All Chapters of Priced By My Billionaire Nemesis: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Jaden had followed me three times this week.Not close enough to be obvious. Not far enough to be coincidence. His car appeared in places where it should not have been, idling at corners I passed every day, slipping into traffic behind me with the patience of someone who did not need to hurry. He never stopped. He never got out. He never tried to speak to me. He let the threat live in the quiet.I told myself I was imagining it the first time. The second time, I told myself it was bad timing. The third time, denial became a kind of lie I could no longer afford.He knew my routes.School to the car. Car to the street. Street to home. He stayed just far enough back that if I turned suddenly, I would look foolish. He stayed just close enough that if I slowed down, my pulse spiked. By the time I reached home, my hands were numb from gripping the steering wheel, my shoulders locked so tight they ached.He never followed me inside.That was deliberate.I never answered his calls. I never op

Jeffery dropped me off just after sunset, the sky still faintly bruised with color, the kind of evening that promised rest if you believed in such things. I was relieved in a way that felt almost foolish. Jaden had not followed me that day. No car lingering too long at intersections. No reflection of his headlights in my mirrors. No pressure between my shoulders reminding me I was being watched.I wanted to go home.I wanted to take a long bath before Adrian returned, to sink into hot water and let the day dissolve before the evening demanded its silence and control. I said good night to Jeffery, waited until the car pulled away, then walked toward the building with my head down, keys already in my hand.The lobby was empty.The quiet wrapped around me like a held breath.I stepped into the elevator and leaned my back against the mirrored wall, closing my eyes for just a moment. I allowed myself the luxury of stillness. The hum of the ascent. The knowledge that no one was speaking to m

Adrian caught her before she hit the floor, her weight collapsing into his arms without resistance, sudden and complete, her body slack in a way that immediately told him this was not performance, not defiance, not dramatics. One moment she had been fighting him with wild, frantic strength, screaming as if she were being torn apart, and the next she was gone, her head lolling against his shoulder, breath shallow and uneven.“Lena,” he said sharply as he adjusted his grip to keep her from slipping, his voice cutting through the space with practiced authority. “Lena.”She did not respond.The hallway felt unnaturally exposed, too open and too bright, the kind of place where nothing private should ever happen. Adrian tightened his hold and lifted her fully, cradling her against his chest as he turned toward the door. Her skin felt cold through the fabric of her clothes, and her pulse fluttered beneath his fingers, fast and erratic, skidding rather than settling into anything that resemble

I woke slowly, as if my body had surfaced before my mind agreed to follow.The room was dim, the lights lowered to a soft amber glow that barely reached the corners. Curtains were drawn. The city beyond the glass had been reduced to distant, unfocused light. My head throbbed dully. Not pain exactly, but the heavy echo of something that had already passed.I became aware of him before I opened my eyes.The air felt occupied.When I finally looked, Adrian was seated near the bed. Not close enough to touch. Not far enough to suggest absence. One hand rested on his knee. The other hung loosely at his side. He was watching me with the stillness of someone who had been awake for a long time.He did not speak when my eyes opened.He waited.Only when I shifted, when I pushed myself up against the pillows and drew my legs in, did he move. Not forward. Just enough to acknowledge that I was fully conscious now.“What happened,” I asked.My voice sounded steadier than I felt.“You screamed,” he

Morning did not arrive gently.Light slipped through the blinds in thin, sharp lines that made the room feel exposed, as if there would be no hiding today. I had been awake long before the city stirred, staring at the ceiling, listening to the low hum of the penthouse settling around me. Sleep had not helped. It had pressed me down instead, leaving my body heavy and sore, my muscles aching from tension held too long and released too fast.Adrian was already awake.I knew it without seeing him. The air felt different, charged with that alert stillness that followed him when he was thinking too hard, when problems were being lined up instead of solved. I could hear quiet movement from the kitchen, the soft clink of a cup, the careful rhythm of someone doing familiar tasks while their mind stayed elsewhere. A phone call murmured briefly and ended. He was being careful.Too careful.That knowledge tightened my chest more than any argument could have.When I finally sat up, my legs wobbled,