All Chapters of The Billionaire Who Bought Me The Moon: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

One minute, Samantha was crying into Jason's chest and the next minute she woke up in what looked like a hospital bed. Samantha's eyelids fluttered open, and for a second, she didn't know where she was, or how she'd gotten there. Her body felt like it belonged to someone else; she tried to lift her hand, but couldn't. She started to panic then, breathing frantically. She'd been taken again! They'd bound her hands, and she couldn't move! She blinked hard, forcing herself to focus on her surroundings. Relief washed over her when she realised that no, she wasn't tied up; it was just an IV line and some medical tape. She tried to move, but pain shot up her ribs and she gasped softly before lying back down. "Hey, easy, sweetheart," a nurse murmured, appearing beside her. "You're safe now. You're in St. Augustine's Trauma Centre. Try not to move too much, okay?" Safe. What a fucking joke, the word didn't even make sense to her anymore, because nothing about what she'd been throu

She gripped the edge of the mattress, eyes wide, heart monitor beeping faster and faster as every muscle in her body tensed with fear. The window creaked open and a dark figure slipped through the blinds, landing on the tiles with the careful grace of someone who had no business being there, or a great thief. The person walked straight up to her, and she could feel them staring into her soul, but she couldn't see them because of the hood they were wearing. Then the hood came down. His face was pale and streaked with sweat, eyes darting around like a scared animal before meeting her eyes again. "Sam," he breathed. Samantha's heart stuttered. "Ben?" "Don't scream, okay? I-I couldn't come through the front. Jason's security people are everywhere." She blinked at him, stunned. "You broke into a hospital?" "I had to see you," he said quickly, moving closer to her bed. "I heard what happened on the news. Everyone's talking about it. I-God, Sam, I didn't mean for any of this

The mansion looked nothing like she'd expected. Jason had made it sound warm and comfortable, and so she'd imagined soft golden lighting, a sleek furniture and a calm comfortable aura. But in person, the air smelled faintly of lemon polish and money, like something you'd expect from a museum, not a home. Samantha was too drained to take it all in. Her body ached from the car ride, every bump in the road having sent fresh pain through her injuries. Jason said little as he carried her up the grand staircase, his footsteps echoing against marble that looked like it cost more than her entire childhood home. Staff appeared and disappeared without a sound, their heads bowed low as though they'd been warned not to look too closely at the beat-up woman in their employer's arms. When he finally set her down on the edge of a wide bed, her head sank into a pillow softer than anything she'd ever touched. The room was dim, with muted tones of beige and cream, and curtains heavy enough

Two weeks passed. The bruises were gone now, and even though Samantha could finally move without feeling too weak and delicate, she felt really restless.Also, Jason had been different since the night he revealed the thing about his twin, always watching and hovering and monitoring her every move.Every day, he made sure she ate; he would show up at mealtimes with that quiet intensity. And every night, he checked on her before bed, touching her cheek or tucking the blanket around her.It would have been sweet if it wasn't a little bit creepy.This Sunday morning though, she'd had enough. So she slipped on a robe over her pyjamas and padded down the hall to find him. Before she could enter his study, she heard the sound of a serious reporter's voice coming from the half-open door to his study."...and in today's breaking news, sources close to the Hale family have confirmed the existence of a new previously unknown mistress-"The voice cut off abruptly when Jason turned off the televi

Jason POVBy the time she came down the stairs, Samantha looked like a vision.She'd gone with the powder blue dress that glimmered faintly under the light, clinging to her waist and her hips as she moved. Her hair, still damp from the quick shower, fell in dark, clean waves over her shoulders; most of the stress-grey hair was gone now. Her hands didn't itch as much as they used to for a smoke, she felt strangely calm. Happy almost, she didn't understand it.The diamond necklace she'd chosen caught the sunlight and sent it scattering across her skin. She knew nothing about jewellery, but it looked good to her, so she'd worn it anyway.Jason looked up from his phone and his mouth went a little slack with surprise before he caught himself."You look…" He cleared his throat. "Presentable.""Wow," she said, coming down the last step, "that might be the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me."He smiled faintly. "If I start complimenting you, right now, mi vida. If I called you all