All Chapters of The Billionaire Who Bought Me The Moon: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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The croissant place smelled so peaceful and calming, like sugar, butter, and freshly baked goods. Samantha hadn't realised how much she'd missed this.She'd been cooped up in Jason's house for so long, with his weird staff and white rooms that reminded her of hospitals, that she now enjoyed the sound of plates clinking, and casual chatter bubbling around her.Just New Yorkers being New Yorkers, life was happening without her having to overthink or survive or anything like that.Lily looked right at home, perched on the edge of her chair with her sunglasses pushed up into her hair, with her coffee cup cradled between her hands like she owned the entire café."I still can't believe you convinced him to let you out," Lily laughed, stirring her latte with a knowing smile. "Samantha? Batting her eyelashes and saying, "Pretty please?" The old you would've been so shocked."Samantha's cheeks flushed. "It wasn't like that at all...""I know exactly what it was like. I was there, I saw it, the

For one dizzying second, she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her.Marcus Hale stood framed in the doorway, tall, dark, like a weird robotic version of the real thing - Jason.It wasn’t that she hadn’t seen him before. She had. It wasn't too long ago when Jason's brother had shown up in her room after midnight, strolling in to ask strange interrogating questions. Jason had sworn it wouldn’t happen again. He'd promised her that his twin would stay out of their lives.And yet here he was. Smiling at her in broad daylight. At her.“Look at that, you still have a little bit of dessert on your lips." Lila reached up to the taller man and flicked her thumb gently at a small bit of cream on the side of his mouth, before licking it with a grin.Samantha’s mouth went dry. “Oh my God…” she whispered.He put his arms around her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You should've said something before leaving."Marcus's eyes slid past her shoulder to meet Samantha’s. That slow, knowing smi

Jason POVThis wasn't how any of this was supposed to go.Not because of Marcus, he was predictable and Jason had been expecting this. His brother always came when the stakes were highest, to ask his questions and plot and meddle with his life, he always knew exactly when to twist the knife deeper, thinking it would hurt him.That was nothing, the only thing that made Jason's chest tighten now was the look on Samantha's face.BetrayedThat single expression threatened to destroy everything that he'd built. Every careful move, every calculated plan, and every moment he'd orchestrated to bring her close to him and keep her there, all of it balanced on the edge of that look.He couldn't let it tip over. Too much was at stake.Marcus was still speaking, his mouth moving this way and that to cough up some other bullshit meant to turn the Samantha, away from him. Lily, that annoying brat, now stood between them, her tears streaking her makeup. Soon enough he would have to send a. private

JASON'S POV How predictable.Jason deleted the message and moved on, making another mental note to hire a secretary to handle these voicemails instead so he could devote his time to more important things.There were three more business propositions, each one more desperate than the last. Two charity requests, both of which he responded to. One thinly veiled threat from a sore loser competitor.All of it was irrelevant.He picked up his office line and dialled it."Davies," he said when his head of security answered. "The café on Madison, the croissant place.""Sir?""The manager overheard private details today about the Hale family that cannot get into the hands of the press. I need you to handle it."There was a brief pause. "How would you like me to handle it, sir?"Jason considered it. The man had been respectful enough, despite being rightfully annoyed about losing money. As a businessman himself, Jason understood him, there was no need for heavy-handed tactics. "Don't threaten