All Chapters of Sold to the Ruthless Alpha Billionaire : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

POPPY’S POVThe woman smiled and patted my shoulder. "My name is Eleanor," she said. "Eleanor Roosevelt. And this is my daughter, Kiara." She gestured to the younger one, who waved with both hands like we were old friends reuniting. "Kiara was hiking this morning and found you at the bottom of the east ridge. You were unconscious." I looked at Kiara and she stepped forward, her face split into a grin. "You were face down," Kiara started to ramble. "I thought you were dead. I actually screamed." "She did," Eleanor confirmed. "She kept screaming all the way to the house.” I looked around the room properly for the first time. I noticed the high ceiling, cream walls, and furniture that cost more than most people's cars. The window had curtains that pooled slightly on the floor and I swallowed. Whoever the Roosevelts were, they were not struggling. "Thank you," I whispered, my own lips pulling into a small smile. "Both of you. I mean that." I moved to sit up but the pain

POPPY’S POVMy head felt like it was full of wet sand. I could barely hear anything over the buzzing in my ears. When I tried to move my legs, a pained groan left my lips and my eyes snapped open. The sight of the bright lights and familiar ceilings made my heart skip. I was back at the Roosevelt house. No! Shit, no! How did that happen? I was already escaping, close to leaving for good when… what even happened? I tried to sit up but something pulled at my wrist. I looked down to see a cuff around my wrist, looped through the headboard rail. And that was when everything came back in a rush. I was running when I tripped over my own legs and the guards had caught up to me. I must have fainted because I couldn't remember what led up to this moment. "You're finally awake." My head swiveled to the side and Eleanor was in the chair by the window with a cigarette and her legs crossed. She blew smoke toward the ceiling and I felt deep anger curling in my chest. I tugged at

POPPY’S POV“No. No. No!”The word kept leaving my lips as I raced through the forest, my heart thrashing in my chest. I couldn't afford to look back, already knowing what would happen. But the sound of a piercing howl caught my attention and I turned back. My leg twisted immediately and a pained grunt left my throat. I could hear paws thudding on the dirt and the white wolf barreled towards me. The sight of those haunting red eyes made me freeze and a scream tore from my throat. I jerked awake, my chest drumming too fast for me. My eyes flew over the dimly lit room and I realized that I was back in Grey's mansion. “You're safe.” I whispered even as I trembled. “I'm safe. No one can touch me.”I repeated it until my heartbeat believed me, which took longer than I wanted to admit.It was becoming a routine. This same dream over and over again, I had no idea what it meant. The time read 2:45, which made sense since the sky through the window was still dark. I was sweating, my tan

POPPY’S POVThe spa was beautiful with pale stone and the kind of ambient music that made me instantly feel welcome. The woman at the front recognized Penelope immediately and greeted us with genuine warmth, taking my hands and saying she had been looking forward to this appointment. I relaxed, even started to enjoy it. Penelope was talking. She had opinions about the menu, treatment rooms and the type of towel being warmer than the ones at the last place she tried. The staff were used to her, smiling and responding with patient grace. Penelope cleared her throat and turned to me. “Well, I'm glad that's out of the way now. We can get—” “Is our future Luna?” A very familiar voice cooed and my entire body stiffened as Elder Marsh walked toward us. Even Penelope had a frown on her face and stepped forward to block her but the old woman was faster. She took my hands and squeezed. “My dearest, I am so glad to see you back. I prayed every single night, we all did, and I just

GREY’S POVAnna Blake had been talking for eleven minutes without stopping. "... and the floral arrangement on the east aisle follows the same ivory and gold palette, which I think you'll agree with and then of course the centrepieces and then…" She turned and spread both arms wide with the energy of someone revealing a magic trick. "The doves." I looked at the cages. There were twelve of them stacked in pairs. And the sight of white birds cooing against the afternoon light made my brows furrow. "I didn't ask for doves," I pointed out, turning to her. "You said…" She pulled out her tablet, scrolled, turned it to face me. "And I'm quoting directly… 'Anna, I don't care, just make it look like a wedding.'" I stared at her and she stared back, unflinching. The woman had been in this industry for twenty years and she had clearly stopped being intimidated by anyone. "The doves have to stay," she said, and moved on before I could respond. I followed her through the venue with