All Chapters of Billionaire Falls for Prostitute: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Mirabella's pov "Did we... Is he dead?" My eyes shot wide with shock, locking with Jayden's equally panicked gaze. Without a word, he unbuckled his seatbelt and jumped out of the car. I hurried after him, heart pounding as we approached the front. "Shit!" he muttered, his voice strained with panic. He crouched down immediately, pulling the boy toward him. Blood was seeping out fast, staining the floor. "Is he...?" "He's alive," he said suddenly, his face lighting up with relief as he felt for a pulse. "He's alive, Bella!" he repeated, a shaky laugh escaping him. Around us, a crowd had started to gather. Some were filming on their phones, others just standing there, watching like it was a movie. "Are you all seriously just standing there?" Jayden's voice boomed. "Put your damn phones down and help!" His shout echoed through the street, cutting through the murmurs. But no one did. "We should call an ambulance," I said quickly, turning back to the car to grab my p

Jayden's povThe sex with Mirabella last night was thrilling, but a wave of regret kept hitting me afterward. Now, I could not stop questioning if I had made a mistake. Sure, I could blame the alcohol, but was that really a valid excuse? I let out a heavy sigh as I drove to the hospital to check on the boy I had hit last night as Ariana’s words of advice kept echoing in my mind. “I’ll deal with that later,” I muttered to myself, even though I hoped Mirabella would not feel hurt to prevent pulling us back together—exactly what Ariana had warned me against. When I reached the hospital's registration desk, I felt a small wave of relief when the nurse informed me the boy was awake and doing fine. Without wasting a second, I headed straight to his ward. The moment I walked in, our eyes met. He tried to adjust himself in bed but winced, clutching his side. “Take it easy,” I said softly, offering a faint smile as I moved closer. He kept his hand on his ribs, his eyes narrowing in susp

Mirabella's povJayden's voice dropped low. "You probably should have figured it out by now that you were operated on while you were at the club, like so many others in your position."He paused, his eyes fixed on the floor."A tracking chip was implanted in your arm to monitor your movements in case you tried to escape. It’s still there, and it’s how I’ve been able to keep track of you.”The fact that he was finally telling me now... stripping himself bare just like he had been doing of late was the final confirmation I needed that he's now changed and loved me dearly like he had been claiming.Slowly, he raised his gaze, his eyes meeting mine for the first time since he started speaking."You didn’t know, did you?" His voice barely above a whisper.He hesitated, then stepped closer, just two small steps, as if unsure of how close he could get. "I’m sorry for keeping this from you until now," he said, his voice cracking with emotion."I—""It’s okay," I said, cutting him off gently

Mirabella's povThere was nothing more I had prayed for than to find a home—an actual home where love did not feel like a transaction or a weapon. Now, I had it. Jayden, our adopted son Lucas, and Eunice had become my everything. For the first time in my chaotic life, I felt like I belonged somewhere.The room buzzed with warmth as I sat in Lucy and Caesar’s luxurious living room, gushing about my life with Jayden. I spoke with a wide grin, my hands animated as I described Jayden's hilarious antics and his sudden obsession with baking cookies for me. But something was off. Her silence had been gnawing at me for minutes. She usually had this infectious energy that lit up every conversation, but now, she sat stiffly, her hands clutching the hem of her dress like it was the only thing holding her together. Her face was swollen, bruised, and far too quiet. My words faltered mid-sentence, the grin melting from my face. “Lucy, what happened to your face?” I asked.Her eyes darted away

Mirabella's povI woke up to the soft golden glow of sunlight spilling through the blinds, warming and painting stripes of warmth across my skin.My body instinctively craved a stretch to shake off the remnants of sleep, but just as I began to move, a voice cut through the stillness. “Stop.” It was sharp, yet calm, and it made me freeze mid-motion. Slowly, I turned my head toward the voice, my gaze landing on Jayden.There he was, perched on a stool by the window, a streak of sunlight catching in the messy strands of his hair. A faint smile curved his lips, but his eyes were sharp, focused on the canvas before him. In one hand, he held a brush, dappled with shades of vibrant color, and his other rested lightly on the edge of the easel. The brush danced effortlessly over the canvas, his wrist flicking with confident precision.“Don’t. Move,” he repeated, softer this time, his smile widening ever so slightly.“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, my voice groggy with sleep. H