All Chapters of My Possessive Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

Chapter 10 Leilani's POV Even after the doctor told us the good news, I couldn't even look Timothy in the eye. Now that the panic was fading, this massive wave of shame just hit me. I felt sick to my stomach. ​I sat there in the plastic chair, wrapped in his blazer and I just felt... small. Like, really small. I hated that I had to run to him. I hated that he saw me at my absolute lowest, begging for help. ​I started thinking about all those things people say—the stuff his mom hinted at. I felt like one of those girls now. To his world, I was probably just another sob story that ended with a Beckett writing a check. ​"Hey," Timothy said, sitting back down and trying to catch my gaze. "You haven't said a word. The surgery was a success, Lei. You should be happy." ​"How am I ever going to pay you back?" I whispered, my voice thick. I finally looked at him, but I felt like crying for a whole different reason now. "The hospital, the specialist, the debt to that guy... it’s too

Chapter 12 ​Leilani's POV ​The morning after Sarah and Raffy visited felt like a fragile bubble. My mother was sleeping peacefully, her color finally returning, and Timothy was... he was just there. No laptop, no frantic phone calls to the office. Just a man sitting in a cramped hospital room, peeling an orange for me because he noticed I hadn't eaten. ​I watched his hands—the steady, capable hands of a CEO—carefully removing the pith. It felt surreal. ​"You're staring again," he murmured, a playful glint in his eyes as he handed me a slice. ​"I'm just waiting for the catch," I admitted, taking the fruit. "Everything is so... quiet. I'm not used to quiet, Timothy. My life is usually a series of loud disasters." ​Timothy leaned back, his eyes softening. "There is no catch, Leilani. For once, the disaster is over. Can't you just accept that you're allowed to be happy?" ​I wanted to. I really did. But before I could answer, the door pushed open and a nurse stepped in, looki

Chapter 14​Leilani's POV​The exhaustion wasn't just in my muscles anymore; it was in my bones. Every morning, I woke up in Timothy’s silk sheets feeling like I’d been beaten. My hands were beginning to look like they belonged to someone twenty years older—red, chapped, and perpetually smelling of ammonia.​But the physical pain was nothing compared to the psychological warfare of Mrs. Gable.​If Molly Beckett was the architect of my misery, Mrs. Gable was the contractor. She knew exactly who I was. Molly had clearly told her that I wasn't just a new hire; I was a problem to be scrubbed away.​"You missed a spot on the wainscoting, Parker," she barked, her sensible shoes clicking sharply against the library’s parquet floor.​I was on my hands and knees, my vision blurring from the fumes of the heavy-duty wood polish. "I've gone over this room twice, Mrs. Gable."​"Then go over it a third time," she snapped, leaning down so her shadow fell over me. "Perhaps at that club you worked at,

Chapter 16 ​Leilani's POV ​The lunch was finally over, but the weight of it followed me back into the kitchen. My hands were shaking as I scraped the leftovers into the bin. I just wanted to hide in a corner and breathe, but the Manor never allowed for rest. ​"You look like you've seen a ghost, Parker," a voice whispered beside me. ​I turned to see Ehra, a young maid who had started a few months before me. She was busy polishing a set of crystal glasses, her eyes bright with a curiosity that made me nervous. Ehra was nice, but she was a talker—the kind of person who lived for the gossip that flowed through the service corridors. ​"Just a long shift," I muttered, focusing on the sink. ​"Is it true?" Ehra leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial hum. "The girls in the laundry room were saying you're staying in the city. Not in a boarding house, but in a real apartment. Do you... do you live with someone?" ​I froze. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stan