Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

ElaraI stared at the note so long the words almost stopped looking real.“You looked at the painting the same way you look at me when you forget to hide it”.My heartbeat became genuinely concerning after that.It was ridiculous.Dangerous men should not be allowed to write sentences like that.Especially not men like Alistair.I folded the note carefully before anyone nearby could notice my expression changing. Unfortunately, my face had apparently already betrayed me because the older woman sitting near me smiled knowingly as she passed.I immediately looked away..For the rest of the event, I avoided looking directly at Alistair. Which became difficult because I could feel his presence constantly.Every time someone laughed near the front row, my eyes instinctively wanted to find him.Every time applause erupted during the auction, I became painfully aware of him sitting somewhere nearby looking entirely too calm after casually spending ten million dollars on a painting for me.For

ELARABy the time I reached the hospital, the glittering lights of the gala felt like they belonged to another world.The sterile scent of antiseptic replaced expensive perfume, and the quiet hum of medical equipment drowned out the memory of music and applause.As I stepped out of the elevator, I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text.Running late. At the hospital with Louis’s grandfather.I stared at Alistair’s name for a second before locking the screen and slipping the phone back into my purse.Then I headed toward the private suite.My chest loosened slightly when I walked inside and found Mr. Laurent awake.“Elara.”His smile was weak but genuine.I immediately crossed the room and took his hand.“You scared me.”A soft chuckle escaped him.“I’m too stubborn to leave this world yet.”“Good,” I said, squeezing his fingers. “Because you’re not allowed to.”His laugh turned into a cough. I helped him settle against the pillows before sitting beside him.For the next several minu

ElaraBy the time I arrived at Alistair’s house, the sun had already begun to set.The moment I stepped inside, I found him waiting in the living room, looking entirely too relaxed for someone who had been sending me impatient messages all afternoon.“What took you so long?” he asked.I dropped my purse onto a nearby chair and sighed.“Louis’s grandfather called for me.”His eyebrow lifted.“Specifically for you?”I nodded.“He asked me to come see him. I couldn’t exactly refuse.”A slow smile spread across Alistair’s face.“That’s funny.”“What is?”“The old man trusts you more than most of the people in his own family.”I crossed my arms.“That’s exactly why I don’t plan on hurting him.”The smile faded slightly.“But Louis?” I continued. “Louis will pay for everything he’s done.”My voice hardened.“For every lie. Every betrayal.”A painful memory flashed through my mind.“And for making me lose my child.”Silence settled between us.For a moment, neither of us spoke.Then Alistair

ElaraThe ring felt heavier than it should have.Even now, as I walked through the hospital corridor, I could still feel the weight of the velvet box inside my purse.A ring.Alistair had given me a ring.Not an explanation.Not a note.Just a ring.I hadn’t even recovered from the shock when I reached Louis’ grandfather’s room.Taking a steadying breath, I pushed the door open.The old man looked up immediately.The warm smile that usually greeted me appeared for only a second before concern replaced it.“My dear.”His eyes narrowed.“You look troubled.”I forced a smile.“I’m fine.”He chuckled.“You are a terrible liar.”I closed the door behind me and walked toward his bed.As always, his face brightened when he saw me.The sight made guilt twist painfully in my chest.He trusted me. He believed in me.And worst of all, he still believed there was a future between Louis and me. A future that no longer existed.“Come here,” he said gently.“Sit beside me.”I obeyed.The moment I sat d

ElaraI hated questions that already had answers.They were the most dangerous kind. Because they forced you to confront truths you had spent months avoiding.The morning sunlight filtered through my apartment windows as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at my reflection without really seeing it.One question kept repeating itself inside my head.Do you still love Louis?Louis’ grandfather had asked for it yesterday. At the time, I had managed to avoid answering.But the old man had seen right through me. And now the question refused to leave.I picked up my hairbrush and dragged it through my hair.The answer was obvious. Painfully obvious.I still loved him.The problem wasn’t figuring that out. The problem was figuring out what to do with that information.Love didn’t magically erase everything that had happened.It didn’t erase betrayal.It didn’t erase heartbreak. It certainly didn’t erase Celia.A sharp knock interrupted my thoughts.Before I could answer, Denise wa