Все главы Dangerous Love by a Billion: Глава 41 - Глава 50

The studio lights blazed which casting a crisp glow against the pristine white backdrop. Photographers and assistants moved swiftly, adjusting cameras and perfecting the lighting.Lena was in her element. She posed effortlessly, her radiant smile never faltering. She twirled, laughed and reached for Max’s hand at every opportunity, ensuring the cameras captured them as the picture perfect couple.Max, on the other hand, stood stiffly beside her. His jaw was tight, his hands in his pockets between shots. When the photographer told them to get closer, Lena eagerly wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder."Smile, Max," she whispered sweetly, tilting her head up at him.He forced a small smirk, but his eyes were cold and empty.The cameras clicked."Perfect!" the photographer called out. "You two look amazing together!"Lena giggled and adjusted her dress before leaning into Max again. "I told you this would be fun!" she said, running a hand down his chest.Max

Max burst through the hospital doors, his breath was heavy as his entire body was covered in Naomi’s blood. His eyes were wide with panic as he shouted, "Doctor! Somebody help!" His voice echoed through the halls.Doctors and nurses rushed toward him, but he couldn’t wait....he carried Naomi straight inside with trembling arms. "She’s losing too much blood! Do something!" he demanded..A nurse tried to take Naomi from him, but he wouldn’t let go. His grip tightened as if he could hold onto her life himself. "Sir, please, let us handle this!" a doctor insisted.Max hesitated, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He finally laid her on the stretcher, watching as they wheeled her away. His hands, stained red, hung in the air before he clenched them into fists. His legs felt weak, his vision blurred, but he forced himself to stay standing."Please… save her," he whispered, his voice barely audible.Just then, the doors to the emergency room slammed shut in front of him, leaving him standing

Max stepped out of the car, his body heavy with exhaustion. His tie was loosened, his shirt slightly wrinkled, but none of it mattered. His mind was elsewhere.As he walked toward the door, his foot hit something small. A faint glint caught his eye. He frowned and knelt down to see what it was. His fingers brushed over the dirt, and then he saw it. It was a ring and it looked familiar...His breath caught.Slowly, he picked it up, his hands trembled as he wiped off the dust. The moment his fingers closed around it, a memory crashed into him."Will you marry me again?"Kristen’s voice, her hesitant smile, the way she looked at him that night.....it all came rushing back.“Kristen…” he whispered, his eyes scanning the empty space around him. His chest tightened. He turned in circles, gripping the ring tighter.“Kristen!” he called out again. But there was no answer. Just silence.He exhaled sharply as he pressed the ring to his chest.Max rushed inside, still holding onto the ring tight

Max walked slowly toward the altar, his steps heavy and his face serious. He adjusted his clip as he moved, and every step was measured.Lena, who was seated on the altar side, suddenly stood up when she heard the murmurs.When she turned, she saw Max approaching, and a small grin crossed her face. I knew you were definitely going to show your face, she thought.Max reached her side, and without a moment's hesitation, Lena rushed forward and hugged him. Her hands slipped under his shirt as she clutched him tightly."I’m sorry for being late," he muttered as he gently parted her hair.Max then turned to the gathered guests and apologized.The atmosphere held its breath, Every eye watched as the tension gradually dissolved into a delicate moment of forgiveness.…....Now, everything moved along like nothing had happened.Next clipLena’s dad stood beside her, adjusting himself with a proud smile. “Shall we?” he asked softly, offering his arm.Lena, her face glowing beneath the laced vei

“Oh my, I need to make sure I look good there, at least,” Lena said, pacing back and forth in her closet. She held up an outfit in front of her, still on the hanger.“Hmm, no… this looks overdressed,” she muttered as she tossed it to the floor.“This one’s too tight.” Another outfit joined the pile.Then her eyes lit up.“Perfect. This one’s comfy... and great for the hospital. At least I’ll get a better angle if the media shows up,” she smiled, satisfied, and rushed into the washroom to change.….………..He walked into one of the hospital’s private rooms reserved for family. He quietly shut the door behind him.His shoulders sagged as though the weight of the world was pressing down on him.With trembling hands, he removed his glasses and set them on the side table.His eyes, heavy and clouded with thoughts, stared into nothing.He took slow steps toward the chair in the corner and sank into it, exhaling deeply as his body finally gave in.He leaned back as he rested his head against th