Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire Who Bought Me The Moon: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

There was absolutely nowhere for him to hide, the alley had only one single exit, currently blocked by three guys who looked like they were out to kill him.“Look,” Cedric said, backing up into the brick wall while trying to sound calm and reasonable. “I don’t know what this is about, but I think there’s been some kind of mistake…”The leader’s voice cut harshly, “Your father’s debt. We’re here to collect it.”Cedric’s stomach dropped “I’ve been making the payments every single month, like clockwork. You can check with-”“We want the rest.” The man who looked to be the leader took a step closer, and in the dim yellow light spilling from the street, Cedric could make out more details. He had on an expensive-looking suit, with greying, slicked-back hair and a scar across his left eyebrow. “All of it. Now.”“Now?” Cedric let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Wait. Are you fucking serious? That’s two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. No one can pay that kind of cash at once, especially with a

Samantha's breath hitched as she pushed the door open and slipped inside, closing it softly behind her.The room smelled like him, bringing back heated memories of last night, his hands on her skin, his voice in her ear, the way he'd made her body sing and ache all at once.She shook the thoughts away.Focus.The study was darker than the rest of the house, heavy curtains blocking most of the sunlight.His sleek, massive desk dominated the space, the computer monitor glowing faintly in standby mode.Samantha hesitated only a moment before sliding into his chair. The leather was still faintly warm, as if he'd been sitting there recently.She touched the mouse, and the screen flared to life. It was password-protected, and without the right code, she couldn't get access.She tried the obvious ones first: 12345. Nothing. Jason Hale. Nothing. His birthday, still nothing."Fuck! Please work!" she muttered under her breath, frustration building.Then an impossible thought crossed her mind, a

Mattias waved him off with a sharp flick of his hand. "It's just wolves regrouping. They always circle before they strike, nothing new." His eyes slid to me, lingering for a second too long, before snapping back to his men. "Keep the camp quiet, no firelight, spread the signal if they get closer." The scout hesitated, glancing between us. "But sir, if they get past the outer perimeter..." "Then we'll handle it the same way we always do." Mattias's voice dropped low. "Or do you need me to hold your hand through basic defensive strategy?" The scout's jaw tightened. "No, sir." "Good. Now get out. And tell Gregor to stop spreading panic through the camp. Last thing we need is our own people turning on each other before the wolves even get here." "I'm injured too, but you don't hear me crying about it, do you?" Mattias snapped, and though his shirt was still damp with blood, his voice carried enough force that the man clamped his mouth shut and left. Mattias stood, testing his side

I yelped, scrambled back, and nearly tripped over my own dress. "What the actual..." A man shifted in the sheets, blinking at me through a curtain of greasy hair. His face was hidden in shadow and half-bloodied. One eye looked sharp and clear; but the other was ringed with swelling and dark bruises. I had never seen him before in all the time I'd spent around the pack, but even as I couldn't recognise him, I could tell that he was probably really handsome under all that bruising, but what the hell was he doing in my bed? "Well," he groaned, voice rough with exhaustion. "Took me long enough to find you." I froze. He was human, and I didn't need wolf senses to know it. His eyes were just a regular brown, not the bright, flashy colours werewolves usually had, and there was no scent of power or anything, just the stink of dirt and sweat. And somehow, this stranger had ended up in my bed. "Okay," I said, holding up my hands. "I know I'm irresistible, but breaking into my room a

Two days later, Samantha stood in front of Horizon Research Institute, watching Franklin park her bulletproof luxury vehicle in the designated lot with the careful precision of someone who'd done this a thousand times before.He caught her eye in the rearview mirror and gave her a small, reassuring nod before climbing out to open her door."Have a good day, Miss Torres," he said warmly, his aged face crinkling with a genuine smile."Thank you, Franklin." She stepped out onto the pavement, smoothing down the front of her blouse nervously. "I'll text when I'm ready to leave.""I'll be nearby," he promised, though they both knew what that really meant.He'd be parked within visual range with the car engine idling, ready to extract her at a moment's notice if anything went wrong. Because Jason had made it abundantly clear after the accident that she was never, ever to drive herself again.Not that she'd argued. The memory of twisted metal and Adrian Wolfe's blood on the concrete was still