All Chapters of Am I in love with the Billionaire's Son?: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

SilverI stared at the burner phone in my hands, my heart pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears.The screen glowed faintly in the darkness of Stella's apartment, casting pale shadows across my face. My fingers were trembling as I scrolled through the call log, my breath caught in my throat. The messages were gone. Deleted. Whoever had used this phone had been careful, meticulous, making sure there was nothing left behind. No evidence. No trail. No way to trace it back to them.But they had missed one thing.A single call log. A missed call.From Henry.I felt my blood run cold. The name stared back at me, bold and accusing, burning into my retinas like a brand. Why would Henry call Stella? Especially on a burner phone? He had never mentioned knowing her number, never mentioned being in contact with her. As far as I knew, he had been trying to avoid her, to distance himself from her obsessive attention.But here it was. Proof that he had called her. On the night she died.I shook

HenryThe interrogation room was suffocating.I sat there, my hands cuffed in front of me, the cold metal biting into my wrists like a warning. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears, a relentless drumbeat that matched the frantic rhythm of my thoughts. The lights buzzed overhead, their harsh white glow casting everything in a sickly pallor. The grey walls pressed in from all sides, making the room feel smaller and smaller with each passing second.I had told them about Javier. About the fabric. About his jacket.But as the minutes stretched into what felt like hours, doubt began to creep in like a poison I couldn't flush out.What if I was wrong? What if the fabric didn't match? What if Javier had been at Stella's apartment for some other reason that had nothing to do with murder? What if I was about to destroy an innocent person because I was too desperate to save Henry? What if my desperation was clouding my judgment, making me see things that weren't there?I pre

SilverTitle: The ReunionMy heart was pounding. Javier was standing there looking at me, his gaze unmatched.Javier was there. He walked to the couch and sat there. There on Henry's couch like he belonged there. He looked relaxed and confident. His eyes met mine, and something flickered in them. Surprise. Then satisfaction."Silver," he said smoothly. "I was wondering when you'd show up."Henry was standing by the window, his back to me. My head sprawled in confusion because what was going on?"Henry," I said, my voice shaking. "We need to talk.""We are talking," Henry said coldly. "Javier was just telling me some interesting things about you."My blood ran cold. I looked at Javier. He was smiling. That same charming smile that had fooled everyone."Javier has been telling me that you lied to me," Henry continued, still not turning around. "That you've been using me to get close to my father. That everything between us was a manipulation.""That's not true.""Isn't it?" Javier lean

SilverTitle: The BleedingThe floor was cold against my back.I could feel it through my jacket, through my jeans, through every layer of clothing that was supposed to protect me from the world. But nothing could protect me from this. Nothing could protect me from the burning pain in my side, spreading like wildfire through my veins.I was bleeding.I knew it before I even looked down. I could feel it. The warmth soaking through my clothes. The wetness spreads across my skin. The way my body was slowly, steadily, giving up.Henry was holding me. His hands were pressed against my wound, trying to stop the bleeding. His face was pale. His eyes were wild. He looked terrified."Silver, stay with me," he said, his voice cracking. "Please. Stay with me.""I'm trying," I whispered. "It hurts, Henry. It hurts so much.""I know. I know it hurts. But you're going to be okay. You're going to be fine."I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe that this was just a nightmare and I would wake u

SilverThe pain was consuming me. I could feel it. It was like my body refused to acknowledge what had happened, refusing to give in to the burning fire that was already spreading through my chest. I looked down, confused, and saw the blood blooming across my shirt like a dark flower. Red. So much red.In the blink of an eye, Javier had grabbed Henry and placed a gun to his head. Seeing the police outside had changed everything. Before he shot me, I had dialed 911 on my phone and thrown it to the corner. My very last source of getting rescued and it had worked."Silver!" Henry's voice cut through the fog, raw and desperate. He tried to lunge towards me, but Javier's grip on him tightened, the gun now swinging wildly between us. "Silver, no—"I stumbled backward, my hand pressing against the wound. Warm liquid seeped through my fingers, and I watched it drip onto the concrete floor. My legs felt like they were made of water. Everything was tilting."Sit down," I heard myself say, but