The Billionaire’s Lost Heiress 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

I left the hospital with bandages around my arm, a warning from the doctor, and the echo of my father’s voice clawing at the back of my skull. But under all the noise, all the anger, all the humiliation… One truth pulsed louder than anything else: I liked tormenting Clara Langford. I liked the way she reacted to me. I liked the fire in her eyes when she hated me. I liked the softness in her breath when she wanted me. That kiss ruined me. It cracked open something I’d been pretending I didn’t have inside me a dark, twisted, addictive hunger I’d spent years keeping buried. Being around her was dangerous. But staying away? Hmmmm. Impossible. I wasn’t even fully healed. My arm still throbbed. My ribs hurt when I breathed too deep. My father’s words replayed like a whip. Ethan kept texting me asking if I was okay. But none of that mattered. Because the moment I stepped out of the hospital’s sliding doors, the first thought in my mind was her. Clara Langford. That girl ha

Alex’s POVI swear I was going insane.Every damn day Clara walked past me like I was invisible.Invisible.Me , Alexander Robert , the guy who never had to wait for anyone, never had to chase, never had to want. Girls lined up for a chance to breathe the same air as me…and this one girl, this stubborn, broke, traumatized, gorgeous girl with a messy bun and thrift-store jeans had the nerve to pretend she didn’t feel anything.And the more she ignored me, the harder she carved herself into my skin.Her lips kept replaying in my head the way she opened for me in that hallway, the soft desperate sound she made when she grabbed my hair, the heat of her body pressed to mine like she belonged there.And I was supposed to just… go to class like normal?Nah.It was torture.A slow, agonizing kind.So when she avoided me during the entire lecture, not even glancing my way once, I felt something inside me snap a thread pulled too tight for too long.And that was the moment Bella Cross s

Clara didn’t mean to see it.She wasn’t even supposed to be in that hallway.She had returned to the media department only because she’d forgotten her project notes after her last class. The building was quiet, just with the low echo of late-afternoon emptiness. A few students lingered around, but nothing unusual.Then she heard it...a muffled sound, a breathy gasp, a stifled moan.She froze.It came from one of the rehearsal rooms, dark, half-closed, never locked.Curiosity tugged at her, but Familiarity tugged harder.That voice…No. It couldn’t be.She moved closer, hesitant, her heartbeat drumming up her throat.And then she saw it.Bella.Pressed against the wall.Alex’s body shadowing hers as he places his hands on her hips,Bella’s nails digging into his shirt as she pressed her boobs toward him.Alex giving her kiss against her neck, intent, hungry, the way Clara remembered from the kiss that had ruined her sleep for nights.Clara’s entire world split clean down the center.

Alex didn’t remember driving home that night.All he remembered was Clara’s voice cracking, trembling—telling him he’d lost the right to speak to her.All he remembered was the way she stepped back from him like he was a danger she needed to escape.And God… it destroyed him.He wanted to punch a wall.He wanted to break something.He wanted to go back into that café and drag her into his arms and beg her to listen.But he had no right.Not after what she saw.Not after what he did.He threw his keys across the penthouse the second he stepped inside. They clattered against the marble, echoing through the empty rooms.He hated how the whole place felt colder without her.He hated how her name lived in his head like a fever.And he hated absolutely hated that Bella Cross was the reason Clara’s eyes had shattered in front of him.He paced the living room like a trapped animal, running both hands through his hair, chest tight, mind burning.“Clara…”Her name felt like a bruise.

The city lights blurred past the window of Adrian’s sleek black car as we drove downtown. The sound of traffic mixed with the low thrum of music from the radio, but my mind was a storm all on its own. I kept my hands clasped nervously in my lap, fingers digging into each other like anchors I needed to hold onto.Adrian glanced at me, that soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The one that made you want to believe in sunsets and poetry and every good thing in the world. He had that kind of warmth that wrapped around you, safe and slow, like a cozy sweater on a freezing night.“You’ve been awfully quiet,” he said, voice casual but carrying a weight, like he was testing the waters without really revealing what he was thinking.I laughed nervously, tugging at a strand of hair. “Just… thinking. Long day.Le me guess ,You’re thinking about him, aren’t you? Adrian’s eyes flicked toward me, sharp, understanding, like he’d been reading my mind this whole time.My stomach twisted. I