Semua Bab Claimed by the billionaire : Bab 151 - Bab 156

ELIZABETH POV I almost didn’t go. I stood outside the building for a few minutes doing absolutely nothing, just standing there like an idiot, telling myself I could turn around and nobody would know. Dr. Mensah wouldn’t even be surprised at this point. I’d cancelled twice already this month and she’d said nothing both times, just sent a simple whenever you’re ready and left it at that. But I thought about Hope crying in the bathroom thinking nobody could hear her. I thought about Daniella’s eyes lately — too quiet, too watchful for a two year old. I thought about Liam calling me a lifeless person like he was just stating the weather. So I went in. Dr. Mensah’s office was warm, soft lighting, two chairs facing each other. She was already seated when I walked in — early fifties, natural hair, reading glasses permanently forgotten on top of her head. She had this stillness about her that I’d never fully gotten used to. Like nothing said in this room could move her off her foun

ELIZABETH POV “Elizabeth we got two clients!” James practically yelled it down the phone and I jumped so hard the pencil in my hand clattered to the table. “WHAT?!” That came out loud enough that every head in the room snapped toward me — Liam, Hope, even Lily looked up from whatever she was doing in the kitchen. “Yes. Freaking. Yes.” I could hear him grinning, I swear I could actually hear it. “They’re from Europe. They picked the Liam one and the one of your husband’s eyes. They’re obsessed with the detailing. They’re offering three hundred K for the two.” “This is insane.” I pressed my hand flat against my chest like that would help me breathe. “How — James, how is this even real—” “Told you. You’re a freaking talent.” “Thank you for believing in me.” My voice cracked halfway through it. I had to stop and swallow before I could say anything else. “Don’t do that, Lizzie. You earned this.” Then, brisker — “Come down to the park later, let’s talk logistics and what’s

ELIZABETH POV It’s been five days since I landed in New York and my heart has not stopped racing once. Not once. Every single morning I woke up convinced today was the day Christian’s father was going to appear out of nowhere and end me. The meetings though — the meetings had been incredible. I met more people in five days than I had in three years combined. Sold pieces I didn’t even think were ready to sell. Got commission requests that I ended up working on right there in my hotel room at one in the morning because the buyer wanted to see progress before they flew out. The whole thing had genuinely exceeded anything I let myself imagine, and honestly I felt a little guilty for how long I’d been telling James no. He’d been right. This was exactly what he kept saying it would be — the thing that puts us in the real market. But as the trip wound down something else started creeping in that I couldn’t push away no matter how hard I tried. This was our city. Me and Christian’s. W