Tous les chapitres de : Chapitre 41 - Chapitre 50

ANNA'S POV The whole ceremony had finally come to an end, and the large hall that had been filled with people just an hour ago was now slowly emptying. Mom and Dad didn’t waste time; they decided to head home almost immediately after the last group of guests left. They both looked exhausted, especially Mom, and even though she didn’t say it out loud, I knew the long day had drained her. I hugged them both before they left, telling them I would call once everything was done. I had already told Dan earlier that he was going to contact James very soon, but I wanted to give it at least a day before I made any decisions about buying the shares. Everything had gone smoother than I expected today, and even though I acted calm the entire time, I needed some breathing space before stepping into another decision. I hadn’t seen Isabel since the moment Ryan decided to step in and James left. At first, I assumed she went to the bathroom, but as the minutes passed, I realized I might be wrong. I

BELLA'S POV I made up my mind to stand up on my feet and dragged myself out of the room. Staying in bed wasn’t helping, the pain was only getting worse and the hunger was beginning to feel like claws scraping the inside of my stomach. If I didn’t eat something soon, I knew I would faint in my sleep, and waking up on the floor again wasn’t something I wanted to experience twice. The moment I stood up, my head spun violently. I reached out quickly, grabbing the edge of the bedside table. My fingers shook as I held on, my breathing uneven. I tried again, taking one slow step forward, then another. By the third step, my legs almost gave out and I had to grab the wardrobe to keep myself from crashing to the floor. Three times. I almost fell three times before I even made it out of my room. Each step felt like I was dragging a body that wasn’t mine anymore. A constant reminder that something inside me was wrong. I leaned against the wall, waiting for the dizziness to pass, counting my

ANNA'S POV “That’s really humble of you to do so, ma’am, and if it works then everyone would remember your name as something more.” The reporter said as she finally took her seat, her eyes lingering on me for a brief second before she adjusted the papers on her lap. I gave a short nod in response, my hands resting calmly by my sides even though my shoulders were starting to feel stiff from standing there for so long. Before I could even take a breath, another hand went up in the air. Then another. It seemed like I was going to be answering a lot of questions today whether I wanted to or not. I pointed lightly in the direction of one of the raised hands, giving a small nod to let her know she could speak. “A quick question,” the reporter said as she stood up, her voice confident, almost sharp. “Research shows that you were once in a relationship with the current managing director of Greenleaf Med years ago, and now you’re building a pharmaceutical company that looks just as good an

BELLA'S POV “Why wouldn’t it be hard to believe? This is a medication that hospitals sell for thousands of dollars, and now someone out of nowhere just pops out and says they’re selling theirs for just two hundred dollars?” my mom said, her tone filled with doubt as she stared at the phone screen. “Can we have a seat in the living room? I’m already tired,” I said, turning away before she could add another long lecture. My legs felt weak again, the kind of weakness that came without warning and made me feel older than I actually was. She followed behind me, and I carefully lowered myself onto the couch, letting my back sink into it like I had just run a marathon. The living room smelled faintly of cleaning detergent and old furniture, but it was better than the room I had just left. “It’s not our business if the person sells it for even five dollars,” I said, resting my head against the back of the couch. “The good thing is we can afford this now. I’m not gonna die, I can be cured.

RYAN'S POV “I thought it was just me overthinking everything, but I honestly think I’m starting to feel something, and I know it might still be small, but I know something is there,” I said to Dan, who sat next to me as we had tea outside my estate in the evening. Even as the words left my mouth, I wondered if I should have said them at all. I wasn’t the type to talk about feelings, not like this. For years, emotions had been something I kept locked away, buried under responsibilities, business meetings, and family expectations. Saying it out loud made it feel real, and that scared me more than I wanted to admit. Dan took a slow sip of his tea before responding, studying me like he was trying to confirm something he had suspected for a long time. “We’ve known each other for years, Ryan. I’ve tried matching you with all the ladies that I know possible, but you always seem to turn them down because you’re not interested. At some point, I thought that you were actually gay, so I’m su