All Chapters of The Billionaire That Couldn’t Let Her Go: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-ONE: THE RIVALS DARLING SERENA'S POV The only sound inside the living room was the sound of ceramic.Bianca sat on the edge of the armchair, both of her hands wrapped tightly around a steaming mug of chamomile tea I had made for her. Her hair was still slightly damp from the night air, falling over her face as she took a slow, silent sip. The defensive mask she had worn earlier had completely vanished, leaving behind an exhausted young woman who looked far younger than her years.I sat on the sofa directly across from her, Caspian stood near the archway leading into the dining area, leaning back against the wall with his hands casually tucked into his trouser pockets. His coat was off, his dark tie loosened at his collar, and his watchful eyes rested on Bianca. There was no hostility in his gaze anymore.Lucas sat at the far end of the sectional sofa, quietly nursing a glass of warm water. Every few seconds, he glanced up at Bianca with a mixture of aw

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-THREE: UNSPOKEN COMPLICATIONSERENA’S POVThe silence inside the parked car was heavy and entirely removed from the bleak, high security walls rising just beyond the tinted glass.I leaned back against the plush leather seat, watching the distant security gates of the correctional facility through the windshield. Outside, the autumn wind rustled the barren trees bordering the visitors’ parking lot.Caspian sat in the driver's seat beside me. He had unbuttoned his coat, his long legs stretched out, one hand resting lazily on the gear shift while his eyes watched the main exit doors.We had been waiting for nearly forty minutes. Forty minutes for Bianca to finish saying whatever needed to be said to the man who had shaped the last few years of her life.I shifted in my seat, turning sideways to face Caspian. A strange thought had been around in my mind ever since we walked out of that visitation room, a realization that had slowly crept up on me as I recal

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-FIVE: NEW HORIZONS CASPIAN'S POV The bathroom mirror reflected a man who had finally reclaimed his life.I stood in front of the marble vanity, leaning my hands against the sink, staring directly into my own reflection. The silk robe hung loosely around my shoulders. The sun was just rising. My phone sat on the vanity, its screen still glowing faintly from the call that had woken me twenty minutes ago.Chief Inspector Vance.The news had been short. The Swiss authorities had completed the paperwork overnight. Helena was no longer in a holding cell in Zurich; she had been brought back to American soil under heavy federal escort hours ago. She was currently being processed in a federal detention facility downtown, and her preliminary court hearing was set for exactly one week from today.One week.Seven days until my father’s murderer, the woman who had spent years tearing my family apart from the inside, stood before a judge to answer for her crimes. F

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-SEVEN: SANCTUARY AND SHADOWSBianca’s POVThe morning light filtering through the sheer silk drapes of the guest suite was soft, warm, and entirely strange from what I was used to. I never liked a bright room.I blinked my eyes open slowly, staring up at the intricate crown molding of the high ceiling. The mattress beneath me was impossibly plush, swallowed in hcotton that felt nothing like the thin, sagging cots of the shelters, the worn leather of cheap motel beds, or the cold concrete floors I had known for the last ten years.For a second, panic flared in my chest. The instinctual, survivalist fear that I was in a trap. But then the soft, familiar scent of lavender and fresh linen washed over me, and the reality of where I was settled heavily into my bones.I was at the Laurent estate.After the chaotic storm outside my sister's apartment, Serena had put her hands on her hips, looked me dead in the eye with a stubborn, unyielding expression she got wh

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-NINE: SEASON OF PROMISESSerena’s POVThe first snowfall of the season had transformed the estate into a breathtaking winter sanctuary. Thick, fluffy snow covered the sprawling manicured lawns, weighing down the pine branches along the driveway.While inside, the towering, fifteen-foot tree stood proudly in the center of the grand foyer, its branches draped in fairy lights, glass ornaments, and silver ribbons. The scent of pine, roasted chestnuts, and spiced cinnamon drifted through every hallway."If you drop that ornament, Lucas, I swear I'll let Bianca use your physical therapy resistance bands to tie you to the stair railing," I called out, laughing as I walked into the foyer carrying a tray of hot cocoa topped with marshmallows.Lucas was balanced precariously on the third rung of ao stepladder, trying to hook a crystal star onto one of the upper branches."I have perfect balance, thank you very much!" Lucas shot back, though he quickly used his fr