All Chapters of Forced To The Billionaire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The warehouse smells like something forgotten, a mixture of rust, concrete, and old memories. The walls, scarred and chipped, are the last remnants of a place that once held purpose. Now, it feels hollow. As though the structure itself is alive with expectation, waiting for something to happen, every creak and moan causes the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on edge. My steps are measured. Aim for a moderate speed. Every motion is measured, and every sound is taken into consideration. I feel as though the shadows are closing in on me, silently listening to every breath I take. As I move more into the huge emptiness, I can feel the eerie silence and the predatory vibes in the air. I calm myself as I stop by a pile of old crates, the dust heavy in the air. Too loud and too exposed, my breath fills the room. My instincts tell me to go back, I need to see this through, even if it kills me.And then I hear it.A soft chuckle. Low and deliberate, like she’s been waiting for me all alon

Before Levi's estate, the SUV screams to a stop. It's a fortress with tall iron gates, closely spaced guards, and cameras covering the entire site. However, none of it seems sufficient. Not after tonight's events. Even though the house's lights shine brightly, I'm uneasy as I venture outside into the chilly night air. As we pass through the main doors, Levi and I walk in unison, our stress evident but temporarily put on hold.Inside, Levi motions for his team to follow him. His head of security, Mateo, appears in seconds, clipboard in hand, his face a mixture of tension and frustration.“Report,” Levi barks.“Nothing significant on the perimeter, but the encrypted message came through one of our private servers. Someone’s in our system,” Mateo says grimly. “We’re tracing it, but whoever it is knows how to cover their tracks.”“They always do,” Levi mutters. He rubs his jaw, frustration seeping into every movement. “Double the encryption protocols. I want every outgoing and incoming co

The ledger burns a hole in my bag the entire ride home. It feels alive and pulsating with secrets I'm not yet ready to face, and the weight is more than just physical. I can barely breathe by the time I arrive into the driveway since every mile near the estate feels like a countdown to some unavoidable explosion. With wary yet unimpressed glances, the guards gesture me through.They’ve been on edge since the assassination attempt, their ranks tightened, protocols stricter. Levi’s orders, no doubt. He’s paranoid now, but then again, so am I. The house is quiet, save for the low hum of the security system. I slip through the hallways like a ghost, my footsteps muffled by the thick rugs. The ledger feels impossibly heavy in my hands as I make my way to the study. I lock the door behind me and sit at the desk, the dim light casting shadows across the cracked leather cover. I flip it open. It’s worse than I imagined.The entries are detailed, meticulous. Dates. Amounts. Recipients. My moth

The world around me slows down as the explosion occurs. The distant yells of Levi's security crew are drowned out by the ringing in my ears. The air is heavy and oppressive with smoke and dust, but all I can think about is *Levi.* I shout his name as I get to my feet, my legs shaking under me. "Levi!" No solution exists. The scene in front of me is one of destruction and fire licking at the broken remnants of the estate, with wreckage strewn about like discarded toys. A monument to our arrogance, the site that once served as a stronghold is now in ruins. I ignore the pain in my limbs and the blood streaming down my face as I stagger through the debris. "Levi!" My voice breaks as I scream once again. With each second that goes by, my chest gets tighter.I search desperately, throwing broken furniture and chunks of stone aside with shaking hands. My mind races with possibilities, each one worse than the last. What if he’s gone? What if I never get the chance to tell him— I shove the t

We took our time. For once, there was no sense of urgency, no struggle for control or supremacy. It was intentional, sluggish, and time-consuming. As though he were worried that I could break beneath his care, his hands went over me with caution and reverence. Although I had never been fragile, the way he handled me gave me the impression that I was something that needed to be protected. The barriers I had spent years erecting were dismantled by each touch of his fingers and each utterance of my name. I had kept my distance from him because I believed that was the only way to live, but now I wasn't so sure. His lips lightly touched my temple as he whispered, "Tell me what you're thinking." My breath caught in my throat as I hesitated. "I guess I'm sick and weary of being scared,” I admitted, the words barely audible. His hand slid to the small of my back, pulling me closer. “You don’t have to be scared anymore, Eliana. Whatever comes next, we’ll face it together.” It was a prom