All Chapters of The Billionaire Who Bought Me The Moon: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

"I am here to work," I insisted. "Please. Don't let the lawyers get in the middle of this. I will find a way to pay you back personally. It might take time, but I’ll do it."Wolfe watched me for a long moment. The tension in the small office was suffocating. He seemed to be weighing my sincerity against the reality of the black Maybach parked outside."Fine," he said finally. "Keep the lawyers off my back, and I’ll keep the police off yours. But the second I see a Hale security detail in this lab, the deal is off. I don't work for him, and I won't have my lab turned into a playground for his possessiveness.""Understood," I said, feeling a small burst of hope.I spent the next four hours buried in the code. I didn't look up, not even when Sarah dropped a tray of slides nearby and glared at me as if it were my fault. I was making progress. The fragments Adrian had saved were enough to start rebuilding the foundation of the simulation. For a while, the logic of the science drowned out th

"Sorry, I don't mean to pry."He sighed tiredly, "She's angry most of the time. At me, at the world. Probably at you, definitely at you, actually." He rubbed his eyes. "She got her first job last week. Waitressing at that diner on Fifth Street.""That's a big step. How old is she if you don't mind me asking?""Fifteen. She wanted to work, she said she wanted to feel responsible and..." He paused, and I could see him weighing whether to continue. "But she's not handling it well. She can't manage more than three tables at once without getting overwhelmed, and yesterday someone sent back a burger, and she locked herself in the walk-in freezer and cried.""That sounds pretty normal for a first waitressing job, honestly." I remembered the years I spent waitressing at that cafe back when I was in school and how much it sucked. I felt bad for the girl."Maybe. But she's convinced everyone hates her. The other waitresses, the kitchen staff, and the customers. She thinks they give her the wors

I rushed to get away from them and turned to another aisle. I stood in front of the freezer case, the cold air hitting my face as I reached for a pint of mint chocolate chip. My hands were still a little shaky from the adrenaline of the breakthrough, and my mind was a messy blur of work thoughts and the way Adrian's shoulder had felt against mine.I moved down to the next shelf. There it was. Plain vanilla. The most basic, unadventurous flavor on the planet. In college, Jason used to eat it straight out of the carton while he watched me study, claiming that life was complicated enough without adding swirls or nuts to his dessert. It was a peace offering. I knew he was going to be furious when I got home, and part of me wanted to soften the blow instead of bite back.I grabbed the vanilla and turned toward the counter, but I stopped dead.The man wasn't a photographer. He didn't have a camera hanging around his neck, and he didn't have that frantic, pushy energy of the guys currently st

I pushed through the heavy front doors of the mansion, the bag from the mini-mart clutched against my side. The house was too quiet, the kind of stillness that felt heavy and expectant. As I crossed the foyer, I looked out through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows toward the back of the estate. In the distance, silhouetted against the dark sky, stood the frame of the observatory. It was nearly finished. The scaffolding was still there, but the dome was intact, a giant shadow that represented one of the many ways Jason had tried to buy my happiness.I turned away from the view and headed toward our wing. I passed the corridor that led to the guest suites where my parents were staying. They were likely deep asleep, tucked away in the luxury Jason provided for them, unaware of the stranger in the convenience store or the card hidden in my purse.When I reached our bedroom, I paused. The door was slightly ajar, a sliver of warm light spilling onto the carpet. I took a breath, adjusted m

I shifted under the silk sheets, feeling the familiar warmth of Jason’s arm draped over my waist. He was still asleep, his breathing deep and steady. For a second, I wanted to stay there forever, shielded by the walls of the mansion and the luxury that made everything feel soft.Then, the nausea hit.It was a sharp, rolling wave that started in my chest and crashed into my stomach. I carefully lifted Jason’s arm, trying not to wake him, and slipped out of bed. I made it to the bathroom just in time, sinking to the cold marble floor as my stomach revolted. It was over quickly, leaving me shaky and sweating. I rinsed my mouth and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked pale, the dark circles under my eyes standing out against my skin."Cheap ice cream," I whispered to my reflection. "That’s all it is."I didn't believe myself, but I wasn't ready to think about the alternative yet.I walked back into the bedroom to find Jason sitting up. He was leaning against the headboard, his hair