All Chapters of Forced To The Billionaire: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

For the first time in a long time, I was certain about something. Levi. He’d been my anchor in a sea of chaos, my one constant when everything else was falling apart. Trusting him had always felt like walking a tightrope over an abyss, but now…now it felt like solid ground. As I left the room, his words still ringing in my ears, I turned back. He stood there, silhouetted against the dim light, his jaw tight, his fists still clenched. He looked like a man fighting a war on too many fronts, but when his eyes met mine, there was no hesitation, no doubt. “Levi,” I said softly. He raised an eyebrow, waiting. “I’ll come back,” I promised, stepping closer. “But I need you to know I don’t think I can do this without you.” His expression softened, the tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction. “You don’t have to,” he said, his voice low and steady. “I’m not going anywhere, Eliana. Not now, not ever.” The words struck something deep inside me. I crossed the space between us an

The drive back to the estate was quieter, but the tension between us had eased. I felt lighter somehow, like I’d finally let go of a weight I hadn’t even realized I’d been carrying. As we pulled up to the gates, one of Levi’s men ran out to meet us, his face pale. “We’ve got a problem,” he said, his voice tight. Levi’s expression hardened. “What is it?” “The bomb at the estate—it wasn’t random. It was triggered by someone on the inside.” The words sent a chill down my spine. “Who?” Levi demanded, his tone sharp. “We’re still working on that,” the man admitted. “But whoever it is they’re good. And they’re still feeding Aurora information.” Levi’s jaw tightened, his hand curling into a fist. “Find them,” he said coldly. “I want a name.” As the man hurried off, I followed Levi inside, my mind racing. But when we reached the study, my attention was drawn to the list of targets still spread out on the desk. My father’s name stared back at me, a grim reminder of what was a

The seconds drag on, the urgency in Levi’s eyes a silent reminder that every choice now could cost us everything. My pulse pounds in my ears, a steady rhythm that matches the fear starting to creep up my spine. We don’t have much time, and the weight of it is crushing.We move quickly, both of us darting through the narrow back halls of the summit building. There’s no time for pleasantries. No time for second thoughts. It’s just us, the mission, and whatever game Aurora’s playing behind the scenes.Levi’s grip on my arm tightens. I can feel his focus, the calm in his eyes, but even he’s not immune to the pressure. “Eliana, stay close,” he mutters. His voice is low, rough around the edges, the kind of tone that makes it clear he’s taking no chances.I nod sharply, even though the tension inside me is suffocating. If we don’t stop this, everything will crumble. This isn’t just about taking down a single enemy anymore. It’s about everything my mother left behind—every secret buried under

I storm out of the room, my mind racing faster than my feet. The echo of my father’s voice still lingers, but it’s fading, buried beneath a pile of new truths I’m not ready to face. I can’t won’t let myself get lost in the mess of family betrayal and guilt. Not when I have to keep moving, keep fighting.My hand presses to the wall as I move down the hallway, trying to steady my breath. I hate how this feels. The way the pain creeps up from behind, when I least expect it. But I can’t let myself break. Not yet. Not when there’s so much at stake.I need to find Levi.I reach for my comms, but there’s no response. No signal, just static. My heart speeds up, the dread creeping in. I’ve never felt this alone, and it’s like the world’s closing in around me. But I can’t stop. I won’t stop.The summit’s chaos has finally reached its boiling point, and everything’s converging. My father. Levi. Aurora. The summit’s financial collapse. I have no damn clue how this is all going to end, but I’m not

The voice hits me like a brick. I freeze, heart slamming in my chest. My hand hovers over the bomb, a bead of sweat trickling down my spine. There’s no time to think, only react.I turn slowly, my muscles tensing, ready for whatever comes next. I know what’s coming: an operant of Aurora’s. One of her many shadows scattered throughout this event. But that doesn't stop the pit in my stomach from growing deeper. The weight of this bomb in my hands, both literal and figurative, presses down harder with each passing second.A man steps into view, eyes narrowed, gun loosely held at his side. The nonchalance on his face only makes the situation worse. The lack of urgency in his posture makes it clear: He’s confident. Too confident. He doesn’t think he’s going to lose.But I won’t let him win. Not today.“You’ve been busy,” I say, keeping my voice steady. I don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing my nerves. There’s no room for weakness here.The man chuckles, a low, unsettling sound that ma