Todos os capítulos de Alluring Mr. Billionaire : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Meghan:Alex wouldn’t allow me to hear what Dennis had to tell him, and at this point, I knew better than to keep arguing with him about it…But that didn’t mean that I could rest.I didn’t sleep.I drifted, in and out, the way someone floats after nearly drowning, lungs still burning even when the water is gone.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Brandon’s face.Not clearly, but it didn’t help either that he was Alex’s twin and that Alex was identical to him.But they were flashes, a voice too close, a hand where it didn’t belong, the smell of cold air and panic.My body jerked awake again, heart slamming so hard it hurt.“Alex,” I whispered into the dark. “Alex, where are you?”I reached out blindly, fingers brushing warm skin, solid and real. His arm was there. His chest. His steady breathing.I pressed closer without thinking, fitting myself against him like my body had memorized the shape of safety.He shifted instantly.“I’m here, I’m right here, Meghan.” he said quietly, voice t

Meghan:Alex’s city house didn’t feel like a house.It felt like a statement.I remembered coming here when I was younger and feeling like I owned the world as I played in the garden. But now, getting in here… I didn’t know how it was going to be.The gates opened automatically, the tires crunching softly over gravel before the car slid into a covered drive. Even before I stepped out, I could feel the difference between this and the cabin.The cabin was raw. Personal. Almost feral.This place was polished. Controlled. Powerful.“Welcome home,” I muttered under my breath.Alex heard me anyway.“I am only here because you want me to be… I would very much rather be in the cabin away from all the light.” He replied calmly as he stepped out, cane tapping once against the pavement.“We already talked about this, Alex. You can’t lock yourself forever.” I muttered. He didn’t respond, but I could tell that he wasn’t comfortable being back.I walked around the car and slipped my hand into his a

Meghan:I had never seen Alex like this.At the cabin, he was intense. Dominant. Possessive in private ways that made my pulse race. The two of us had our own pace, to some extent… I had gotten used to being alone with him, and the way he chose to act, what he was going to say, how he was going to think…But here…? He was composed. Untouchable. Cold in ways that I didn’t need a reminder of.The maids moved around him like orbiting satellites, silent, precise, careful not to disrupt the gravity at the head of the table.He didn’t need to raise his voice. He didn’t need to see them. He commanded the room simply by existing in it. And I didn’t dare say a word since I walked into the dining room.I folded my hands neatly in my lap and kept my expression neutral after I had finished eating, my heart raced against my ribcage as a number of thoughts played in my mind.“Don’t look small. Don’t look out of place.” I muttered to myself, though I had to admit, I couldn’t help the harsh feeling t

Alex:“We can go and find her, boss.” One of my butlers said, and I shook my head. It was a big city, and the fact that they were going to send a search party for her was not one that I wanted right now.I knew she was doing it on purpose.“Go and get some rest,” I said calmly. “She is going to be safe.”I knew that even I doubted my own words, but I had no other option than to follow that instinct, because I knew that she was doing this to provoke me, and I knew that she would keep doing it if I kept digging.I heard them hesitating before they took a step back, heading to the servants’ quarters, leaving me alone with my thoughts.“I have the right to walk in the garden or even go out and live my life.” She sharpness in her tone played in my mind, and I found myself wondering if this was a good idea… us coming backThe moment the front door opened well past midnight, I snapped out of my thoughts as I turned to face her.The faint uneven rhythm of her steps. The soft laugh she tried,

Alex:By the time I reached the study, the house had already settled into rhythm.Low voices. Measured footsteps. Phones ringing somewhere beyond closed doors. The quiet machinery of wealth and expectation moving exactly as it should.Control…Something I understood, something I relied on, a pattern that I was used to.I had almost convinced myself the morning’s tension upstairs had passed when I heard footsteps descending the staircase. Light, calm, unhurried… I had grown addicted to her perfume, and I didn’t need sight to know that it was Meghan at this point.The sound alone pulled my attention away from the reports spread across my desk. Her presence carried differently than anyone else’s, less cautious, less rehearsed.Alive.She stopped near the doorway.“I’m heading out for a bit.” She said calmly.I leaned back slightly in my chair.“Where?”“With Mia,” she replied. “She’s been begging to see me since we got back yesterday. I believe that having my own routine is going to help