บททั้งหมดของ The billionaire Tyrant: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Emma’s footsteps echoed through the empty streets as she walked, her mind a chaotic whirlwind of emotions. The anger, the grief, the disbelief—it all blended together, creating a storm inside her chest that threatened to choke her. She had left everything behind in Isabella's apartment, her heart shattered, her trust demolished..She had no destination in mind. She just needed to get away. She needed to breathe. But as she walked through the quiet streets, the familiar buildings around her seemed foreign, as though the city itself had changed in her absence. The world she had known, the world where she trusted people, was now a distant memory. All that remained was a harsh reality, one she could no longer ignore.Her thoughts turned to her mother. After everything that had happened, she needed to talk to her. She had to explain what she’d discovered, the lies and the betrayal. Her mother would understand. Emma clung to that hope, knowing that her mother had always been her anchor, the

The revelation about Leo and Isabella gnawing at her, the betrayal clawing its way deeper into her heart. She needed air, she needed clarity—but most of all, she needed solace.She stepped outside, the crisp night air stinging her cheeks and she wrapped her arms around herself, fighting the chill and the emptiness that had settled deep in her chest.Her phone buzzed in her pocket, pulling her out of her spiral of thoughts. She glanced at the screen and saw Thomas’s name glowing softly against the darkness. For a moment, she hesitated. She didn’t want to burden him with the storm she was carrying, but at the same time, she couldn’t bear the thought of being alone with it any longer. Taking a steadying breath, she answered.“Thomas,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.“Emma,” his voice was warm, concerned, a lifeline in the chaos. “I’ve been worried. Since that day I left. “Are you okay?”She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat making it difficult to speak. “No,” she admitt

The days that followed Emma’s confession to Thomas were calmer than she expected. She had braced herself for an emotional backlash, a storm of vulnerability that might have made her retreat into the shell she’d lived in for so long. But the storm never came. Instead, Emma found herself feeling lighter, more grounded, like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.Thomas had become her anchor in a sea of uncertainty. He hadn’t pushed her to heal faster than she was ready for or demanded explanations she wasn’t ready to give. Instead, he showed up. Every day. Whether it was through a reassuring text in the morning or an evening spent walking in the park, Thomas made his presence felt in ways that didn’t overwhelm her.For Emma, this was new territory. Her life had been so tightly wound with pain and betrayal that trusting someone felt foreign. But Thomas was patient, his steadiness giving her the space to begin rebuilding herself.******Late one evening, after they had shared a quiet

The air in the bar was warm, charged with the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses. Neon lights cast soft glows of red and blue over the patrons, giving the place a dreamy yet intimate feel. Emma hesitated in the doorway, her fingers tightening on Thomas’s arm. “Are you sure about this?” she asked, her voice nearly drowned out by the upbeat music playing in the background. Thomas glanced down at her, a reassuring smile touching his lips. “You need to cool off, Emma. You’ve been running on stress and nerves for days. Let’s just sit, enjoy a drink, and forget about everything else for a little while.” She nodded, though her shoulders remained tense. “Okay. But if it gets too much...” “We’ll leave,” he promised, placing his hand lightly over hers. The two found a corner booth, enough to feel comfortable yet close enough to the bar where she could scan the room. Thomas flagged down a waiter and ordered two drinks a whiskey for himself and a glass of white wine for her.

The soft hum of Thomas’s apartment filled the air as Emma stepped inside, the warmth of the space instantly embracing her.“Make yourself comfortable,” Thomas said, gesturing toward the couch. He carried a steaming mug of tea, setting it on the coffee table before retreating to the kitchen to grab his own. Emma sank into the cushions, letting her gaze wander over the framed photos on the walls and the shelves lined with books. A faint smile tugged at her lips at the sight of a battered globe perched on a corner table, its surface marked with notes and tiny flags. Thomas had always been an explorer, and his home was a testament to that spirit. When he returned, his eyes softened as he took in her thoughtful expression. “What’s on your mind?” he asked, sitting beside her and leaning forward, his hands cradling his mug. Emma sighed, pulling her knees up to her chest. “It’s been a long day.” He gave her a knowing look, waiting for her to elaborate. She hesitated, the memory of L