All Chapters of Your Lips to Mine #4: The Billionaire's Heartbeat: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

It’s strange how time works in moments of crisis. When everything is calm, days can drag on, as though the world has slowed to a crawl. But when everything is uncertain, when the stakes are high, time seems to vanish in the blink of an eye. I’d thought that taking a step back from James’s treatment would give us both the space we needed. I thought the separation would give me the clarity to maintain professional boundaries while still holding onto the personal connection we had.But I had underestimated the depth of what we shared.It wasn’t just the physical distance that was hard. It was the emotional distance—the feeling of not being there for him, of not being able to help him the way I had when he’d first entered my life. The truth was, no matter how much I tried to convince myself that the separation was necessary, I missed him more than I was prepared to admit.The phone call came late that night, the kind that rattles your very core before you even

It was late afternoon when I found it—buried in the bottom of a dusty old box in my mother’s attic. At first, I thought it was just another stack of forgotten memories: faded photographs, old letters, family trinkets that had long since lost their meaning. But when I opened the envelope, my heart stopped.I hadn't meant to go digging through the box that day. It had been one of those rare moments when I was back at my parents’ house, and I’d decided to spend the afternoon sorting through things I never had the chance to look at. My mother had given me the key to the attic when I was younger, telling me it was a place for keepsakes, things that were too important to be thrown away but not so valuable that they needed to be displayed. A safe haven of sorts for things that would never be lost.But this wasn’t like any of the other mementos I had come across in the past. This envelope, yellowed with age, had no name, no date, and no return address. Just a small, delica

The news hit faster than I could prepare for it. One moment, I was sitting in James’s office, enjoying a rare, quiet morning, and the next, I found myself surrounded by flashing cameras, probing questions, and a weight I wasn’t quite sure how to carry.“Olivia, how do you feel about your relationship with James becoming public?” a reporter asked, their microphone thrust in my face like an unspoken demand.I froze, the air around me thick with the click of cameras. I didn’t expect this. I didn’t think it would happen like this—so suddenly, so... invasive. James’s hand brushed against mine under the table, and I glanced up to see his calm expression, the way he was handling it with a grace I didn’t feel inside. But he had prepared for this moment in a way that I hadn’t.It hadn’t even occurred to me that the announcement would come so soon.I had been lost in the glow of our engagement, the warmth of knowing we were in this together. But now, as I s

The weight of James’s proposal still lingered heavily in my mind, even after days of quiet reflection. I had never been one to make decisions lightly, especially when it came to matters of the heart. There was always a part of me that overanalyzed, weighed the options, considered the risks. But as I stood on the precipice of this decision, I couldn’t help but feel like I was looking at my future, standing at a crossroads.And there was no turning back.It had been a few weeks since James had asked me to marry him, and I had yet to give him an answer. The love I felt for him was undeniable—raw, real, and all-encompassing—but the weight of that love had only grown with time. There were layers to this relationship, layers that weren’t easy to peel back. James wasn’t just the man I loved; he was also the man I was trying to save. And, though the doctors assured us that his health was stable for now, I couldn’t shake the fear that it could all change in the blink of an

There’s a certain kind of peace that comes when you finally stop fighting the current and start flowing with it. That’s how I felt as I sat across from James, the morning sun streaming through the windows of our favorite café. The world outside seemed to hum with activity, but inside, with him, everything felt still, purposeful. We weren’t just recovering from the chaos of the last few months—we were rebuilding. Together. James reached across the table, his fingers brushing against mine. It was such a simple gesture, yet it carried the weight of everything we had been through. The battles we fought, the victories we claimed, the wounds we healed—they were all woven into that touch. “You’ve been quiet,” he said softly, his eyes searching mine. “What’s on your mind?” I smiled, squeezing his hand gently. “I was just thinking about how far we’ve come. How different this moment feels compared to everything we’ve been through. It’s... nice.” His lips curved into a small smile, the kind