Todos os capítulos de My Possessive Billionaire: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

PrologueThe air in Apex didn't just vibrate; it hummed with the curated bass of five-figure speaker stacks, a physical force that rattled Leilani’s teeth even as it blurred the senses of everyone else inside. The club was a temple built to the religion of excess. Tonight, like every other night, Leilani was merely an acolyte in service to the high priests of industry and inheritance, navigating the pulsing maze with a heavy silver tray.​Her white silk blouse, sharply tailored to the procurer's demanding standards, felt like a target. It was designed to look professional, but Leilani knew its true function was contrast. It made her look clean in a place that traded in secrets. It highlighted her porcelain skin and dark hair, making her look available to the men who thought everything in Apex carried a price tag.​But she needed this. The monthly number for her mother’s new cocktail of experimental meds—meds that kept the debilitating tremors at bay—was five digits long. This was the

Chapter 2 Leilani's POV ​A week of me ignoring him should’ve been enough to make Timothy Beckett go away. ​Usually, in a place like Apex, if you blow a guy off long enough, he just moves on to the next girl in a tight dress. But Timothy wasn't moving. He was like a stain I couldn't scrub out of the carpet. ​It was Tuesday—a dead night—but I felt him the second I walked onto the floor. It’s like the air in the room got heavier whenever he was around. ​"He’s back at table four," Raffy whispered, passing me with a stack of dirty glasses. "Third night this week, Lei. He hasn't ordered a single drink. Just water and a steak he barely touches." ​I tightened my apron, my jaw aching from clenching it. "I don't care, Raffy. Put Sarah on that section." ​"I tried," Raffy sighed. "He gave her a hundred bucks just to go away. He said he’d wait for 'his' server. Look, Lei, he’s not causing trouble. He’s just... sitting there. Looking at you." ​That was the worst part. He didn't have to say

Chapter 4 Leilani's POV The food actually tasted like something for once. Usually, I’m just shoveling a protein bar down my throat in a dirty locker room or eating cold fries at 4:00 AM while leaning against a trash can. This was different. Real fruit, eggs that didn't taste like plastic, and a view of the city that made everything look tiny. ​Even my problems felt a little smaller from up here. ​"You’re quiet," Timothy said. He’d dropped the waiter act, but he was still watching me. Not like he was hunting me anymore, but like he was trying to figure out a puzzle. ​"Just thinking about how much of a weirdo you are," I said, taking a sip of the juice. "Who tries to redo a meeting at seven in the morning?" ​"A guy who knows he screwed up his only shot," he said. He wasn't even joking. He sounded tired, but totally honest. "I’ve spent the whole week thinking about that night in the VIP room. I keep seeing the look on your face when I called you delusional. I didn't like it,

Chapter 6 Leilani's POV Timothy managed to hustle his grandma out of the room before I could crawl under the bed and hide. I could still hear her in the hallway, chirping about "beautiful babies" and "wedding invitations" until the elevator finally dinged and silenced her. He came back into the room looking like he wanted to disappear. "I’m so sorry, Lei. She’s... a lot. She’s been obsessed with me settling down since I turned twenty-one." "It’s fine," I said, finally letting go of the blanket and standing up. "She’s sweet. Just a little intense." "She wasn't wrong about one thing, though," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. He didn't look away. "About me not wanting to let you go." I didn't know what to say to that, so I just focused on fixing my hair. The air in the room felt way too heavy all of a sudden. "I’ll drive you home," he offered, reaching for his keys. "You probably want to change before your shift tonight." "Actually, no. It’s okay," I told him, avoid

Chapter 8 Leilani's POV ​One night, around 3:00 AM, I was heading to the back to take out the trash. I thought I was alone, but as soon as I stepped into the alley, he was there, leaning against the brick wall. ​"You can't keep doing this, Leilani," he said, his voice sounding tired. "You're exhausted. You're barely eating. And you're looking at me like I'm the enemy when you know I'm the only one who's actually on your side." ​"You're not on my side, Timothy," I said, my voice cracking. I threw the heavy trash bag into the bin with a loud thud. "You're just visiting. You’re a tourist in my life. You’ll get bored of the 'struggle' soon and go back to your penthouse. I don't have that choice." ​"I'm not a tourist," he said, stepping into the dim light of the alley. He looked messy—his hair was all over the place and he’d ditched the tie hours ago. "I'm a permanent resident if you'll let me be." ​I wanted to believe him so badly it hurt. But as I looked at him, all I could s