All Chapters of The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Why Aren't You Her

In the Afternoon:Luba had brought a heavy, theater-grade concealer, her hands trembling as she applied the cream to hide Tricey’s mark."The Young Master’s friends are arriving from overseas," Luba whispered, her eyes refusing to meet mine. "He specifically requested that you serve the drinks tonight, Ms. Willow. He wants everything perfect."I looked at my reflection. Under the makeup, I was bruised. Above it, I was a doll. I didn't have the luxury of pride. If serving drinks kept the peace, I would do it. I put on a simple, modest black dress that made me look invisible, just the way August want it.When I entered the grand lounge, a group of men, dressed in casual but undeniably expensive clothes, were sprawled across the sofas. August sat in the center, a crystal glass of amber liquid in his hand. He looked relaxed.I moved through the room, pouring drinks and setting down appetizers. I was doing exactly what he had ordered."Whoa, August," one of the men, a tall guy wit

A Miracle if She Wakes Up

The dawn brought a grey reality. I woke to the sound of a storm inside the room, but the sky outside was perfectly still. It was August.He was standing by the edge of the bed, fumbling with his shirt. As my eyes flickered open, heavy with the weight of a thousand tears, his gaze snapped to mine."How dare you sleep with me? he roared, his voice trembling with drunken leftover rage. So, this was the plan all along, wasn't it? To wait until I was drunk, to crawl into my bed and seduce me?"I sat up, the sheets falling away to reveal the bruises he had carved into my skin. I clutched the sheets to my chest."No... I didn't. August, it was you. You dragged me here. You—""Shut the fuck up!" he screamed, the veins in his neck bulging. "I knew you were no good. You’re just a scavenger, Spring. You’re trying to secure your position, aren't you? Trying to make sure I can never throw you out because now you’ve given yourself to me?""I—""Don’t play tricks with your words!" He didn't le

Where Time Has Stopped

"Fanel."August’s voice was barely a whisper, yet it cut through the oppressive stillness of the hospital corridor. Without turning around he remained staring through the screen at the girl who looked fragile."Yes, Master," Fanel replied, his own voice hushed."Gather every specialist in the country. No—the world. I don't care about the logistics, the cost, or whose schedule we have to wreck. She has to survive. Do you understand me? There is no alternative."Fanel knew that look in August’s eyes. It was the frantic desperation of a man trying to outrun a shadow. "At your command, sir." He turned, already punching numbers into his phone to make the calls that would move mountains.August stood alone for a moment, his reflection overlaying Spring’s pale face. He looked down at his hands, still trembling, and forced them into his pockets."Can I visit her?"The question was directed at the head nurse, a woman who had been watching him with a mixture of professional wariness an

Where Time Has Stopped- 2

August stood frozen at the side of the bed. His mind was in a blank slate. What could he possibly say to her? Every word he had ever directed at her had been a weapon... a insults, a cold command, or a growled threat. He didn't know how to speak to her without the armour of his hatred.The older nurse, sensing the awkwardness in his silence, softened her gaze slightly. She stepped forward and placed a steady, grounding hand on his shoulder."You can do this," she whispered, her voice no longer biting. "Just talk. Talk about anything. The sky, the bird, river... It doesn't have to be perfect. Just... tell her whatever you like." Then the nurse left. August swallowed hard, his throat felt dry leaves murmuring. He cleared it, adjusting his tone, though he felt anything but powerful."Ahem..." He looked at her pale, still face. "Hi. Ahm... I suppose... we never really got a chance for a proper introduction, did we? I don't even know how to talk to you when I'm not shouting. He let

No Forwarding Address

"Haaa... is that true, Mom?" Shaila leaned forward, her eyes wide, a twisted mixture of shock and amusement dancing in her eyes. The tea in her cup was growing cold as her mother’s words settled over the room. "When has your mother ever lied about a scandal this delicious?" Mrs. Harrington leaned back into the cushions, her lips curving into a sharp, triumphant line. "I got the news from an insider at the hospital. The girl tried to check out early. A total mess. Blood everywhere." "Hahahaha!" Tricey, who had been listening from the chaise lounge, let out a laugh. The sound was devoid of any real humor, fueled only by a sense of victory. "So the little victim finally broke? How dramatic. She probably thought August would come running with an apology. Instead, she’s rotting in a sterile room while he realizes just how much of a burden she really is." Evil seemed to spread with every smirk that crossed Tricey's face. She adjusted her pearls. "Mom," Shaila whispered, a

A Bridge of Blue Flowers

The morning light in the hospital was a sterile, unforgiving white. It didn't matter how many millions August poured into the facility; it still felt like a waiting room for the end of the world. By 8:00 AM, the hallway outside Spring’s room was filled with heavy tread of expensive people. The specialists had arrived from three different continents.But as the group approached, August’s eyes narrowed, landing on a figure at the back. The man was older, with silver hair and a calm, unnerving presence that seemed to quiet the frantic energy of the other doctors.August’s heart skipped a beat. He stepped forward, ignoring the lead neurologist."Dr. Martin?" August’s voice was hushed, stripped of its usual iron.The man nodded once, a brief, professional acknowledgment. Dr. Martin was a man who lived in a remote research facility and only took cases that interested him. No amount of money, no political pressure, and no Harrington name had ever been enough to move him.August pulle

A Clean Slate

"I can bring her back, Mr. Harrington. But she won’t be the same woman."Dr. Martin didn't look up from the scan. The blue light of the monitor reflected in his glasses. He traced a glowing line on the screen—a track of Spring's shattered consciousness. "What does that mean?" August asked. He was standing still. "The trauma is deep. It’s a physical knot in her mind," Martin explained, finally turning around. The doctor’s face was etched with a weary kind of wisdom. "The human brain is a survival machine, Mr. Harrington. When the pain becomes too much, it shuts down the systems to protect the core. If I try to wake her now...if I just flip the switch—the shock of the memory will hit her like a tidal wave. The sheer weight of her life... the despair that led her to her suicide will likely cause a total cardiovascular collapse. Her heart is tired of hurting. To save the body, I have to clear the mind."Martin paused, letting his next words sink in. "I can perform a neural reset.

The Beautiful Lie

"Can you hear me, Spring?"The voice was low, vibrating through the silence of the room. August sat so close to the bed. He hadn’t moved in three hours. Not since Dr. Martin had emerged from the theater, peeling off his surgical cap with a look of exhaustion that bordered on the holy. The surgery was successful. August watched her eyelids. They were thin, tracing the movement of her eyes beneath the skin as she struggled to climb out of the darkness. He felt a sudden urge to reach out and shake her—to tell her to stay down, to stay hidden, because the moment she woke up, the world would become a lie.Then, her lashes flickered.She simply opened her eyes. They were clear. The cloudy film of trauma, the haunted, sunken look of a girl who had been carrying weight for four months, was gone.She blinked, the pupils dilating as they adjusted to the soft light of the room. She looked at the ceiling, then at the blue flowers on the nightstand, and finally, her gaze drifted to him.A

Beautiful Lie- 2

"Are you sure you don’t want the wheelchair? You look like you’re about to collapse."August’s voice pulled me out of the daze. I looked up at him, squinting against the afternoon sun. He was standing by the open car door, his hand extended toward me. He looked perfect but there was a strange energy coming off him, like a wire pulled too tight."I’m sure," I said, trying to make my voice steady. "I want to walk in. I want to see Grandma as soon as I’m settled. Is she still at the house?"August’s fingers twitched before they closed around mine. "She’s being cared for, Spring. Just like you were. Don't worry about her right now. Focus on the stairs."His grip was firm as he pulled me from the seat, I felt a strange jolt. It was a spark of recognition that traveled from my palm straight to my chest. My mind was a mass, but my skin... my skin seemed to know him. It remembered his touch.I looked up at the manor. It was beautiful and terrifying all at once. I knew this was home. I

A House of Cards

For a long time, I just stared at the piano keys, shining under the afternoon sun. I didn't remember a single lesson. I didn't remember the names of the chords. But when I lowered my hands, my muscles took over.My fingers moved slowly. I was simply a vessel for a grief that had no other way to speak. I closed my eyes, letting the sound swallow me. Thud.The sound of the door hitting the stopper broke my trance. I hit a wrong note—a ugly sound and my hands flew to my lap, trembling.August was standing in the doorway. He looked like he had been running. His chest was heaving slightly as his eyes was fixed on me."Who told you that you could be in here?" he asked. His voice wasn't the soft, soothing tone he’d used for the last few days. It was raw. "I... I just wanted to see if I could," I whispered, my voice sounding small in the wake of the music. "I - My hands... they just knew what to do. Did I play this for you before?"He walked toward me and looked at the piano. "Who t

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