All Chapters of Billions and Tears: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

     Rose's phone rang and then stopped abruptly, startling her. She couldn't help but feel a growing unease in her eyes, becoming even more worried when the call abruptly ended. The fear of the unknown weighed heavier on her mind than whatever the caller had intended to say. She knew deep down that he would inquire about her whereabouts, questioning if she had finally arrived at the mansion. Sebastian's lack of concern had been evident thus far, hardly ever reaching out to her. However, this sudden call indicated a heightened level of involvement in her life, albeit for all the wrong reasons. The vibration began again, causing Rose's unease to grow. She fixed her gaze on the phone resting on the table, contemplating the situation before her. Emily, sensing Rose's hesitation, urged her to answer the call. "Pick up the phone, Rose," she said softly, offering her support. "How bad could it be? Just l

  Take care," Emily cautioned as they exited the door. Rose nodded, a sigh escaping her lips. "You too," she replied, releasing Emily's hand. She made her way toward the waiting limo. Sebastian's words didn't surprise her anymore, but it was the gradual revelation of his true nature that unsettled her the most. As the call ended just before she and Emily stepped outside, Rose couldn't shake off the memory of the expression on Emily's face—the fear in her eyes. Emily didn't know Sebastian well, but based on what Rose had shared, he was a wealthy and attractive monster, a true menace."I'm sorry, Em," Rose had  whispered through her tears, her voice filled with remorse. "I shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have brought you into this mess." Her sobs were muffled, choked back to silence, as Emily gently placed her hand on Rose's trembling back. In that moment of vulnerability, Rose felt the weight of her decisions and the consequences the

   What do you mean, Sebastian?" Rose questioned, her voice quivering with a mix of uncertainty and fear. She remained bent before him, her vulnerability exposed as he continued to caress her chin with his hands. The touch, juxtaposed with the intensity of the moment, sent shivers down her spine. Sebastian's gaze bore into hers, his eyes holding a peculiar glimmer that she struggled to decipher. His response came, oddly calm yet laced with an enigmatic undertone. "It's a simple question, Rose. Do you love me... yet?" His words hung in the air, pregnant with unspoken implications. Confusion coursed through Rose's veins. Why had he hesitated before uttering that single word—yet? It carried a weight of expectation, as if he anticipated a transformation within her, a shift in her emotions that would align with his desires. The implication unsettled her, a nagging voice warning her of the hidden agenda

      As Emily slowly regained consciousness, her surroundings came into focus. Blinking against the haze of confusion, she found herself lying on the floor of her own sitting room. The disorientation weighed upon her, leaving her grappling with fragmented memories and a lingering sense of unease. Struggling to piece together the events that led to her current state, Emily's mind raced in search of answers. The last thing she remembered was clearing the table, her phone ringing, and investigating strange sounds within the house. Beyond that, a hazy void filled her memory, leaving her with a profound sense of disconnection from reality. Beneath her palms, the coolness of the floor grounded Emily, offering a semblance of stability amidst the sea of her thoughts. With a deep breath, she attempted to rise, only to find her limbs weak and unsteady. The realization of he

     Sebastian sank onto the edge of his bed, his breaths coming in labored gasps. With a forceful tug, he tore off the bandage wrapped tightly around his arm, revealing a fresh wound that began to bleed anew. Yet, the physical pain paled in comparison to the turmoil raging within him. His hands trembled as he reached for his phone, fingers fumbling against the screen. The number that had called him moments ago remained unanswered, the call not even reaching voicemail. Frustration etched deep lines on his forehead as he pressed his temple, attempting to soothe the headache that threatened to consume him. The pain from his injury intensified, a reminder of the vulnerability he tried to conceal. Blood seeped through the fabric of his shirt, staining it with a chaotic pattern of small and large crimson dots. The visual reminder of his own mortality mingled with the storm of emotio