All Chapters of Mr. Billionaire Claims Me Back : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lilian POV That night, my love and I engaged in a dance of love so deep that we slept little. I was willing to give everything to him, and he was willing to give everything to me, so we were compatible. In the end, we were both lying on the bed holding each other, caressing each other's bodies, having intimate conversations that only the two of us understood, and sharing unforgettable moments. So I was the first to fall asleep. But the next morning, the loud sound of the state anthem woke me up. It was 7 a.m. on a Monday and the city hall car was passing through the streets of Rustburg singing the anthem and announcing something over the loudspeaker. “Good heavens, what the hell is this?” Jensen cursed, also being woken up by that sound. “It’s just the city hall’s car. Sometimes they do that to announce something,” I told him, unwinding from him since he and I had been sleeping cuddled together since we fell asleep. "Typical. Old-fashioned and sedentary. These are the things

Lilian POV “Dear citizens of Rustburg,” Jensen said to everyone, his gaze serious and hard, without a hint of compassion. “It's time for you to follow progress, it's time for you to stop this simple, humble life that you lead and let this place blossom into a great metropolis, as the mayor intends to achieve. You will have one month to collect your things, receive your compensation and move from here to another place. That’s an order!” An uproar was heard among the population, people were completely unaware of what was happening. They couldn't understand anything, they couldn't understand who that man was in front of them or why he was saying those things. “What are you talking about? Who are you in the first place to tell us to get out of here?” They shouted at Jansen. The mayor had a mocking laugh. “You people just don’t know Jensen Grimes? What kind of person are you? Don’t you even use the internet to find out what’s happening in the world?” He was making fun of everyone.

Lilian POV Finn's plan brought a breath of hope. The idea of fighting for our little town, Rustburg, gave me a renewed energy that I hadn't felt in a while. In the last few days, despair had taken over me, draining all the strength I had to continue. But now, with the possibility of mobilizing the population and resisting the attack from the mayor and Jensen, something inside me lit up. It was already Monday morning, and the first thing I did was open my flower shop, which, despite the problems, was still my refuge. The air was thick in the city, and there were rumors that some people had already sold their homes and were preparing to leave. Seeing our little town being dismantled little by little was too painful. I knew that if we didn't act soon, Rustburg would be swallowed up by the money and greed of those who only saw figures and profitable land where we saw homes, memories and lives built. As I arranged the flowers on the counter, my mind wandered to what Finn was doing at

Lilian POV When Jensen left, it was like the floor had collapsed beneath my feet. I remained there, standing in the center of the flower shop, my arms crossed as if they could somehow protect me from the emptiness that settled in my chest. The surrounding sounds—the soft tinkling of the bell on the door, the rustle of flowers on the shelves—became distant and muffled, as if the world were leaving me behind. The tears I had been holding back for so long finally escaped, hot and incessant, streaming down my face without any restraint. The loneliness that took over me was suffocating. I sat on one of the wooden benches we kept by the window, my legs too weak to support me. The scent of the surrounding flowers, which had always brought a sense of peace, now seemed cloying, as if reminding me of what I had lost—of Jensen, of recent memories, of the things that could have been. I asked myself, for the thousandth time, what I had done wrong. Was I too harsh? Or maybe too weak? It didn't

Lilian POV Morning light filtered through the curtains, illuminating my room as I woke up. The phone vibrated on the bedside table, breaking the silence of my refuge. I answered the call, and Finn's familiar voice greeted me enthusiastically. "Good morning, Lilian! All ready to start collecting signatures!" He looked so excited that I couldn't help but smile. "Hi, Finn! I'm almost ready. I'm going to get ready and be right out," I replied, feeling a wave of relief upon hearing his warm voice. Finn had this ability to make everything seem better, even when everything around me was in disarray. As soon as I hung up, I quickly got ready, choosing a light blouse and comfortable pants. It was a hot day, and I wanted to feel good as we began our mission. A few minutes later, I heard the familiar sound of Finn's police car pulling up in front of the flower shop. When I left, I found Finn with a big smile on his face, brightening up the sunny day even more. He was in his uniform, but