All Chapters of Betrayed by Ex, Married to Billionaire : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

> “Are you sure about this, Leonard?” Aruna’s voice wavered as she stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing at the city lights below. The night air pressed against the glass, mirroring the tension inside her.Leonard stepped silently behind her, his shadow merging with hers in the dim glow. His hand hovered near hers, but he didn’t touch—respecting the fragile space she seemed to need.> “I am,” he replied softly, yet with conviction. “Are you?”Aruna turned slowly, eyes searching his, but the shadows of fear lingered there. “I want to be sure. I don’t want to lose… not you, not us. I’ve lost too much already.”> “I know,” Leonard said, his voice low, carrying both regret and reassurance. “I can’t promise the world won’t test us. But I can promise you, I won’t walk away.”> “But what if it’s not enough?” she whispered, stepping back slightly. “What if… we can’t survive what’s coming? What if history repeats itself?”Leonard took a step closer, closing the distance between them. >

The night was thick with tension, the kind that presses on the chest and leaves thoughts spinning. Aruna sat at the edge of the living room sofa, her fingers tracing the rim of an untouched teacup. The steam curled upward, blending with the dim light, but it did nothing to warm the emptiness she felt inside.> “Aruna… are you thinking again?” Leonard’s voice broke the silence, calm but insistent. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, observing her carefully.She didn’t look up immediately. Her eyes were fixed on the swirling liquid in her cup. “I… I don’t know what to think,” she admitted softly. Her voice was almost swallowed by the quiet room.> “Don’t think,” Leonard said, stepping closer, his tone firm but gentle. “Not right now. Just… tell me what’s bothering you.”She finally raised her eyes to meet his, conflicted and raw. “It’s everything. Us. This… us without the contract. It’s… real, Leonard. And I don’t know if I’m ready for that. I’ve lived my life behind walls for

The study was quiet, the only sound the soft tick of the antique clock on the wall. Outside, rain pattered gently against the tall windows, casting a silver sheen over the city skyline. Aruna sat on the edge of the leather armchair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her eyes fixed on Leonard, who stood by the window, gazing out at the gray horizon.> “Why are you so quiet?” Aruna asked, her voice soft, carrying both curiosity and a hint of caution.Leonard didn’t turn immediately. His hand rested on the window frame, fingers curled slightly, tension hidden in his posture. > “Quiet?” he echoed, finally glancing at her. “Perhaps because there are truths I haven’t said… things I should have told you long ago.”Aruna’s brow furrowed. > “Truths? Leonard… you can tell me anything. You know that.”He finally turned fully, his expression unreadable yet intense. > “Do I? Or do you only know the version of me I want you to see?”Aruna’s throat tightened. There had been so many layers to Leo

The room was quiet, save for the soft tick of the grandfather clock in the corner. Aruna sat on the edge of the velvet sofa, her hands folded in her lap, fingers fidgeting with the edge of the fabric. The tension in her shoulders was palpable, the weight of unspoken emotions pressing down like a storm cloud. > “Aruna… we need to talk,” Leonard’s deep voice broke the silence as he stepped into the room, his eyes scanning her with caution. She lifted her gaze slowly, meeting his eyes with a mixture of apprehension and quiet resolve. > “Talk?” she asked, her voice steady but soft, betraying the flutter of nerves beneath her calm exterior. Leonard took a deliberate step closer, then paused, his posture rigid. > “Yes. About… us. About how we’ve been living together, and how… I feel you’re holding back because of what’s happened in the past.” Aruna’s lips pressed into a thin line. > “Holding back? Leonard, I’ve always been… honest with you. Maybe more honest than I should’ve been.”

The night was quiet in the Arken estate, but the tension between Aruna and Leonard was far from peaceful. The drawing room was dimly lit by a single chandelier, casting soft golden patterns on the polished marble floor. Outside, a gentle drizzle tapped against the windows, but inside, the storm of unspoken emotions had reached its peak.> “Leonard… we need to talk.” Aruna’s voice broke the silence, firm yet tinged with uncertainty.Leonard, seated in his usual armchair, looked up from the glass of whiskey in his hand. His gaze was steady, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of curiosity. > “Talk about what, Aruna?”She took a step closer, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. > “About… us. About everything we’ve been through. I can’t keep pretending anymore.”Leonard set the glass down carefully, leaning forward. > “Pretending? What do you mean?”Aruna inhaled deeply, her hands gripping the sides of the armchair for support. > “I mean… I can’t keep hiding how I feel. I’ve been afr