All Chapters of My Billionaire Just Can’t Let Me Go: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Amelia’s POVHis mouth was everywhere—urgent, reverent—and my back arched like a live wire pulled too tight. “God, Amelia,” Cayden breathed against my throat, voice hoarse, “your eyes—look at me. Please. Let me drown in them.” I did. I let him. And when our eyes locked, his rhythm faltered, deepened, roughened, like he needed to bury himself. He looked at me like I was the only thing worth remembering in the world, and I felt like I was floating. The world blurred as my legs trembled around his waist. Seconds later, he collapsed beside me, chest heaving, arm flung over his eyes. I watched him, beautiful, his skin slick with sweat, as I tried to catch my breath too. This… was my own slice of heaven. I turned to snuggle up against him, put my head on his chest as was our routine. I breathed a small sigh of contentment, unable to stop a silly smile from crossing my features as he pulled me closer. “God—” he muttered, catching his breath. “I’m going to miss this.” I looked up at hi

Amelia’s POVHis words cracked like a whip, cutting deeper than any slap could have. There was no use trying to convince him that I hadn’t left that photo behind. He had already decided I was guilty.The irony was bitter. I remembered exactly when I’d taken that Polaroid—late one night, the two of us tangled in his sheets, his lips still swollen from kissing me breathless. I had wanted to freeze that moment, to keep proof that he had once looked at me like I was his whole world.I never thought that photo would be the rope used to hang me.I watched them walk, hand in hand, up to the stage where his parents waited with a microphone. The crowd cheered as if royalty had arrived. Charlie Morgan took the mic first, his voice booming with pride. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us tonight. It gives us great joy to announce the engagement of our son, Cayden Morgan, to the radiant Scarlett Vanderbilt!”The applause that followed was thunderous. People rose to their feet, champ

Cayden’s POVI locked myself away after the funeral. Curtains drawn. Food untouched. Bottles empty.Days blurred into each other, Amelia’s face pressed against every corner of my mind. I sat on the floor, head against the wall, whispering her name until it lost all meaning.Scarlett came once, her face streaked with mascara. “Cayden, please. You’re scaring me.”My mother stormed in later, voice shrill. “Are you out of your mind? You just got engaged! You can’t act like this!”Their words rolled off me. Meaningless noise. I only heard Amelia’s laugh echoing in my head, like she was still here, still in my arms. On the fourth day, I called Dr. Pierce.Her voice was brisk. “She had acute heart failure. The fever after the pool incident accelerated it.”I gripped the phone tighter. “But she’d been fine for so long—”“She wasn’t fine, Mr. Morgan. She’d already shown signs of weakening. I told her to prepare to get an LVAD, but she kept putting it off.”The words crashed into me. She hadn

Amelia’s POVWhen the little red light on the camera blinked off, Miles lowered it with a satisfied smile. “Perfect,” he said, voice smooth, soothing. “You did great. You honestly reminded me of Sophie, like I almost couldn’t tell the difference.”I smiled, feeling warmed by his compliment. “I’m sure she’d do it better if she were here.”His eyes softened, but there was something unreadable there—an ache, a flicker, quickly buried. “She’d still be proud of you,” he murmured, brushing his fingers lightly against mine.I nodded, but the words sat heavy in my chest. Sophie. The sister I never knew I had.A year ago, I had been lying in a sterile white hospital bed, my chest burning, my body collapsing in on itself. My heart had given out. The doctors said it was over.Then Miles appeared.I barely knew his name then. He was just a stranger in the corridor, the man who whispered something to the surgeon before they wheeled me away. But later—when I woke up with fire in my veins and pain

Amelia’s POVThe blue satin slid cool over my skin, catching the light as I turned in front of the mirror. I didn’t even like the dress. I hadn’t liked any of this from the start.When the invitation for the Posh Posh launch first arrived, my instinct had been to decline. I didn’t want to step into a ballroom filled with the elite of this city. I didn’t want to risk seeing him.But Oliver, our manager, had laughed at my hesitation. “You don’t want to go? Sophie, are you kidding me? It’s the event of the season. Half the industry will be there. I already confirmed your attendance.”Miles, too, had been puzzled. “Why wouldn’t you want to go? It’s perfect exposure for our channel.”I couldn’t tell them the truth. That the name Morgan International still made my chest constrict. That I’d rather swallow glass than walk willingly into Cayden’s world again. So I had smiled, clenched my teeth, and nodded.And now here I was, standing in our room, slipping into one of the many designer dress