their heads out of patient rooms, frowning because the hospital’s usual peace and quiet was now broken. A f