Alle Kapitel von UNDESERVED ROMANCE WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

Richard’s POVI didn't plan to run into Nora.I came back to the family house the next morning for one reason only, to collect the signed contract copies my mother's attorney had left at the front desk five minutes ago. That was the plan.I walked down the east corridor toward the study when I heard heels on the marble.Then I looked up…. It was Nora.She was coming from the direction of the guest suite, dressed in silk blouse, tailored trousers, her hair falling perfectly around her shoulders like she owned the place. She was holding a coffee cup in one hand and her phone in the other, and she looked so completely at home in this house, and that snapped something inside me. “How dare she claim my loyalty, when I have not given it to her? What is she still doing here?”Before she even opened her mouth, she saw me coming towards the same direction and then, she slowed down.“Oh, look who we have here!” She said with that small smile at the corner of her lips."Richy, Good morn….""I do

(Richard’s Pov )I told myself I was ready.The whole drive over to my mother's house was overwhelming. I rehearsed my speech, going through every argument and angle, picking out careful sentences meant to get what I needed without having to beg. By the time I turned into our estate street, I’d run through the words so many times to an extent they had started to lose their meaning.Then I parked the car and just sat there, letting the truth catch up with me.I wasn’t ready, composed or was the son she had built from the ground up, or the one who could walk into any room and own it. I was completely different.I was just a devastated man who had left a woman burning with fever on a thin detention cot. I was sitting outside my mother’s house in mismatched shoes, praying she wouldn’t make this difficult.I got out of the car, and moved towards the main building.The housekeeper saw me at the gate and opened it without a word.The look on her face told me everything. I needed to know abou

( Richard’s POV)I drove immediately to St. Caius Private Hospital.At first when I arrived, it didn't look like a hospital. There were pale stone walls, copper lanterns along the driveway. There was a concierge instead of a receptionist, and they called their patients ‘guests’. I had driven past this place a hundred times, never thinking I’d have a reason to step inside. But now, I have.The rain hasn't stopped. It followed me from my mother’s house, to the detention center and now here, to this hospital. I stared at the building through the blurred windshield for ten seconds before stepping out into the storm. Recently I've decided to discard my convoys. I don't need any of them at this critical time.I went inside the building.The woman at the front desk sat up straight the moment she saw me. I was soaked, my jacket heavy with water, looking so serious and terrifying, a look which can make people nervous."Good evening, sir.""I'm looking for Oma Johnson," I interrupted. "She was

POV: RichardWe moved out of the building and the second I stepped outside. The night air was cold and damp, the pavement still shiny from the rain. I pulled the scrub top over my head as I walked, balled it up, and tucked it under my arm. Dr. Damien was a few steps behind me; his keys already out as he moved like a man who wanted to be home before he had time to regret what he’d just done.We were halfway across the parking lot when I heard the click of heels on a wet concrete. I knew that sound before I even saw her.Nora was leaning against a black car two spaces from mine. Her arms were folded, with a calm expression, and she was dressed as if she’d just come from a high-stakes meeting. She looked perfectly comfortable standing in a dark hospital lot at three in the morning. This wasn't a coincidence; obviously, she had been waiting."Richard," she said.I didn't stop walking as I responded back. "Nora. I had a long night?"I reached my car and pulled the door open. She pushed o

(Richard’s POV)I staggered downstairs, the lobby itself was empty. Even the staff member behind the front desk, who was on the sofa, briefly raised his eyes when I came out of the elevator, but then he went back to his work without any signs of excitement despite seeing me bleeding profusely.It was the hotel staff's typical habit of feigning ignorance of any kind of anomalies without any show of them. I ignored the man and went out into the daylight. The sunlight was blinding. I had to stand there on the pavement a while before my eyes got used to the brightness of the sun. The street was very busy with people from the lunch crowds moving in all directions, and at the junction to the left, there were many vehicles that were waiting for their turn to move forward. The city was going about its normal business; it didn't even know that someone with a gunshot wound was struggling for his life here, or that I was the way I was, because of the sedative that was still working. I had ma