All Chapters of Love Bet: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Travis’s POVThere was a lot I didn’t know about Sophia Moreau.But I knew this—She never let herself break.Not in front of people. Not where anyone could see.Which meant if she had collapsed, if her body had finally given out—it wasn’t a small thing.It was a fucking battle she had lost.And I wasn’t about to let her lose again.The drive to the hospital was a blur.Leah sat beside me in the back of my car, her fingers digging into her palms, stealing glances at Sophia every few seconds.Sophia, who was still too pale.Still unconscious.Still breathing too fucking shallow."She’s done this before," Leah muttered, mostly to herself.I forced my jaw to unclench. "She’s collapsed before?"Leah exhaled sharply. "Not like this. Not in front of people."That didn’t make me feel any fucking better.Because that meant this wasn’t new.It had happened before.And no one had stopped it.I gritted my teeth, shifting my hold on Sophia slightly, feeling the way she fit against me. Too small.

Travis’s POVSome people fight battles in boardrooms.Sophia Moreau fights them everywhere.And right now?She was losing."You’re going to eat," I said, arms crossed, my stance firm as I stared down at her hospital bed.Sophia tilted her head, eyes sharp despite the exhaustion weighing on her. "That’s adorable, Cole. You think you get a say in this?"Leah sighed dramatically from the other side of the room, dropping a paper bag onto the bedside table. "Don’t start, Soph. Just eat the damn food."Sophia scoffed, turning her glare on Leah. "I’m fine."Leah arched a brow. "You collapsed, Sophia.""Once."Travis pinched the bridge of his nose. "Twice," I corrected. "Twice in less than twenty-four hours."Sophia rolled her eyes. "And look at that—I survived."Leah let out a long, suffering sigh, then turned toward me. "You deal with her. I need a break before I strangle her."With that, she stalked out of the room, leaving me alone with the most stubborn woman on the planet.I exhaled slo

Travis’s POVSophia Moreau was the strongest person I had ever met.Not because she could walk into a room full of powerful men and make them fall silent with nothing but a look.Not because she had built an empire from the ground up, refusing to let anyone dictate her future.But because she never let anyone see her struggle.She fought her battles in silence, behind closed doors, with no one to catch her when she fell.Until now.Because whether she liked it or not, I wasn’t letting her fight this alone anymore.I woke up to the smell of coffee.For a second, I thought I was dreaming.Then I blinked, sitting up on the couch, my muscles stiff from sleeping in a position I knew my body would hate me for later.Sophia was in the kitchen.She was wearing an oversized sweater, her hair still slightly messy from sleep, standing at the counter as she poured two mugs of coffee.She never looked unpolished.Never looked anything less than put together.And yet, standing there like that—baref

Travis’s POVThere are moments that sneak up on you.Moments that shift something deep inside, even when you’re not looking for it.Moments that change everything—subtly, quietly, permanently.And tonight?Tonight was one of those moments.Sophia had been fidgeting for the last hour.Not in an obvious way—because nothing she did was obvious—but in the way she tapped her fingers against the side of her water glass, the way she kept shifting her legs under the blanket she had wrapped around herself, the way her eyes kept flicking toward the clock even though she had nowhere to be.She didn’t know how to be still.Not for this long.I exhaled, tossing my phone onto the coffee table and leaning back against the couch. "Alright, that’s it."Her head snapped toward me. "What’s it?""You need a distraction," I said simply. "And since work is off-limits, we’re watching a movie."Her eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"I smirked. "You heard me."She scoffed, crossing her arms. "You think forcing me to

Sophia’s POVPeople don’t just change overnight.They don’t wake up one morning and decide to be different.No.Change is slow. It creeps in when you’re not looking, weaving itself into the spaces you swore you’d keep locked away.And before you know it—You’re standing in your own kitchen, watching Travis Cole make himself at home, and you realize you don’t hate it.Not even a little bit.And that’s the problem."You look like you’re thinking too hard," Travis said, leaning against the counter, coffee mug in hand, smirking like he knew.Because of course he knew.He had spent the morning going through my apartment like he was mapping out the inside of my mind.And now, standing here, watching me like he could see what I was trying so damn hard to bury—I hated how easily he had started to unravel me.I exhaled, reaching for my own coffee. "You are exhausting."His smirk widened. "You said that already.""Because it keeps being true."He chuckled, taking a slow sip of coffee. "You sho