All Chapters of The Billionaire's Runaway Country Girl : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Jules Pov:The world spun like it was stuck in orbit, and Adam's words echoed in my skull, bouncing around until they took root and grew thorns.He never loved me.I felt the tears swelling behind my eyes, hot and thick, threatening to break through. My body trembled, a denial written in every shudder. This couldn't be real, this couldn't be happening."You don't mean that, Adam," I whispered, my voice cracking like glass under pressure. "We can fix this. We just need to talk."But his eyes, those eyes that once held me together, now burned cold, distant. "There's nothing to fix, Jules. I never loved you. You were just a game, a way to escape my own life." His grip tightened on my shoulders, his fingers digging in, anger becoming something tangible, something sharp and cutting."No," I gasped, feeling the word twist in my throat, desperate. "We've had so many moments, so many laughs... we can't just throw it all away." My voice rose, clinging to the remnants of our shattered love like

Jules' POV The dashboard clock pulsed crimson in the dark, its digits stubbornly flicking towards midnight. The road stretched before me, a black ribbon winding through the emptiness, just a few miles short of Nana's farm. I pulled over, my hands trembling on the steering wheel, the engine's hum falling silent. For a moment, I sat there, eyes wet with a sadness that blurred the headlights into soft, glowing halos. Nana's questions would pierce me, gentle as they might seem. I couldn't bear them—not now, not with everything I'd lost.I didn't choose to move. My body simply rose from the driver's seat, as if it had a memory of its own, a rhythm I no longer controlled. The fields called to me. The same fields where Adam and I had kissed for the first time—back when the world felt weightless, back when his hand in mine seemed to make everything glow. The air, thick with night, greeted me with a kind of emptiness I hadn't anticipated. It was louder than the quiet itself, like the earth had

Jules' POV The room was draped in the gentle glow of late afternoon, the kind of light that makes the dust motes linger in the air, suspended like tiny worlds of their own. I hadn’t realized how still I’d been standing, how long I had been watching him, until his voice cut through the silence like a stone thrown into still water."Are you going to just stand there and stare at me?"I snapped back, feeling the rush of heat crawl up my neck. My cheeks betrayed me, flushing crimson. I was caught—there was no way to deny it. But, really, how could anyone not look? His form seemed to have been carved by hands that knew how to shape desire. Every inch of him held the kind of beauty you didn't turn away from, even if it meant being found out."Yeah," I muttered, twisting a lock of hair around my finger, a childish habit that always betrayed my nervousness. I perched on the old couch near the barn window, pretending it was the view outside that had held my gaze. The worn leather felt cool ben

The thunder rumbled low in the distance, a heavy drumroll that shook the windows and the walls, rattling the thin panes of glass in their frames. Rain lashed against the house like a thousand tiny fists, and the room was filled with the steady hiss of water meeting earth. I watched Adam talk to Nana, his voice low, almost lost in the sounds of the storm. He stood close to her, leaning in with a kind of reverence, the way someone might lean toward a delicate flower, afraid it might wilt if they got too close. He was good at that—making himself seem small when he wanted to, humble even, and I hated how much I liked that about him.I tossed the last log onto the fire, the wood crackling as the flames licked hungrily around it. Nana turned to me, a cup of cocoa in her hands, her smile soft in the glow of the firelight. "Oh, I do love a warm fire on nights like these," she said, her voice calm, timeless. Her words seemed to fill the room, pushing back against the sound of the rain, making e