All Chapters of The Billionaire Who Bought Me The Moon: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The elevator doors opened, and Jason stepped into the foyer.For a moment, the air in the penthouse simply vanished.He was a wreck. His white dress shirt clung to him, damp with sweat. No tie. His eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with a raw exhaustion that made Samantha's breath hitch. He didn't look like a billionaire. He looked like a man who had been through a war."Sam." His voice cracked, stripped of its usual iron clad certainty. He didn't move toward her immediately, just stood there, chest heaving as he took her in. Checking for injuries. Like she'd just emerged from a wreckage.Samantha stood frozen by the marble island, the mug in her hand suddenly weighing a hundred pounds. Seeing him like this, vulnerable, frantic, sent a sharp, unexpected bolt of shame through her."Why?" The word was so quiet it was almost a plea. He took a staggering step forward. "Why would you do that? That stunt on the road... the speeds that taxi was hitting..." His voice broke. "You could have died, Sam

The silence in the room stretched out, long and heavy, as Jason remained on his knee. Samantha looked down at him, her chest aching with a mix of confusion and a strange, flickering hope. She had seen him angry, possessive, and arrogant, but she had never seen him like this. He looked smaller, somehow, stripped of the armor that his money and name usually provided. Lila moved closer, her hand still resting firmly on Samantha’s shoulder. She looked down at Jason, her expression shifting from shock to something softer, something like grudging respect. She cleared her throat, and when she spoke, her voice was surprisingly calm. "I don't know everything that’s going on here," Lila said, her eyes moving between the two brothers. "And I’m not even sure if I have a right to speak in this house. But Samantha is my best friend. She’s the only person who has ever truly looked out for me." Lila paused, looking at Jason’s bowed head. "I'll be honest, Sam. I’ve had my doubts about him. We all h

The sun was high enough to bleed through the heavy velvet curtains when the door to the master suite creaked open. For a moment, the room was silent, the only sound being the rhythmic hum of the air conditioning. I had been drifting in a state of half-sleep, my body heavy and my mind clouded by the fever that had finally broken. I felt Jason's hand on mine, but as the voices drifted in from the hallway, he slowly pulled away Jason stood up from the edge of the bed. He looked toward the door and then back at me, his expression unreadable but uncharacteristically soft. "I’ll give you some time," he whispered. "I’ll be in the study if you need anything." He walked past the figures standing in the doorway, giving my father a respectful nod and pausing briefly to touch my brother’s shoulder in a way that looked like a warning. Then, he was gone, closing the heavy oak door behind him. The room felt different the second he left. The air was less charged, less controlled. I blinked, trying

Chapter 123: The hum of the soundproofed room was almost too quiet. Jason had moved a plush leather armchair right next to my bed, his legs crossed and a laptop resting on his thighs. He had a pair of thin, silver-rimmed reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose—a look I didn’t see often, but one that made him look dangerously attractive in a scholarly, focused way. He hadn't left my side for hours, typing away at some multi-billion dollar merger while I lay there staring at the ceiling. The silk sheets were soft, the broth had been delicious, and my family was tucked away in their own luxury suites, but I was bored out of my mind. My head still felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and a dull ache lingered in my joints, making me restless. "Jason," I whispered, my voice echoing in the still room. "Go back to sleep, Sam," he murmured, his eyes never leaving the screen. He reached out with his left hand, blindly finding mine on the duvet and squeezing it. "The doctor said yo

The lobby of Horizon Biotech felt smaller than it had a week ago. Perhaps it was the way the security guards snapped to attention as the Maybach idled at the curb, or the way the receptionist stopped mid-sentence to watch me walk toward the elevators. I was wearing a suit that cost more than my first two years of college tuition. Every step I took in my high heels felt like a declaration of war against the girl I used to be. I wasn't just Samantha Torres, the promising researcher with a chip on her shoulder. I was the woman who had survived a kidnapping, a car crash, and the terrifyingly focused love of Jason Hale.I reached the fifth floor and the doors slid open. The familiar scent of ozone and industrial-grade sanitizer hit me. It was a smell I usually found comforting, but today it felt like a warning. I walked toward the main lab area, my heart thumping a jagged rhythm against my ribs.Mark, one of the senior technicians, was standing by the coffee station with Sarah, a junior res