All Chapters of The Billionaire That Couldn’t Let Her Go: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN: FINDING BIANCASERENA’S POVI sat at the edge of my bed, staring blankly down at the wooden floorboards. My twin sister, Bianca. A sister I never even knew existed until a few days ago, left behind at an iron gate to suffer alone until she couldn't take it anymore.My heart was completely shattered.It was a strange, hollow kind of grief. I was grieving someone who was blood of my blood, someone who shared my face, yet felt like a ghost haunting my forgotten childhood. Tears welled up in my eyes, falling down my pale cheeks. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her little crying face from my dream, her tiny hand slipping out of mine.Where are you, Bianca? I whispered silently, closing my eyes tight as a quiet, desperate prayer formed in my heart. Please, God, just let her be alive. Wherever she is, keep her safe. Give me a sign, a chance, anything... just help me find her.I opened my eyes, wiping my damp cheeks with the back of my sleeve, and reached fo

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN: MAKE UP OR BREAKUPSERENA’S POVThe mirror standing in the corner of my bedroom reflected a woman I barely recognized.I smoothed my palms over the delicate fabric of the dress, letting out a breath that made my chest rise and fall against the silk. It was a floor-length, champagne colored backless gown that caught the warm lighting of the room in a subtle, ethereal shimmer. The front was sleek and elegant, draped high at the neck, but as I turned slightly to the side, the back dipped into a dramatic, plunging V that exposed the entire length of my spine down to the waist.It was the dress I had bought a few months ago at the boutique while I was impulsively spending Caspian's moneyI picked up a silver drop earring from the vanity tray, my fingers trembling slightly as I pushed it through my earlobe. The invite had been hand-delivered to my apartment door yesterday afternoon by a official courier from Laurent International. A thick, cream colored en

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN: YOU'D SEECASPIAN’S POVThe grand ballroom of the Devon estate was a dazzling sea of shimmering chandeliers, flowing champagne, and chatter.I stood near the grand marble staircase, dressed in my tailored black tuxedo, holding a glass of sparkling water. On the surface, I was the picture of absolute composure, the formidable CEO of Laurent International, commanding respect from every corner of the room. Beside me stood Mr. Vance, one of the most powerful global venture capitalists in the country, talking about a massive corporate expansion deal."We are looking at finalizing the terms by next quarter, Caspian," Mr. Vance said, swirling his glass as he leaned in closer. "A one-billion-dollar joint infrastructure contract. It’s a historic figure, even for Laurent International. My board is entirely on board, provided the internal stability of your executive committee remains as solid as ever.""You have my personal guarantee, Vance," I replied smoothly,

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN: CHANGE OF PLANSDAMIAN’S POVShit!The whispered as I forced my expression to remain smooth, stepping deeper into the dimmer part of the ballroom a corridor away from the main bright ballroom.My pulse pounded in my ears. Across that crowded floor, I had watched Serena’s lips move. I had seen the sudden, desperate intensity in her eyes, the way she gripped Caspian’s wrists, and the instant, heavy shift in his posture. She knew. I didn't know how the hell she knew, but it didn't matter. She was handing Caspian the exact key he needed to blow our entire operation wide open before the main stage announcement.If Caspian called his security detail right now, if he alerted the board directors or locked down the estate’s private networks, months of meticulous planning would burn to the ground in minutes.I picked up my pace, taking the steps of the grand side staircase two at a time, retreating into the upper balcony level where the lights were dim and th

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN: TERRORCASPIAN’S POVFive minutes.It had been almost five agonizing minutes since Serena had excused herself from my side, and she still hadn't returned to the main floor.I stood near the edge of the central marble staircase, completely isolated in the middle of a bustling crowd of billionaires, politicians, and media moguls. On the outside, I maintained my posture not to show my worry, nodding along as two prominent foreign investors droned on about regional market share and post gala press releases. But beneath the calmd demeanor, every single nerve in my body was drawn tight as a bowstring.My eyes kept darting across the ballroom, scanning the sea of evening gowns and sharp tuxedos, searching desperately for the delicate, champagne colored backless gown that had taken my breath away just moments ago.Where was she?She had been so shaken, her dark eyes filled with a raw, desperate urgency as she gripped my wrists and tried to warn me. Her hushed