All Chapters of Until I Wrote Him : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 21 Roman's POV The boardroom always smells faintly of fear. Or maybe that’s just my imagination.The metallic tang of sweat from men and women who talk a good game until I pin them with a question they can’t answer.I sit at the head of the long obsidian table, hands steepled, eyes fixed on the screen flashing projections and profits. The city sprawls in glass and steel behind me, but no one dares glance at the skyline. Their eyes are on me, waiting for a word, a gesture, anything that tells them which way this will go.“You know what they say, numbers don't lie,” I say, my voice low and deliberate. “People do. If you want me to believe in this deal, don’t bring me pretty stories. Bring me proof.”The silence that follows is so sharp it could cut glass. One of the senior partners clears his throat, tugging at his tie like it’s choking him. I lean back in my chair, stretching my shoulders, hiding the fatigue pulling at my muscles. God knows I

Chapter 23 Roman's POV The glass doors hissed open, releasing a gust of disinfectant-scented air that clung to my nostrils the moment I stepped inside. Hospitals always smelled like this, sterile, suffocating, as though they were trying to scrub death out of existence with bleach and antiseptic. My chest tightened, not because of the smell, but because of the thought that beneath all that polish and shine, someone I loved was lying between life and death.Rory.The thought of her name alone sent a sharp pang through my chest, but I shoved it down, like I always did. Feelings were luxuries, control was necessity. And right now, I had to be in control.My shoes clicked against the pristine tiles as I strode toward the reception desk, every muscle in my body taut with restrained urgency. The waiting area was filled with quiet chaos, patients hunched in chairs, nurses in pastel scrubs bustling with clipboards, a child whimpering softly in his mother’s arms.

Chapter 25 Roman's POV The envelope didn’t look dangerous.That was the first lie.It lay in India’s hands like something ordinary, something trivial, just a white slip folded neatly inside cheap hospital paper. No weight. No signature. No official seal of doom. Yet it felt as though the entire damn building was leaning toward it, as though the walls themselves were waiting to hear what truth it carried.My eyes wouldn’t leave it. Couldn’t.India’s slender fingers trembled around the edges. Her knuckles pressed bone-pale against the contrast of her warm skin, the tendons in her wrist twitching with strain. She gripped the paper like a lifeline, but her body told another story, shoulders quivering, lips parted as though the air had turned too heavy to breathe.That envelope wasn’t just paper. It was a verdict. A chain. A door.And me?I sat frozen in the leather chair across from her, every muscle locked in stone, my jaw wired tight. I’d stared d

Chapter 27 Roman's POV The city looked almost unreal that night. From the tinted glass of my car, the skyline shimmered with its towers and jagged edges, glowing like shards of glass lodged into the black velvet of the horizon. Manhattan or any popular city at this hour was never asleep, but tonight it mocked me with its life, its noise, its neon heartbeat that clashed with the suffocating stillness pressing against my ribs.I should have felt something, anger, victory, resolve. Something sharp enough to cut through the chaos inside me. But the truth? All I felt was the strange weight of silence trailing me like a phantom from that restaurant to here.India’s eyes haunted me. Wide, guarded, splintered with something she couldn’t quite bury. And her motherly doctor or rather Dr. Monica Mayer standing there with the envelope. The envelope that remained sealed. Yet the answer was already etched into the air, carved int

Chapter 29 Roman’s POV The car pulled up at the mouth of an alleyway that smelled of damp concrete and secrets. My driver shifted uncomfortably in his seat, eyes flicking toward the low neon sign that buzzed faintly against the night. The word Eclipse pulsed in purple, half-burned out, a ghost of what might once have been a vibrant name. Now it just looked like a promise that someone would regret keeping.I stepped out, straightening the lapel of my coat, my gaze sweeping the shadows like a man scouting hostile territory. This wasn’t the kind of place I frequented, not the kind of place anyone with my name should be caught in. Which was precisely why Monica had chosen it.Clever woman.Infuriating, but clever.I could almost hear her voice in my head, mocking me for even showing up.If you want me, Roman, you’ll come to my world for once.Except this wasn’t her world. Not really. She was a doctor. A woman of polished diction and sterilized gloves