All Chapters of The Billionaire DNA Match: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

[Lisa]The clock on my nightstand read 12:47 a.m. when I finally closed the book I was reading and tossed it onto the empty bed. My eyes were tired, and my brain was full of the fictional drama and romance I'd been escaping into for the past three hours.I stretched, yawned, and remembered my phone had been charging in the kitchen all evening. I'd plugged it in after work and had completely forgotten about it. I had been too busy with my book and my glass of wine.I padded barefoot to the kitchen, unplugged the phone, and nearly dropped it when I saw the screen. A text from Emily, sent two hours ago.Emily: Lisa, I think I'm in trouble. Call me when you get this.My heart slammed against my ribs. I scrolled up, but there was nothing else. No explanation or context. Just those seven words that turned my blood cold.I called her immediately, but it went to voicemail for the first four calls and on the fifth unanswered call, I was worried. "Damn it, Emily," I muttered, already grabbing

[Emily]The tears haven't stopped falling since I practically ran out of Ms Tasha's office. I'd managed to keep them at bay until I reached the stairwell, but once those metal doors closed behind me, I couldn't hold them back anymore. My chest heaved with silent sobs as I gripped the cold railing, my descent down the stairs more of a stumble than an intentional walk.I don't know what hurts worse: Discovering that Luncent is Hayden's biological father or seeing Elias with his hand in Ms Tasha's. Both feel like betrayals, even though I have no right to feel betrayed by either. I'd come to his office determined to end it. I'd decided that being with Elias was too complicated, too messy, too dangerous given the circumstances. And yet seeing him with someone else…I pushed through the emergency exit on the fourteenth floor, taking the stairs two at a time now, my heels clicking frantically against the concrete steps. The fluorescent lights blurred as I passed, and my vision swam with unshe

[Elias]The stairwell door slammed shut behind me, and I stood there for a moment, my chest heaving, my hands clenched into fists at my sides.She wanted space.Emily Matthews, the woman who had finally looked at me like I wasn't out to get her, the woman who had laughed with me, who had let me touch her, who had whispered my name like it meant something. Now she wanted me to slow down. To give her space. To wait while she sorted through…what? What the hell was she sorting through?I ran a hand through my hair, frustration burning in my chest like acid."I can't do this right now, Elias," she'd said. Her voice still echoed in my ears. The way she'd stepped back from me on that rooftop, the way her green eyes had shimmered with something I couldn't name. It wasn't fear, she'd stopped being afraid of me weeks ago.It was something else."There are some things I need to sort through." What things? What could possibly be so complicated that she couldn't even hint at it.I was going to fin

[Emily]I didn't look back. No, I couldn't.The lift doors slumped shut behind me, and I walked. No, I fled toward my desk, my heels clucking too fast against the floor, my arms still clutching those folders like they were the only thing keeping me upright.Lisa looked up as I approached. Her smile faltered the moment she saw my face."Emily? What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost.""I'm fine." The lie slipped smoothly out of my mouth. "It's just a headache. It's been a long day.""Eh, technically it's not even noon yet. Are you sure you're alright?" She didn't believe me. I could see it in the way her eyes narrowed, the way her mouth opened to push further.But I couldn't… I couldn't explain that the ghost I'd seen wasn't a ghost at all, but Elias Lockwood.I'd been thinking of him, and I'd stepped into the lift only to come face to face with him.He'd been standing there with a hand in his pocket and those mesmerizing eyes had stared intensely at me.And I pretended not to

[Emily]Elias closed the distance between us slowly, giving me every chance to pull away, but again, I didn't. His lips brushed against mine, soft and inviting, tasting of rain and vodka and something underneath that was just him.My hands ached to touch him, to draw him closer until there was nothing between us. Ha, Space? The notion itself feels ridiculous now.His tongue tangled with mine as he deepened the kiss; his hand slid into my hair, cradled the back of my head, pulling me closer as if I wasn't already close enough. My fingers curled into the slightly wet fabric of his shirt, and I felt the steady thumping of his heartbeat in my palm.The couch was too small, too lumpy and too cramped, but none of that mattered. Nothing mattered except the way his mouth moved against mine, the way his breath mingled with my breath, the way his hands found the curves of my body and held on like I was the only solid thing in a world gone soft."I want you, Emily," he murmured against my lips.