All Chapters of The Disabled Billionaire Is Obsessed With Me : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Eve Was I even alive? Or was I already dead? I closed my eyes, the faint sound of water dripping into a puddle fading into the background. My breathing slowed, everything drowning into silence. Then I heard the door creak open. I didn’t move. I didn’t even open my eyes. It was probably one of the nuns checking if I was dead yet. They came every now and then, their footsteps echoing as they peered into the room with disgust before slamming the door shut again. But then, I heard a voice. A voice that didn’t belong to Mother Victoria or any of the other nuns I hated. “Eve?” The sound was soft, warm, like sunlight peeking through heavy storm clouds. It can’t be. My body twitched slightly, but I still didn’t open my eyes. Maybe it was a trick. “Eve?” the voice called again, closer this time, trembling with urgency. Ava. It was Ava. My fingers twitched, and I began to open my eyes when I heard another voice, sharp and cold. “Ava,” Mother Victoria said, he

Eve “I’m afraid you can’t do that, Miss Eve,” “What?” I frowned, my heart sinking at his words. Catherine turned to him, her brows furrowed in confusion and disbelief. “What do you mean she can’t do that?” The lawyer stepped further into the room, his shoes clicking softly against the floor. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but you can’t sign it if you intend to use the money for Mother Ava’s treatment. The will cannot be used that way.” I held my head, frustration bubbling to the surface. What the hell is he saying? I can’t use the will? If I can’t use the will, how am I supposed to pay for Ava’s surgery? I turned to the lawyer, my legs trembling beneath me. I could barely keep myself upright, but I forced the words out. “What do you mean? The will is under my name—I can use it however I want,” The lawyer sighed, “What you said is true, the will is under your name, Miss Eve. You can do whatever you want with it. However…my client, Mother Ava, made it explicitly clea

Theodore I leaned my head against the cold window, my mind was a complete mess. No matter how hard I tried to focus on something else, my thoughts always circled back to him. Xander. That asshole. I went to his mansion, and as usual, it had been a frustrating visit. After hearing about another attempt on his life a few days ago, I didn’t waste any time. I did my best to tighten the security around him, but it didn’t matter. Nothing ever mattered with him. All I got in return was his cold, detached attitude. Even after all these years, no matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried, it seemed like Xander would never trust me again. He would never treat me as a friend again. I ran a hand through my hair, sighing heavily. But I couldn’t let go. I couldn’t just walk away and leave him alone. We had too much history, too many memories. Once upon a time, he was like a brother to me. Even now, despite the walls he’d built around himself, I couldn’t bring myself to stop c

Xander When I opened my eyes, everything was dark. The kind of darkness that felt suffocating, like it could swallow me whole. I strained to see through it, blinking a few times to adjust my vision. Nothing. Just pitch blackness. Instinctively, I moved forward, my feet touching solid ground. I froze. My breath caught as I looked down. I… I walked. I moved my foot again, testing it. My legs—my legs moved. I was standing. I was walking. The realization hit me like a freight train. For a moment, I was stunned, paralyzed by the sheer impossibility of it. I tried to think, to process what was happening, but before I could even begin to wrap my head around it, everything changed. The suffocating darkness disappeared, and I was suddenly in a car. In the passenger seat. I blinked, disoriented. The hum of the engine filled my ears, and my hands instinctively gripped the seat. What was this? Where was I? “Xander,” a voice said softly. That voice. My heart stopped, and my

Xander From my twenty-seven years on this earth, I’ve learned one undeniable truth: nothing ever goes as planned. Nothing ever goes the way you want it to. And right now, as I looked at the woman sitting on my lap, that lesson was ringing louder than ever. This wasn’t part of the plan. None of it. I hadn’t expected to see her so soon. After all, our wedding wasn’t until next week—a wedding neither of us probably wanted. A contract signed in blood, paper-thin obligations tying two people together for the sake of something neither of us cared about. And yet, here she was. In my house. On my lap. Looking at me with those eyes. God, those eyes. I clenched my jaw, my fingers tightening slightly against her waist as I forced my gaze to stay on hers. I wasn’t a fool. I knew the moment I saw her that night that something had shifted inside me. I’d felt it. A pull I didn’t want. A desire I couldn’t control. And now? Now it was worse. Because she was here, so close that her scent