บททั้งหมดของ Priced By My Billionaire Nemesis: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

I did not leave the bedroom that day, not because I made a decision, but because my body refused the idea before my mind could argue with it. The refusal was quiet and complete. It settled into my muscles and joints as if it had been waiting for permission, as if it had always known this moment would come.Morning light filtered through the curtains in a way that felt intrusive rather than gentle. I watched it move slowly across the floor while I remained in the armchair near the window, my body folded inward with deliberate care. The chair had been positioned there weeks earlier, angled toward the light without facing it directly. Someone had thought about how it would look. Someone had decided this was where I should sit.The cushion pressed into my lower back, offering relief that never fully arrived. The ache stayed beneath it, dull and constant, spreading outward with every shallow breath. My dress was pale and loose, long sleeved despite the warmth, the fabric chosen to fall gen

The driver was already waiting when Jaden came out of the house, seated upright behind the wheel with the engine running and the heat set low, the interior holding the faint, sterile scent of leather and antiseptic wipes that never quite left the vehicle no matter how often it was cleaned. The instruction had been clear for weeks now. The car was to be ready at all times. There were to be no delays, no idle questions, no unnecessary conversation, and above all, no visible reactions. Silence was not just preferred. It was expected, enforced, and quietly rewarded.Jaden descended the front steps with his phone pressed to his ear, his pace unhurried, his expression composed in the way it always was when he was handling something that mattered. He did not look toward the driver as he approached. He did not acknowledge the car as anything other than an object meant to obey. He opened the rear door himself, slid into the seat, and closed it with controlled precision, continuing his call as

Adrian woke with Lena’s name ripping out of his chest like a wound torn open.The sound shattered the silence of the room as his body surged upright, breath tearing into his lungs in shallow, burning pulls. Sweat soaked through his shirt, clinging cold and heavy to his skin, sliding down his spine and collecting at his collarbone. His heart slammed violently against his ribs, each beat so loud it seemed to drown out thought itself.For several long seconds, he had no idea where he was.The darkness pressed in close, thick and suffocating. The sheets were tangled tightly around his legs, twisted in a way that made them feel less like fabric and more like restraints. The familiar outline of the room refused to anchor him. When he dragged his shaking hands over his face, smearing sweat across his eyes and jaw, his body stayed locked in survival mode, refusing to accept that the danger had passed.Because it had felt real.Not symbolic. Not distant. Real in the way trauma embeds itself in

Marcus stayed at the dinette, tablet synced to the main display, staring at the map like the land might crack if he watched it long enough. Eli worked near the back, adjusting feeds and correcting drift, his attention split between data and the faint sound of traffic outside.“How much,” Adrian asked again, because he needed numbers instead of dread.“Too much to cover cleanly,” Marcus said. “That’s the problem.”Boone did not argue. “Over a hundred acres between the two properties that matter. Forest breaks. Access roads that don’t show up on standard maps. Snow coming in tonight. Visibility drops fast.”Adrian leaned closer to the screen, hands braced against the counter. The map made the land look harmless. Color coded. Neat. Controlled. But he knew better. Land like this did not stay still. It swallowed sound. It bent light. It hid mistakes until there was no time left to fix them.“Why the RV,” Adrian asked, even though he already knew. Saying it out loud helped keep his thoughts

Jaden liked systems that worked without noise.Noise was inefficiency. Noise meant friction, unpredictability, the intrusion of emotion where precision was required. A system that announced itself was already failing. The most effective mechanisms moved quietly and invisibly, leaving no evidence of their function beyond results.That was the problem with the house now.There was too much movement, too many people crossing thresholds that had once belonged only to routine. The rhythm of the place had changed, and Jaden felt it the way a conductor feels an orchestra slip half a beat out of time. It was tolerable, but it was temporary, and he tolerated disruption only when it served an outcome.He stood just outside the third floor room, tablet in hand, while technicians finished their adjustments. He did not rush them. Rushing created errors, and errors multiplied when left uncorrected. He observed instead, listening without appearing to, watching hands rather than faces.Power systems