All Chapters of Priced By My Billionaire Nemesis: Chapter 191 - Chapter 199

The study door closed softly behind them.Beyond the walls the apartment continued its gentle evening rhythm. Faint voices drifted down the hallway from the nursery where Evelyn and Lena’s mother had returned to inspect Nathaniel’s small kingdom with renewed enthusiasm. The quiet movement of staff clearing the dining table carried faintly through the air, porcelain touching porcelain and trays gliding back toward the kitchen.Inside the study the atmosphere felt different.The room had been designed for concentration rather than comfort. Dark wood shelves lined the walls from floor to ceiling, filled with books arranged in careful order. A large desk stood near the window overlooking the city, though Adrian did not move toward it. Instead he crossed the room toward a small seating area near the far wall where two leather chairs faced one another beside a low table.A single lamp cast warm gold light across the carpet, leaving the rest of the room in gentle shadow.Adrian gestured towa

The apartment had settled fully into night by the time they reached the bedroom.The quiet felt different now that the visitors had gone. Earlier the rooms had been filled with movement and voices, with the low murmur of mothers discussing blankets and fruit and soup, with the warmth of family rediscovering one another after months of fear. Now the silence was deeper and softer, the kind that belongs only to a home when the day has finally finished.Adrian switched off the last light in the sitting room before following Lena into the bedroom. The hallway dimmed behind him, leaving only the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminating the space around the bed.Lena had already changed into a loose cotton nightshirt. She moved slowly, still careful with her body after the birth, and settled against the pillows with the mug of warm milk Adrian had brought from the kitchen. The faint steam curled upward from the cup as she lifted it in both hands.Adrian sat beside her with his tea, the war

Lena remained quiet for a few seconds after the last sentence, as if measuring how much of the past she had already unfolded. Adrian did not rush her. His hand remained around hers, steady and patient, while the quiet of the room held the memory she had just revealed.She shifted slightly against the pillows before continuing.“That was the situation when you entered my life.”Adrian watched her carefully.Her answer came calmly.“Then I met you.”The faintest smile touched her lips as she turned her head slightly toward him.“You probably do not remember it the same way I do.”Adrian’s brow lifted slightly.“Tell me.”Lena allowed herself a small breath of quiet amusement before continuing.“It was during a guest lecture at the technology faculty. Something about interactive learning software.”Recognition flickered faintly across Adrian’s expression.“The education department encouraged first year students to attend it,” she continued. “Our professors were beginning to talk about ho

The room remained quiet after my last words.Adrian did not interrupt. His arm stayed around my waist and his other arm remained beneath my head, holding me close against him. I could feel the tension in his body, the stillness that came from someone forcing himself not to react too quickly to something he could not yet undo.For a few seconds I did not continue.The memory had already begun to press against my chest, heavy and uncomfortable, like a door that had stayed closed for years and now refused to remain shut.I inhaled slowly.“I remember the hallway first,” I said quietly.Adrian’s hand moved slightly against my waist but he did not speak.“The music from the party sounded far away by then. It was still loud, but it no longer felt connected to where I was. Everything felt distant.”I paused, searching for the right way to explain something that had never fully made sense even while it was happening.“My thoughts were slow. Not confused exactly, but heavy. Like trying to thin

Adrian shifted slightly beside me.For a long moment he had not spoken. The tension in his body remained contained, held beneath the quiet discipline that had always defined him. Yet something must have changed in my face because suddenly his hand moved.His fingers lifted gently to my cheek.Only then did I realize there were tears there.I had not felt them forming. They had slipped down quietly while I spoke, tracing slow lines across my skin before gathering near my jaw.Adrian’s thumb brushed one of them away with careful tenderness.His brow tightened slightly as he looked down at me.“You do not have to continue,” he said softly.The words carried no pressure. Only concern.His gaze searched my face as if measuring whether the story was pulling me somewhere too painful to remain steady.“We can stop here.”I watched him for a second without answering.The instinct to retreat was there. The past had already opened enough wounds for one night, and the quiet safety of his arms mad