All Chapters of Forced To The Billionaire: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The night air is crisp, wrapping around me like a second skin as I stand on the porch, watching the vineyard stretch out under the moonlight. The scent of lavender and damp earth clings to the wind, mixing with the faint sound of laughter drifting from inside the house. For the first time in a long time, I let myself breathe. Levi is beside me, his bourbon glass empty now, his fingers tracing idle patterns along the railing. He hasn’t spoken in the last few minutes, but he doesn’t have to. There’s an understanding between us, one built on blood, war, and something deeper neither of us have dared to name. Still, my mind refuses to settle. Matteo isn’t done. We might have burned his empire, but men like him don’t fall that easily. The thought gnaws at me, sharp and unrelenting. I should go inside. Should try to enjoy this brief moment of peace. But my instincts won’t let me. And judging by the tension in Levi’s jaw, his won’t either. Finally, I exhale. “We should move

The weight of the news article lingers even after Theo sets the phone down. Levi stares at it, his fingers tapping once against the table before stilling. His expression gives nothing away, but I can see the gears turning in his mind. He isn’t shocked. He isn’t rattled. He’s already thinking ahead, already shifting pieces into place before the dust has even settled. Theo rubs a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. "The second this spreads, every one of your enemies is going to start crawling out of whatever hole they’ve been hiding in. Matteo might be dead, but Livia—" "Is worse," Levi finishes, his voice low and controlled. That word doesn’t even begin to cover it. Livia isn’t just another enemy. She’s a different kind of threat. The kind that waits, that slithers into the cracks you don’t even realize exist, the kind that lets you think you’re winning before she strikes. She won’t come at us guns blazing. She’ll make us tear ourselves apart first. "We need to get ahead of

I don’t know how long I sit in the bathroom. Time stops meaning anything after the first five minutes. I just stare at the test in my hand, at the two pink lines that feel like a death sentence. My mind is blank and racing at the same time, a thousand different thoughts colliding, none of them making sense. This isn’t happening. I check the instructions on the box again. I read every word three times, as if the meaning will change, as if I’ve misread something. But no matter how many times I look, the answer stays the same. Pregnant. I press a hand to my stomach, my fingers trembling. There’s nothing there yet, nothing I can feel, but I know the truth. Something is growing inside me. Someone. My breath shudders out of me, too fast, too shallow. I drop the test onto the counter and brace myself against the sink, gripping the edges so tightly my knuckles turn white. My heart pounds like it’s trying to escape my ribs, my vision blurs at the edges. I need air. I stagge

The silence stretches between us, thick and suffocating. I can feel their eyes on me, waiting for confirmation, for denial, for something. But my throat is dry, and my heart is pounding too hard to form words. My mother is the first to move. She reaches forward slightly, hesitates, then pulls her hand back as if she isn’t sure she’s allowed to touch me. Her gaze flickers from my face to where my hand rests against my stomach, and then back again. “Eliana…” she says again, softer this time. I force myself to look at her. My father is quiet, his expression unreadable, but there’s something sharp in his eyes, something calculating. A part of me wonders what he’s thinking. If he sees this as weakness. If he sees me as vulnerable. I grit my teeth. I won’t let him. Levi’s presence is solid beside me, grounding. I feel the slight shift of his posture, the way his fingers flex against his knee, ready to step in if needed. But he doesn’t speak. He lets me handle this. I take a sl

It’d been hour but I could see Levi was still affected.Levi paced the room, his movements sharp and restless. His fists were clenched at his sides, his entire body tense with barely restrained fury. The air between us was thick, heavy with everything he was not saying. I had seen Levi angry before. I had seen him furious, dangerous, unrelenting. But this was something different. It was not just anger. It was fear. "Say something," I finally said, my voice steady despite the tension clawing at my chest. He stopped pacing and turned to me, his jaw tight. "You killed him." I lifted my chin. "Yes." His eyes flickered with something I could not quite name. He exhaled, slow and controlled, like he was forcing himself to stay calm. "You could have been the one on the floor, bleeding out." "But I am not." "That is not the point." I huffed out a bitter laugh. "It is exactly the point." Levi stalked toward me, stopping just close enough that I could see the storm raging in hi