All Chapters of The Billionaire Rejected Me : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 60We didn't stay at the falls resort for more than a week. Right from the first day, they insisted that we return to the hacienda. Lazarus forbade me from swimming again. He said it's fine as long as he's with me, but they were adamant about going back to the hacienda.I tried to convince him, "Lazarus, you already paid this resort for our one week stay here. You shouldn't waste what you've spent.""We're leaving for sure. Yesterday, you almost drowned, and now this?" he lectured, pointing to my elbow, which had a bandage on it. "We're going back to the hacienda. I don't want to linger here."They didn't even bother folding the clothes; they just stuffed them into the suitcase. We didn't take out many clothes anyway; it was only our second day here.As for the bandage on my elbow, it was just a small wound. Earlier, he allowed me to swim in the falls, but I almost slipped on a rocky part while climbing a large rock. I instinctively used my elbow to brace against a rough stone

Chapter 62It seemed like a whirlwind, and Kiana's words didn't immediately register in my mind. Everything was a blur, and I wished she could repeat it, hoping for clarity. She was vehemently pointing at Lazarus, implying that he was the one who used and deceived me.Unpredictable events unfolded during a time when we were supposed to be healing.I used to think she was the sole reason for my shattered life. I blamed her for leaving me after revealing that the substance I mixed into Lazarus' drink was actually ecstasy. I couldn't bear the thought of the potential harm that might come to Lazarus if I didn't stay to help him through the effects of the drug.I took on all the responsibility. Now, at such a young age, I carried the weight. If those events hadn't shattered my life, I'd be with my parents in Canada, enjoying a lifetime of freedom.It would have been fine, Kiana being the only one to blame, but apparently, it wasn't just her.I asked myself, what had I done to deserve this

Chapter 64"Ma'am?"I shifted my gaze towards the soft voice coming from behind me.The girl was wearing a black uniform. I think she's working here as a janitor because she's holding a mop and a bucket of soapy water."Why did she sleep here?" I asked in a weak tone. Somehow, I didn't want to disturb Lazarus' peaceful sleep.He's exhausted from all the harm I caused him, and so am I."It's her fourth night sleeping here. Sir Lazarus's cousins advised him to use one of the other vacant rooms, but he refused," she explained gently, glancing at Lazarus, who was still asleep. "I'll go ahead, Ma'am. There's some cleaning to do."The cleaning lady carefully passed by where Lazarus was sitting and sleeping.I wanted to prolong my anger and make Lazarus face it, handle it as best he could. I wanted him to pay for it, to earn my trust again. My feet wanted to turn around, go back inside the room, and just ignore him, but my hands were acting differently.Maybe her neck was starting to ache? P

Chapter 66It was a very exhausting day. Francesca left, and Lazarus stayed with me. Luzon was playing with his toys in his room, unaware of what had just happened earlier.I didn't even realize I still had the eco bag containing the groceries and sanitary napkin I bought when I left the condo this morning just to get some fresh air. It felt like I was struggling to breathe, as if I were short of breath after witnessing everything.I know for myself that I was deeply hurt. A deep wound was created on my naive heart years ago. It couldn't be healed, and the only way to stop it from bleeding was to stitch it, to sew it close. But then it would leave a scar.I don't know where it hurts. Is it because I see myself in what Francesca did, begging? Or is it realizing that I'm just one of the women he uses to pass the time, like what he did with Samantha? He even told me himself that she was just a pastime.I feel like I have a fever because of the kiss Lazarus gave me earlier.It's almost ni

Chapter 68When we arrived in Compostela Valley, a sports car was waiting for us.I didn't know who was driving, as Lazarus ushered us into the backseat. He sat in the front beside the driver, who helped Lazarus put our suitcases in the trunk. It seemed to be a man serving their estate, perhaps their chauffeur.A few minutes passed as the driver maneuvered the sports car. We drove through some unpaved roads, but as we turned, the road became paved.Most of what I could see here were trees, and there were also mountains in the distance, but far from the wide road.The farther we went, the greater the distance between houses. Some homes were made of wood and were simple, while others were large."Look, Momma! Cow, Momma!" amazement painted my son's cute face as he looked outside and pointed at a white cow in the distance.Zon was kneeling on the car seat, his head slightly out of the open car window. The surroundings were bright and hot, so the road was a bit hazy due to the dried earth