All Chapters of The Billionaire That Couldn’t Let Her Go: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO: GET OUTCASPIAN’S POVThe heavy silence in my office shattered the second Elena crossed the threshold.I stood behind my desk, my jaw locked tight as the tension in the room instantly spiked to a dangerous level. Vivian had turned around completely, her sweet, apologetic expression instantly vanishing into thin air. In its place was a look of sharp, unadulterated hostility.Vivian shot Elena a ruthless death glare, her dark eyes narrowing as she looked Elena up and down, taking in her sharp corporate power suit and professional posture."Who are you?" Vivian asked, her voice dropping its soft, melodic charm, replaced by an arrogant, demanding tone.Elena didn't even flinch. She stopped a few feet away, clutching her leather briefcase tightly against her side. She looked back at Vivian with equal disdain, a cold, unimpressed smirk playing at the corners of her lips."Who are you?" Elena countered smoothly, her tone laced with calm, effortless authority.The

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR: MEMORIES FROM THE PASTSERENA’S POVI sat at the wooden kitchen table, a steaming mug of black coffee sitting untouched between my hands. I hadn't slept a single wink.Every time I closed my eyes, the vivid, terrifying memory from my dream flashed behind my eyes. I could still hear the heartbreaking sound of that little girl crying out my name. I could still feel the sensation of her tiny, cold hand being ripped away from mine at the iron gate. The tear stained face, the messy dark hair, the identical brown eyes, it was all too clear, too detailed, and too emotionally devastating to be just a random nightmare.I had a sister. A twin sister.The thought made my chest tighten with a strange, aching pain. How could I have gone my entire life without knowing about her? How could a whole human being, someone who shared my face and my blood be completely erased from my mind?I rested my head against my palm, letting out a long, shaky breath as I tried to piece

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIX: MISSING USCASPIAN’S POVI was slumped deep into my hchair, staring blankly up at the high decorative ceiling above me. I wasn't reading, I wasn't reviewing the mountain of corporate reports sitting on my desk, and I wasn't even trying to think about the boardroom betrayals brewing at Laurent International. I was simply staring at nothing, completely paralyzed by a profound, suffocating emptiness that had taken up permanent residence in my chest.Every single corner of this quiet mansion was a cruel reminder of what I had lost. The empty space on the right side of my bed and her room, the haunting silence where her soft laughter used to echo. it was driving me slowly out of my mind. The throbbing behind my eyes was a constant, dull ache, a physical weight brought on by nights of restless sleep and endless, agonizing regret.The sudden, loud vibration of my phone echoing shattered the silence of the room.I didn't even bother to move at first. Over the pas

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT: BUNDLE OF NERVES SERENA’S POVThe repetitive sound of the train wheels against the steel tracks echoed through the passenger car.I sat near the glass window, watching the landscape shift from concrete city buildings into sweeping green hills and dense patches of woodland. The afternoon sun was beautiful, and so was the landscape but I couldn't sit still. My fingers kept nervously twisting the silver ring on my thumb, my feet tapping against the floor.I was a chaotic cocktail of pure excitement and terrifying nerves.Part of me, the hopeful, desperate part wanted to burst out crying with joy. If my dream was a real, suppressed memory, then I wasn't completely alone in this world. Somewhere out there, there was another me. The thought of finding her, of holding her hands again and fulfilling the promise I made at that gate, filled my chest with a warm, blooming hope.But then, out of nowhere, an icy hand of pure terror gripped my heart.What if I was t

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TEN: FRIENDLY ENEMIES NATHAN’S POVIt was past midnight. The rest of the executive floor at Laurent International was pitch-black and completely deserted, but I couldn't bring myself to turn off my lamp and go home. For the past three days, I had been obsessively digging through every single digital paper trail, corporate audit report, and offshore wire routing code I could get my hands on.Caspian was falling apart. Between his deteriorating health even though he refuses to admit it, and his fractured marriage with Serena, he was running on pure fumes. He was the head of this empire, but right now, he was compromised. As his primary executive assistant and closest ally, it was my job to be his eyes and ears in the shadows and my instincts were screaming that a disaster was waiting right around the corner.I leaned back in my leather chair, adjusting my glasses as I stared down at a newly printed spreadsheet.I had been going through all of the documents line