All Chapters of The Disabled Billionaire Is Obsessed With Me : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Rosa I leaned back on the plastic chair outside the convenience store, whistling a soft tune, legs crossed lazily as I spun my phone between my fingers. In my other hand, a strawberry-flavored lollipop rested against my lips, the sweet taste lingering as I watched cars pass by with mild interest. The morning air was warm, and for a moment, I just sat there, soaking it all in. Then, as if a thought had just occurred to me, I ran a hand through my short, unruly hair and smirked. That man. His expression back in the car. The shock, the way his face almost fluttered before he shut it down with that signature indifference. I chuckled in amusement. Xander… He hasn’t changed at all—still the same attractive, brooding, and serious man he always was. I popped the lollipop back into my mouth, letting it click against my teeth when a voice said, "Excuse me, miss…" I looked up. Two boys stood there, shifting awkwardly in their school uniforms. High schoolers. I let my gaze run over the

Rosa "Shit, Rosa, don’t you dare—" I hung up before Asher could finish. Turning sharply, I bolted toward the direction of where the person was standing. And I was right. A figure spun on their heels and ran. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black gloves and a nose mask— looking completely suspicious. The uneven ground of the graveyard made chasing him a pain, but I wasn’t about to let him escape. I dodged a few tombstones, nearly tripping over one, and called out, "Aren’t you tired of running? I just want to have a conversation! My legs are hurting, you know!" He didn’t look back; he just kept running. "This shithead," I muttered under my breath. Spotting a decent-sized stone on the ground, I grabbed it mid-run and hurled it at him with everything I had. It hit him square on the back, but it didn't do any damage, because he didn’t even flinch. "Is his head made of steel?" I huffed, pushing myself to run faster. He was leading me toward a more secluded part of the graveyard,

Asher “Ava might have been murdered.” I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, Rosa’s words circling in my head. “So, you think her death might not have been an accident?” I asked, pulling away from the graveyard. Beside me, Rosa had her eyes closed, like she was trying to piece something together. She hummed in response before finally opening them. “That day, her body looked different.” I glanced at her. “Different? In what way?” She shrugged. “It’s hard to explain. I didn’t think too much about it back then, but seeing how things are now, I can’t shake the feeling. What if Ava’s death wasn’t an accident? What if there’s something more, something we missed?” I raised an eyebrow. “So, you’re saying there might be a killer… and that killer might be the same person who just finished cleaning the grave?” She nodded, indifferent, as if just stating a fact. But I knew better. Rosa rarely showed her emotions—always guarded, always hiding behind smiles and jokes. It was rare to s

Xander I glanced down at the file resting on my lap.Rosa Green.The world’s favorite doctor. A medical prodigy.The file listed achievement after achievement—diseases cured, lives saved, impossible cases turned into miracles. She wasn’t just respected. She was worshipped. Doctors twice her age would bow at her feet for a chance to work beside her.She had treated the Italian president when he was shot, since then, the entire country had her back. Even the Pope owed her his life after she saved his leg—he called her a miracle sent by God to help humanity.She was basically untouchable.I tapped my fingers against the leather seat, my gaze locked on her photo. But that wasn’t what caught my attention the most.She looked... familiar.I frowned, the memory nagging at me. Had I seen her recently? Then, a thought struck me.I scoffed. No. That’s impossible.The reckless woman from yesterday—the one who barged into my car like she owned it, who had the audacity to claim I liked her, that

Third person pov Fourteen Years Ago – Italy Xander rarely traveled. Not because he couldn’t, he never let his disability define him, but because there were few things in this world that required his presence. This business trip, however, was unavoidable. His company was expanding, and certain negotiations had to be handled personally. As the sleek black car moved through the dimly lit streets of Italy, Luke, who sat in the front passenger seat, kept glancing at the rearview mirror, his brows furrowed in concern. “Are you sure about this, sir?” he asked, his voice tight. Xander, sitting in the backseat, barely spared him a glance. “Sure about what?” Luke exhaled, gripping the armrest. “Being here, sir. What if something happens? We are not in America.” Xander finally looked up, his sharp blue eyes meeting Luke’s in the mirror. “So you’re saying my influence doesn’t reach here? That I might get killed?” Luke stiffened. That was exactly what he was saying, but he wouldn't