All Chapters of The Billionaire I Stole For Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I didn’t realize how quiet the night had become until I was already in the car.He had offered me a ride home, but I declined.The city lights blurred past the window, glowing gold and distant, but my mind wasn’t there.My fingers tightened slightly in my lap.I exhaled slowly, leaning my head back against the seat.Am I actually falling for Mr. Cole?“Lucy, get yourself together," I murmured under my breath. “This is just a contract for revenge,” I whispered to myself. I can’t feel anything else… or I might end up getting hurt. But no matter how many times I repeated it—My heart refused to listen.My mind was scattered all over the place. I had never felt like this before.Not even with Raphael.A bitter smile touched my lips.Maybe that was the problem.Maybe everything I thought I knew about love… had been a lie.I closed my eyes briefly. Exhaling. “Am I doing the right thing?”Silence answered me.But one thing was certain—There was no turning back now.By the time I got home

I slammed my bedroom door so hard the picture frame on the wall rattled.My chest was heaving. My fingers wouldn’t stop shaking—not because I was scared, but from everything that had just happened.I caught my reflection in the mirror and almost didn’t recognize myself.My hair was a disaster. My mascara had smudged beneath my eyes. I looked like someone who had been through a war.I sank onto the edge of my bed and pressed my palms flat against my knees, trying to ground myself. Three weeks ago, my life had made sense. I had a plan. An engagement. A future mapped out in clean, straight lines.Now I was standing in the wreckage of all of it,I lay back on my bed and stared at the ceiling, willing my heart to slow down. “Why can’t everyone just leave me alone?”On the other side of the city, Adrian walked into his mother’s home and felt the tension before he even reached the living room.He had received a call from his mother earlier. She sounded really mad as she asked him to come s

The mansion appeared before I was ready for it. It Stood tall and elegant, power woven into every details I had told myself the entire drive over that I would be fine. But the moment the gates parted and that estate came into full view — every carefully constructed wall of confidence I had built on the way over began to crack. He must have noticed how tense I was, because he reached for my hands, his touch warm and steady, breaking the silence at last. “Relax,” he said quietly. “I’m here. Everything will be fine.” I turned to look at him, and for reasons I couldn’t explain, a strange sense of calm settled over me. I nodded once. And held on. Andre stepped out first, then walked around to open the door for me, every bit the gentleman he was. I followed him inside, my heartbeat quickening with every step. She was already at the door when we arrived. Rosalie Cole didn’t need a grand entrance. She simply stood — poised and unreadable in the doorway of her home — and somehow

He sat directly opposite me. The silence between us stretched — thick, impossible to ignore. I kept my eyes anywhere but on his face. The floor. The window. Anywhere that wasn’t him. “Why does it suddenly feel so awkward?” His voice broke the quiet so unexpectedly that I almost flinched. I didn’t answer. “We’ve talked before,” he continued, his tone unhurried, almost thoughtful. “We’ve agreed to get married. And yet—” he tilted his head slightly, “—you’re sitting there like I’m an unwanted guest or someone you’ve never met.” He leaned back slowly, eyes fixed on me with that calm, unreadable intensity that made it impossible to think straight. Then he stood up. My head snapped toward him immediately. “What are you—” “Could it be,” he said quietly, moving toward me with unhurried steps, “that you simply can’t stand me?” He stopped directly in front of me. The distance between us collapsed to almost nothing. “Or,” he added softly, “something else entirely?” Be

“She’s back,” Vivian said — her voice trembling, wet with tears. Evelyn sprang up to her feet. Before I could process what was happening. She crossed the room in few steps and the slap landed across my cheek so hard my head snapped sideways. The sound of it cut through the entire house. I stood completely still. My cheek blazed. My eyes stung. The force of it had sent a sharp pain radiating from my jaw to my temple. But I did not raise my hand to my face. Slowly — deliberately — I turned my head back to face her. Her eyes were filled with disgust. “How dare you,” she thundered, her voice shaking with cold fury. “How dare you involve yourself with a man who was being considered for Vivian? Are you out of your mind?” I said nothing. “You will end whatever this is,” she continued, stepping closer. “You will go back to Raphael and marry him as planned. That is final.” A cold laugh escaped me. “Why don’t you let Vivian marry Raphael instead?” I said. Their expressions froze.