All Chapters of The Billionaire Who Wants Me Next: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ElaraThe moment I stepped out of the hospital, I knew something was wrong.Not because of the man watching me.Not because of the questions that still lingered in my mind.Because of Alistair.His voice echoed in my head as I walked toward the curb.Cold.Sharp.Controlled.I had never heard him sound like that before.Usually, there was always a trace of amusement in his words, as if the world existed solely to entertain him. But in that hospital room, that amusement had disappeared completely.The change unsettled me far more than I wanted to admit.I pulled my coat tighter around myself and glanced over my shoulder.The man Alistair had pointed out earlier was gone.That should have reassured me.Instead, it made me even more nervous.I took out my phone and immediately called him. He answered before the second ring.“Get out of there?”“Yes.”“Good.”The clipped response sent another chill down my spine.“Alistair,” I said carefully, “who exactly was that man?”A brief silence followe

Elara’s POVI woke up to fifty-three missed calls and a phone that wouldn’t stop vibrating.For a few disoriented seconds, I thought something had happened to Louis’ grandfather.Then I opened social media.My stomach dropped.My face was everywhere.Not just photographs. Entire timelines.There were images of me walking beside a man I had never seen before. Images of us entering corporate buildings together. Sitting in meetings. Leaving charity events. Standing shoulder to shoulder in front of cameras.The edits were terrifyingly good.I stared at one picture for nearly a minute.The lighting matched. The shadows matched.Even the expression on my face looked real.But it wasn’t.I had never been there. I had never met him.Yet thousands of people were commenting as though they had witnessed our relationship unfold for months.My fingers trembled as I scrolled.“Adrian Vale and Elara finally confirmed.”“Power couple of the year.”“So this is where she’s been disappearing to.”“What a

ELARA By the time I got home, I felt like I’d survived an entire week instead of a single evening. The moment I stepped into the apartment, I kicked off my heels and dropped my bag onto the nearest chair. Denise looked up from the couch. One glance at my face was enough. “Oh no,” she said immediately. “What happened this time?” I groaned. “Don’t ask.” Her eyes lit up. That was never a good sign. Whenever my life became complicated, Denise treated it like premium entertainment. She muted the television and sat forward. “Start talking.” I should have gone straight to my room. Instead, exhaustion got the better of me. Ten minutes later, I found myself explaining everything. The discharge celebration.The endless attention. The nurses.The guests. Louis’ grandfather introduced me to practically everyone. The way he insisted on keeping me beside him throughout the evening. And finally, Celia’s increasingly visible descent into frustration. Denise listened with growing a

I knew something was wrong the moment I stepped into Louis’ residence.The house was full, yet strangely quiet.Previous gatherings with the family had always carried a sense of movement, laughter, overlapping conversations, people drifting between rooms. Tonight felt different. Everything seemed carefully arranged, as if every seat, every conversation, every person had been placed exactly where they were supposed to be.Or where someone wanted them to be.I paused near the entrance, smoothing my dress as unease settled in my chest.“Elara.”Louis’ grandfather approached immediately.His smile was warm, almost relieved.For a second, I felt as though he had been waiting specifically for me.“You made it,” he said, patting my shoulder affectionately.“Thank you for inviting me.”“Of course.”The certainty in his voice surprised me.Before I could respond, my attention shifted toward the dining room.Louis was already seated. Watching me.Not smiling.Not frowning.The intensity of his gaze

By the time I arrived at Alistair’s penthouse, I felt like I’d been holding my breath for hours. The dinner had ended nearly forty minutes ago, yet the tension still clung to me. The coded conversations.The hidden agreements.The unanswered questions. The feeling that I had walked into a game without knowing all the rules. For the first time since leaving Louis’ residence, I finally exhaled. The moment the elevator doors opened, I found Alistair waiting in the living room. His sleeves were rolled up. A glass sat untouched on the table beside him. He looked up immediately when I entered. “How bad was it?” I laughed softly. “That obvious?” “You’re exhausted.” I slipped off my heels and sank onto the couch. The simple act of sitting down felt wonderful. Alistair waited patiently. And for some reason, that patience made me want to tell him everything. So I did. I started from the beginning. The unusual seating arrangement. Celia’s obvious discomfort. Louis’ silence. T