All Chapters of My Possessive Billionaire Boyfriends : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

PAIGEThe sun wakes me.I don't remember falling asleep.Haruto is still beside me. His hand is still in mine.I don't move. Don't want to wake him.But his phone buzzes on the nightstand. Once. Twice. Three times.He stirs. Blinks. Looks at me."Hey," I say."Hey.""Your phone."He reaches for it. Reads the messages. His jaw tightens."The funeral home," he says. "They need answers. Today.""Do you want me to come?""Yes.""Then I'll come."He sits up. Runs his hands through his hair. Stares at the wall."I don't know what to tell them.""Tell them the truth. He was your father. He was complicated. You're doing your best.""My best isn't very good right now."I touch his face. Turn him toward me."Your best is enough, Haruto. It's always been enough."He leans into my hand. Closes his eyes."Stay with me," he says. "Through all of it.""Every step."---MARCUSMy phone buzzes at 9 AM.Paige: We're planning the funeral today. Haruto needs us. Can you and Julian come?I type back fast.

PAIGE"It's done."Haruto says it to the ceiling. He's lying on the couch. Marcus and Julian left an hour ago. The cabin is quiet."It's done," I repeat.He turns his head. Looks at me. "I thought I'd feel different.""Different how?""Lighter. Free. Something.""And you don't?""I feel empty." He sits up. Runs his hands through his hair. "Like someone took everything out of me and forgot to put anything back."I move to the couch. Sit beside him."That's grief.""That's a terrible feeling.""I know." I take his hand. "But it passes.""When?""I don't know. But it passes."He looks at our hands. His thumb traces circles on my skin."Paige.""Yeah.""Thank you. For staying. For holding my hand. For making me eat toast when I didn't want to."I smile. "Someone has to."---HARUTOMy phone buzzes.Marcus: How are you holding up?Me: Empty.Marcus: That's normal.Me: Doesn't feel normal.Marcus: Grief never does. We're coming over later. Don't argue.I don't argue.Julian: Bringing food.

PAIGESunlight cuts through the windows. No curtains yet. Just glass and gold and the city waking up.I'm the first one awake.Haruto is on his back, one arm thrown over his head. Marcus is curled toward me, his hand on my stomach. Julian is at the edge of the mattress, his back to us, breathing slow.I don't move. Don't want to wake anyone.I just look at them.My three men. My impossible family. My home."Paige."Marcus's voice. Sleepy. Rough."Hey.""You're staring.""I'm allowed."He opens his eyes. Blue. Soft. "What time is it?""Early. Go back to sleep.""Can't. You're thinking too loud."I laugh. Quiet. "I'm not thinking anything.""You're thinking everything. I can feel it."He sits up. Rubs his eyes. Looks around at the boxes, the bare walls, the mattress on the floor."We need curtains," he says."That's what I said.""And a couch.""And a couch.""And plates that match.""And plates that match."He grins. "We're really doing this.""We're really doing this."Haruto stirs. H

HARUTOI wake up gasping.The dream is already fading. But I remember the important parts. My father's face. The hospital room. His hand reaching for me.And me. Walking away."Haruto."Paige's voice. Soft. Close.I sit up. My chest is tight. My hands are shaking."Just a dream," I say."You're crying."I touch my face. My cheeks are wet."It was just a dream.""You've been having them every night.""I'm fine.""You're not fine." She sits up. Turns on the lamp. The light is too bright. "Talk to me.""There's nothing to talk about.""Haruto.""I said I'm fine."She stares at me. Those dark eyes. Full of things I don't deserve."Okay," she says. "Okay."She lies back down. Turns off the lamp.I sit in the dark. Alone.---PAIGEHe doesn't sleep for the rest of the night.I pretend to. But I feel every time he moves. Every time he sighs. Every time he reaches for me and pulls back.In the morning, he's gone.The bed is cold. His pillow smells like him.I find him in the living room. Star

PAIGE"The sad eyes, the hungry eyes, the patient eyes."Mrs. Chen says it without looking up from the cup she's wiping.I freeze in the doorway of her coffee shop. It's just us. Early morning. The old man isn't in his corner yet. The young couple hasn't arrived."What?"She sets the cup down. Looks at me."You came to ask me something. I'm answering before you ask."I walk to the counter. Slide onto a stool."How do you do that?""Do what?""Know what I'm thinking."She almost smiles. "I'm old, child. I've seen everything. Including three men looking at one woman."I stare at her. "Mrs. Chen—""The sad eyes. That's Haruto. He's been carrying something heavy for years. Grief. Guilt. Loss. He looks at you like you're the only thing keeping him from drowning."My throat tightens."The hungry eyes. That's Marcus. He wants. Not just you. Everything. Love. Family. A future. He looks at you like you're the answer to every question he's ever asked."I grip the edge of the counter."And the p