บททั้งหมดของ Priced By My Billionaire Nemesis: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Lena woke before dawn with the certainty that something had changed.Not a sound. Not a pain. Not a dream she could name. Just the sensation that the house had shifted around her while she slept, rearranging itself without asking permission.She lay still and listened.The quiet was intact. Too intact. The kind of silence that felt maintained rather than natural, as if something underneath it was working to keep it that way. The air felt cooler than it should have, steady in a way that did not match the hour. Her body noticed before her mind did.She sat up slowly and rested her hand against her abdomen. The gesture had become reflexive, something her body did even when her thoughts lagged behind. There was a faint tightness low in her belly, not pain exactly, but pressure. A reminder.You are not alone in this body anymore.She waited for the sensation to pass. It did not. It settled.When she swung her legs over the side of the bed, the floor felt colder beneath her feet. She frowne

Lena woke with her decision already made, though it did not arrive as courage or clarity. It came as refusal, quiet and unyielding, a resistance that settled beneath her ribs and stayed there, heavier than fear and far harder to dislodge. Whatever was happening inside this house had passed the point where waiting could still be mistaken for patience. Waiting had become a form of consent, and she would not give it that.She lay still for several minutes, breathing slowly and deliberately, letting her body register itself before her thoughts took over. The pressure low in her abdomen remained, faint but persistent, not pain exactly, but a presence that refused to be ignored. She did not press against it this time or try to soothe it away. She had learned that denial only made things louder. She acknowledged it, absorbed the information it offered, and moved on.When she finally sat up, the room responded as it always did. The lights softened without sound. The temperature shifted by a d

The RV sat half-concealed beneath a stand of fir trees, its matte exterior dulled further by a film of road dust and pine pollen. It had been positioned deliberately, angled slightly off the gravel turnout so it would not catch headlights from the valley road below. From a distance it looked abandoned, the kind of vehicle someone had parked to hike and forgotten. Up close, it hummed faintly with contained power.The forest pressed in on all sides. The air carried the damp chill of late afternoon, the kind that settled into fabric and skin and made metal feel colder than it should. Mist clung low along the ground where the terrain dipped, weaving between tree trunks and pooling in shallow depressions like breath that had nowhere else to go. Somewhere farther downhill, water moved over rock in a narrow stream, steady and indifferent.Inside the RV, the air was warmer but tense with motion. Cases lay open across the narrow aisle. Equipment was arranged with quiet efficiency across the sm

Jaden did not turn fully back toward the window.He stood there for several seconds after releasing her, as though the forest required his supervision. The light outside had thinned to slate and charcoal, the tree line dissolving into layered darkness. Snow hung somewhere above the cloud line, waiting.“You left your hair wet,” he said at last.It was not criticism. It was observation.“I will dry it,” she replied.He crossed to the bathroom without waiting for invitation and returned with a towel. The movement was domestic, almost ordinary. He stepped close again, close enough that she felt the warmth of his body before the towel touched her shoulders.“Sit,” he said gently.It sounded like care.She lowered herself onto the edge of the bed because refusal now would draw attention. He stood behind her and began to dry her hair with slow, deliberate pressure. The towel moved across her scalp and down the length of damp strands, absorbing water in controlled motions. His fingers follow

They reached the edge of the forest just as the sun broke over the ridge.The light did not flood the land all at once. It came slowly, spilling pale gray over the tops of the trees before sliding down into the lower branches. Frost clung to the needles and caught the first hint of brightness, turning the forest floor silver for a brief, fragile moment.Boone stopped first.Adrian came up beside him, breath visible in the cold air, lungs burning from the climb. They had left before dawn and moved steadily through the dense woods, keeping low and quiet, following the outer tree line that curved around Jaden’s property. No roads. No markers. Just forest that had been trimmed in ways that didn’t quite belong to nature.The house itself was still hidden by slope and trees.Boone crouched and pulled binoculars from his pack.“Stay behind me,” he said quietly.Adrian didn’t argue.He stepped slightly back while Boone scanned the open stretch of land below. The ground here dipped and rose in