All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Pawn : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Arabella's P.O.V"You’re awake," he says, closing the balcony door behind him.I blinked and sat up. "Oh, yeah," I replied, realizing I must have fallen asleep after about three rounds of sex. I stretched my arms and legs, which felt a bit stiff. He smiled. "Since you’re rested, how about we go to my friend's pub, the NightHawk?""Your friend?" I asked, never heard him talk about a friend"Yes, a very good friend of mine," he said. "I've known him for ages. He laughed, tossing his finger in his hair, "It might sound crazy, but the first time we met, we threw blows at each other" “One minute we were fighting, and the next, we were best friends. He’s been there for me through the tough times of my life. I am sure you'll like him. He always has a smirk on his face but deep down he has been through a lot” he said, I noticed a change of expression on his face.“ He is sure a crazy dude, willing to help others but he doesn't let others help him, he has been through shit,” he said, as he

Arabella's POV I laid on my. bed, tossing and turning around trying to forget everything but I was unable to forget his words. Each time I moved, Williams' words echoed louder in my mind, bringing fresh tears. My heart felt like it was being ripped apart, over and over again and each time it was ripped apart it stinged more, the pain was too much to bear. It had been five good years that had passed since my brother died, and when I had just thought I had finally found a way to live with it, to live with this guilt. But now, Williams' accusations had to ruin the efforts I had put in to live with this guilt, it had opened wounds again."You bloody murderer." Those three words played over and over in my mind, stinging each time it echoed in my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about what Williams said. He blamed me for my brother's death. He said I killed Ryder. I had blamed myself so many times for his death, so many times that I was the reason he never got to enjoy the life he fought

Arabella POVAs I watched Asher drive I was unable to stop myself from staring at him. I tried to stare away from him. My emotions were all messed up, and I couldn’t make it stop, for what had just happened kept me in awe. But one thing was clear: I love him, I love you, Asher. The words echoed in my mind, unspoken but powerful. He had just fought up for me in a way that no one ever had. My heart swelled with something close to admiration. He is my hero I thought, feeling a strange mix of awe and gratitude.His last words played in my head, making my heart race. This feels like something out of a high school romance. I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to steady the wild thumping beneath my ribs. Calm down, Arabella. He’s just Asher. Your Asher.He glanced over at me, and I felt my heart pause for a moment. Why is he having this effect on me? I tried to stop myself from staring by focusing on anything else, but my gaze kept drifting back to him. Stop staring, he’ll notice"You’ve be

Arabella's POVIt had been ten minutes since Asher left. I glanced at my watch again, my fingers tapping impatiently against the table. Where was he? I couldn’t shake off the unceasing feeling that had crept in since the moment he walked out. His reaction wasn’t what I expected. He neither seemed thrilled, nor even happy, about the fact that he was going to be a father. His reaction was one that I had never expected. I couldn't tell how he was feeling about the news but I know he was indifferent about what I told him. He tried to hide it, but his legs had given him away, shaking under the table, thudding against the wood with every nervous twitch anytime he moved his body.Was I reading too much into this? Maybe I was overthinking it. Maybe becoming a father would be a shock to anyone, right? I could vividly remember the day I found out I was pregnant. I might have been just as stunned as he was but It was all a feeling of happiness. Maybe that’s all it was for him—shock. But no... th

Arabella’s POVAs the driver drove home, the drive was so silent, that kind of silence that makes you very nervous and uncomfortable. I pressed my body against the window, as I tried distracting my thoughts by watching the blurred lights of the city. But it was of no help, as the whole time, I couldn’t stop thinking about Asher. I held my phone tightly, staring at his name on the screen. My thumb hovered over it, I wanted to know where he was, that if he didn't want to be a father that badly I could ter…mi.. Nate, the baby.But I didn’t, though. I couldn’t. Why did I even want to call him? What would I say? Would he even answer? I shook my head, as if doing that would push the thoughts away, but the thoughts and the doubts were still there. The car’s soft and the bump of the road beneath the tires only made it worse. My mind wouldn’t stop racing. I stared at my phone again. Should I just call? Would it make things easier, or would it make them worse? My hand hovered, indecisive. I