All Chapters of The Billionaire That Couldn’t Let Her Go: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-ONE: EXACTLY LIKE HER BUT DIFFERENT LUCAS'S POVI sat frozen in the chair across from my sister. The ticking of the wall clock suddenly felt too loud.I stared at Serena's face, searching her features for any sign of her joking, a subtle twitch of her lips, a sudden break in her expression, anything that would tell me she was pulling an elaborate, absurd prank to get back at me. But there was nothing. The look on her face was one of fear. Her dark eyes were wide and teary, her lower lip trembling slightly as she gripped the edge of her sofa cushions so tightly her knuckles had turned completely white.My chest tightened,panic rising in my throat. I swallowed hard, forcing a dry, nervous chuckle as I shook my head, waving my hand dismissively in the air."You're... you're joking, right?" I asked, my voice straining to keep the tone light. "Come on, bug. You went to that high society charity gala thingy tonight, and Caspian Laurent himself brought you h

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-THREE: POST HOSTAGE BLISSSERENA'S POV I blinked my eyes open, the sudden brightness stinging slightly. My body felt heavy, numb with a deep exhaustion that seemed to seep straight into my bones. As my vision cleared, I realized I was still curled up on the couch, my head resting against Lucas’s shoulder. He was fast asleep beside me, one arm still slung loosely over my back, his chest rising and falling slowly.A small smile touched my lips as I looked at his peaceful face. His messy hair was sticking up in three different directions. Despite everything he had been through with his heart surgery, he had stayed up in the dead of night, holding me together while my world shattered into a million pieces.Thank you, Lucas, I thought softly.Careful not to wake him, I slowly slid out from under his arm, holding my breath until his arm dropped gently onto a throw pillow. He let out a soft sigh, shifting his posture slightly, but remained fast asleep.I stood

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIVE: LUNCH AND A GRUDGE CASPIAN’S POVEven though it wasn't a direct rejection, the sharp, defensive edge in her voice still managed to make me wince, leaving an ache in my heart I kept my hands firmly locked on the steering wheel, staring straight ahead at the asphalt as the afternoon sun beat down on the hood of the car. I knew I shouldn't have pushed her. I knew the timing was terrible, we were driving to a security precinct to deal with a kidnapping situation, a corporate execution, and the horrific reality of my parents' murder. But seeing her sit so close to me in the passenger seat, smelling the clean scent of her soap mixed with the subtle warmth of her skin, had made the words burst out of me before my mind could censor them.Can we please do this later?Her desperate plea echoed in the car over and over again. I hadn't lost her completely, she hadn't said no, she hadn't told me she hated me, and she hadn't told me to rot in hell. But the di

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SEVEN: NO! NOT AGAIN SERENA'S POV My fingers trembled as I unfolded the piece of paper.I took a shuddering breath, my eyes racing across the lines as my heart hammered violently against my ribs.Serena,If you are reading this, it means Damian kept his word and cleared my name from his sinking ship. Don't look for me. Don't send Caspian’s private security, don't ask the police to track my phone, and don't spend your days searching every crowded street corner in this city.We spent years living separate lives. You cannot fix this, and you cannot wash away my scars with your guilt. I need time to figure out who I am without Damian's shadow.Do not search for me, Serena. When the time is right, and only when I am ready, I will find you.— BiancaThe paper slipped from my fingers, fluttering down onto the floor like a fallen leaf."No..." The word escaped my lips as a strangled gasp. "No, no, no..."A sharp, unbearable ache bloomed in the center of my

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-NINE: HEARTS AND PANS ON FIRE SERENA'S POV I clutched the oversized teddy bear tight against my chest, trying desperately to suppress the massive, irrepressible smirk tugging at the corners of my lips.Standing across the pristine kitchen, Caspian looked as if he had just seen a ghost. The color had completely drained from his face, his dark eyes wide with an absolute, comical horror. The ruthless billionaire CEO who handled high-stakes boardrooms without blinking was currently frozen in place, staring at me as though I held a live grenade in my hands instead of a stuffed toy."Serena—" he rasped, his voice cracking slightly."What is this, Caspian?" I asked, forcing my tone to sound gravely serious, though my eyes were practically sparkling with amusement.I turned the gigantic teddy bear around, revealing what had sent him into a silent panic: taped right over the plush bear’s round snout was a small, neat cutout of my face. I didn't even know where