Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire That Couldn’t Let Her Go: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE : ROLL OUT THE FOOTAGECASPIAN'S POVI woke up to the sound of a quiet voice and the feel of something cold against my skin.The doctor stood beside the bed, checking the monitor that someone had brought into the room. His expression was calm and professional. When he saw my eyes open he gave a short nod.“You need to rest, srr” he said. “Your system is still recovering. Make sure you take no more alcohol and no more stress if you can avoid it. I will check again this evening.”I did not answer. My head ached. My mouth was dry. The light from the window felt too bright. Nathan stood near the door with his arms folded, watching me the way he always did when something had gone wrong and he was waiting for orders.He had found me.After what had felt like minutes in hell, the tight chest, the short breath, the walls closing in, Nathan had been the one to walk in and call for help. I could still remember the sound of his voice cutting through the panic, steady and low

CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE: THE MISSED CALLSSERENA'S POVI was deep in sleep when the dream came.It felt real in the way only certain dreams do. I was standing in a room I did not recognize, and a girl stood across from me. She had my eyes. My mouth. Even the same small mole near her eyebrow that I had gotten as a child. She looked at me like she had been waiting a long time. I tried to speak, but no sound came. She reached out a hand, and before I could take it the dream broke apart.I woke with my heart beating too fast.What was that? It looked like a memory rather than a dream.The apartment was dark. For a few seconds I only stared at the ceiling and tried to hold onto the image of the girl. A sister? A twin?. The thought felt both impossible and strangely familiar, like a word I had forgotten how to say. Then my phone lit up on the nightstand, and the dream fell away.Thirty-eight missed calls.What the hell? Who was calling me that much?I sat up so quickly the room tilted. The s

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE: PUTRID MEMORY UNKNOWN POVThe glass in my hand was already half empty when the anger finally spilled over.I sat in the dark office and stared at the muted screen on the wall. Some entertainment channel had shown a short clip. It was nothing important, just a few seconds of a couple leaving a building. She was smiling. Not a big smile. Just enough to show she was happy. The kind of soft, stupid happiness that people wore when they thought the world had finally decided to be kind to them. I hated it. After everything I've thrown her way. And she's happy?How dare she.I drank again and let the burn settle in my chest. The memory flashed to me. We were four years old. That was the last clean memory I had of us together. We were two little girls in the same thin dresses, the same tangled hair, the same way of holding hands when the adults raised their voices. They took her and they left me in that godforsaken place. I still remembered the doorway of that place, the

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN: THE DIVORCE ELEVATOR SERENA'S POVCaspian came back alone. But it was obvious whatever had happened or whatever conversation they had took a toll on him.Damian was gone. And the cafeteria felt smaller without the extra tension of his smile, but the man who sat down across from me was not the same one who had left. Caspian’s eyes were distant and cold and emotionless. He stared at the table, then at the window, then at nothing, he was zoning out and his eyes were very empty. His shoulders stayed tight. He did not reach for his food that he later got or his phone. He did not look at me for a long time. Be just kept staring into nothing.I watched him in silence. My food long forgotten.Something had happened on that rooftop. Whatever Damian said had landed deep enough to pull Caspian’s mind completely away from the hospital, from Lucas, from the half-eaten soup between us. I wanted to ask. I wanted to know if he was alright. I also wanted to talk about the divor

CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE: FOURTEEN YEARS AGOCASPIAN'S POVI sat in the back of the car and stared at nothing.Don’t leave me.The words kept repeating in my head in my own voice. I had said them. In a stopped elevator. Against her mouth. Like a man who had run out of better options. I could still feel the sentence leaving my throat. I could still see the shock on Serena’s face when she asked why she could not divorce and I gave her nothing.I could not believe I had asked her not to leave me.Control had always been the rule. Distance had always been safer. Feeling anything strong enough to turn into a request like that was the kind of weakness Helena had warned me about for years. And yet the moment Serena said she wanted a divorce, the only thing that left my mouth was a plea I had never planned to make.I groaned inwardly as I remember. I can't believe I did that.My mind was so preoccupied with what Damien said and how seeing him brought back memories I'd like to forget.My mind slid