All Chapters of Am I in love with the Billionaire's Son?: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Henry After I dropped Silver off, I sat in my car for a while. I could still smell all over me. I didn’t want to leave her, especially not now. I slouched in the car with the engine still running. The heater was blasting. But I couldn't feel any of it. All I could feel was the ghost of her lips on mine, the warmth of her body in my arms, the sound of her voice whispering that she would wait for me.I didn't want to leave. Every fiber of my being was screaming at me to turn around, to go back to her, to find a way to stay.But I couldn't.My father had made that clear. There was no negotiation or even compromise. No way out. I was going back to England, whether I liked it or not. I took a deep breath and put the car in drive. But I didn't head toward my father's private jet. Not yet. Instead, I found myself driving toward Javier's apartment.I told myself it was just courtesy. Javier was the first friend I had made when I came to America. He had been there for me through everything:

Silver I stood outside the police station, frozen.The cold air bit at my cheeks, sharp and unforgiving, but I couldn't feel it. I couldn't feel anything except the hollow ache in my chest where my heart used to be. The world around me had gone numb, distant, like I was watching everything through a fogged-up window. Stella was dead. Henry was arrested. Everything was falling apart, crumbling around me like a house of cards in a hurricane. The life I had been trying so hard to build, the fragile hope I had been clinging to, was shattering into a million pieces.I didn't know what to do.My mind was spinning, racing through possibilities, grasping at straws that kept slipping through my fingers. Professor Rogers. Mr. Williams. The foundation. The expedition. My father. It was all connected somehow. I could feel it in my bones, a tangled web of secrets and lies that had been spun long before I ever set foot on Ravenport's campus. Every thread I pulled led to another knot. Every answer

Henry The cell was cold.Very cold, it made me shiver. To the point that seeped into your bones, slow and insidious, until I couldn't remember what warmth felt like. The walls were grey. The floor was grey. Everything was grey. Grey and hard and unforgiving. The light above me buzzed with a low, constant hum that was slowly driving me insane. It was the kind of sound you couldn't escape, the kind that burrowed into your brain and refused to leave. I had never had to go through something like this, not even when I had done what I did in England.I sat on the edge of the thin mattress, my elbows resting on my knees, my head hanging low. The orange jumpsuit was scratchy against my skin, rough and uncomfortable. The handcuffs had been removed, but I could still feel their ghost around my wrists, cold and heavy, like they had left permanent marks on my skin.I didn't kill Stella.The thought echoed in my head, desperate and hollow. I didn't kill her. I didn't even know she was dead unti

HenryThe courtroom was freezing.Not the temperature. The kind of cold that came from the way people looked at me. Like I was already dead. Like I had already been convicted in their minds and they were just waiting for the formalities. The judge. The jury. The officers. They all had the same expression. Disgust. Judgment. Certainty.And then there was my father.He sat in the front row like he owned the place. Which, knowing him, he probably did. His suit was perfect. His posture was perfect. His face was a mask of nothing. No anger. No concern. No relief that his son was about to rot in prison for a crime he didn't commit. Just emptiness. The same emptiness he had looked at me with my entire life.I felt his gaze on my neck like a hand. Heavy. Cold. Pressing down on me. Making it hard to breathe.He wasn't here to save me. He was here to watch.The judge's voice droned on, but I couldn't hear the words. All I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears, the thud of my heart against

SilverProfessor Rogers pulled up to the curb outside my dorm.The engine idled for a moment, a low hum that seemed to vibrate through my bones. I sat there, my hand on the door handle, my heart heavy with everything that had just been said inside that car. The plan. The revenge. Henry. It was all tangled together in a knot I couldn't unravel."Remember," Professor Rogers said, his voice calm and measured. "We need to be patient. Don't do anything rash. Let the plan unfold. If we rush this, we'll lose everything."I nodded slowly, my eyes fixed on the window. "I understand.""And Miss Woods—"I turned to look at him. His face was unreadable, his eyes cold and calculating. The same eyes that had looked at me with sympathy when I first walked into his office. The same eyes that had promised me justice for my father."Don't let your feelings for Henry cloud your judgment. He's a means to an end. Nothing more. Remember why you're here. Remember what his family took from you."I didn't res