บททั้งหมดของ IN LOVE WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS(He Is Betrothed, But Mine!): บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Olivia’s POVThe soft hum of the air conditioner filled the silence of my room as I sat on the bed, knees pulled to my chest. My eyes burned from the tears I had shed all night, and the dull ache in my chest felt unbearable. Alicia’s latest message echoed in my mind."Are you sure he’s only yours?"The photo attached to the text haunted me—the image of Leonardo with another woman, laughing, holding her close. She looked at him the way I did. Like he was her entire world.I knew it was an old photo. I knew it didn’t mean anything now. But Alicia didn’t need truth to hurt me. Doubt was enough. And it was working.A knock at the door startled me, and I quickly wiped my face with the back of my hand.“Olivia?” Leonardo’s voice was soft, hesitant. “Can I come in?”I wanted to say no. I wanted to tell him to leave me alone. But I couldn’t. I needed him, even if my mind was clouded with doubt.“Yeah,” I whispered.The door opened slowly, and Leonardo stepped in, his dark eyes filled with c

Victor’s POVI stood on the balcony of my penthouse, cigarette in hand. The smoke curled lazily in the air, disappearing into the night. The view never changed. Busy streets. Endless buildings. People moving like ants, unaware of the games being played above them.I took another drag, my mind racing. Alicia was inside, probably plotting her next move against Olivia and Leonardo. She always was. It amused me, watching her twist their lives into knots. But it also made me curious.Why did she care so much?I wasn’t a man who cared about love or revenge. Business was simple. Power was clear. But emotions? Emotions made people weak. Yet, Alicia thrived on them. She fed on them.“Victor,” her voice called softly from inside.I turned, leaning against the railing. She stood in the doorway, a glass of wine in her hand, her blonde hair falling in soft waves around her face. She looked calm, but I knew better. Behind that beautiful face was a storm waiting to be unleashed.“What is it, Alic

Chapter 135:Victor’s POV I stood on the balcony of yet another penthouse, the cool breeze brushing against my skin. This was the third time we’d moved in the last two weeks, and Alicia still seemed unfazed. She thrived on the chase. The more Leonardo hunted us, the more alive she seemed to feel.I exhaled slowly, running a hand through my hair. I didn’t mind the running. It kept things interesting. What bored me was the predictability of it all. Leonardo’s desperation. Olivia’s fear. Alicia’s obsession.Alicia.She was inside, pacing as she made her next plan. She lived for this, for the game. But tonight, she was different. Tense. Restless. And that intrigued me.I turned away from the view and walked back inside. Alicia was in the middle of the living room, arms crossed, eyes sharp as she scrolled through her phone. She wore black leggings and a fitted tank top, her blonde hair falling loosely over her shoulders.“Problems?” I asked, leaning against the doorframe.She glanced

Olivia’s POVThe sun rose slowly, casting a pale, weak light through the hospital window. I sat in the corner of the sterile room, wrapped in a thin blanket the nurse had given me hours ago. My body was numb, my mind stuck in a loop of the night before. The sound of the gunshot echoed in my head, over and over, like a cruel reminder of what I had done.I killed her.My hands still felt cold from holding the gun. I stared at them now, turning my palms upward as if I’d see Alicia’s blood on them. But there was nothing. Just skin. Just hands.Leonardo sat beside me, his eyes closed, his breathing slow but restless. He hadn’t left my side since the police brought us here. He held my hand even when I didn’t respond. Even when I stared straight ahead, lost in the memory of Alicia’s body hitting the floor.I shifted slightly, and the movement woke him. His eyes opened immediately, sharp and alert, before softening when they landed on me.“Hey,” he said softly.I didn’t respond.He sat up s

Chapter 139:Victor’s POVThe night air was crisp as I stood outside the safe house, watching the glow of the living room lights through the window. Leonardo and Olivia were inside, sitting close, his arm wrapped protectively around her. From here, I could see the tension on Olivia’s face, the haunted look in her eyes. She thought she was safe out here in the woods.She thought Leonardo could protect her.How wrong she was.I smiled, taking a slow drag from my cigarette. The smoke curled into the cold night air, disappearing like a ghost. I’d always enjoyed watching people who thought they were untouchable. The powerful always believed in walls and cameras and guns.But fear was stronger than any lock. Fear was what made people crack.And Olivia was already cracking.I dropped the cigarette, crushing it beneath my boot, then tapped the earpiece in my ear.“Status?” I asked softly.A voice crackled through. “South perimeter clear. East cameras disabled for sixty seconds.”“Good,” I