All Chapters of The Billionaire Boyfriend Begged for Another Chance: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Westbrook Rehabilitation Center was the most expensive private facility in the city.Locked down, access-controlled. Without family consent, not even a fly got out.Julian actually delivered me there.While we were processing the intake paperwork, Sienna stood at his shoulder.She wore a tailored designer suit and four-inch stilettos, and she moved like she'd been shot in a perfume commercial.Once upon a time, I had been the most luminous swan under a stage light, bringing down the house with a single pointe.Now I sat in a chair like a broken doll."Miss Ellsworth, this place will suit you beautifully." Sienna stepped forward and looked down at me. "Julian went to so much trouble to arrange the best suite. Really."She put a small, deliberate weight on his name—like a claim.I looked at her, cold."You don't need to stake your claim in front of me. I don't rifle through trash I've thrown out."Sienna's color changed. Then she pressed her fingers to her mouth and laughed, playful."Su

I wheeled my chair like a woman possessed, straight for Dr. Calloway's office.I slammed through his door. He was reading a chart."Clara? What's wrong? You look—"I grabbed the lapel of his white coat. My voice wouldn't hold steady."My surgery. Is it still happening?"He paused. His eyes wouldn't quite meet mine."Your indicators need a little more observation. The risk is substantial—"My heart dropped through the floor."It's Sienna, isn't it? It's her father. Isn't it?"I was yelling.Dr. Calloway sighed and touched my shoulder."Calm down. Professor Harrington has spoken to me, yes. But from a pure clinical standpoint—the success rate, as things stand, is—""Excuses. All of you—excuses!"I shoved him off. My tears broke loose."You all want to see me die. All of you are pushing me."I wheeled out of his office.Nurses in the corridor stared. I didn't care.I just needed out of there. Out of that suffocating, shining place.I pushed my chair hard and kept pushing until I found mys

Julian came through the doorway like a storm and shoved Sienna off me.Sienna hit the floor hard and stayed there, clutching her arm, staring up at him."Julian—what are you—"He wasn't listening. He was bent over me, checking my throat."Are you hurt? Tell me you're not hurt."I looked at the panic in his eyes and felt something close to contempt."Don't touch me." I pushed his hand away. My voice was shredded.His body locked up. His eyes went dead.He turned to the floor where Sienna was."Who told you to come here?"Sienna pulled herself up. "I just wanted to speak with her—""About what? About how to strangle her?" His voice cracked the air. "I warned you. Do not touch her."Sienna stared at him, her eyes reddening."You're yelling at me—for this wreck? Have you forgotten what you promised my father?"Julian sucked in a breath. His rage went cold."I haven't. But if you lay so much as another finger on Clara, your family gets nothing. I mean nothing."Sienna ground her teeth. Her

The surgery ran ten hours.When I woke in recovery, the first thing I saw was Dr. Calloway—exhausted, smiling."It worked. You're going to walk again."I wept with relief. I tried to talk. No sound came out.He patted my hand. "Easy. Rest. We have time."The months that followed were the hardest I'd ever known.Every stretch. Every attempt to stand. It was like dancing on a blade.But I didn't stop.Because I knew: this was my only way back.And through every one of those days, Julian was there.He wasn't forceful anymore. He sat beside me, silent.If I fell, he was the first one there.If I cried from the pain, he was the one gently wiping my face.He moved like a penitent. He was trying, with everything he had, to make something right.I still didn't say yes to him.The thorn in my chest was still there.Then, one day, Dr. Calloway told me that Emma had woken up.I went still for half a second. Then I said, calmly, "Is she all right?"He nodded."She has a long road ahead. But she'll

Machines ticked in the intensive care unit.Julian was a thicket of tubes. His face was gray.I sat at the bedside and held his cold fingers, and didn't dare breathe too hard. I was terrified that any movement would break this fragile, reclaimed dream.Three days.Two critical-condition notices.I signed them. My pen went through the paper."Go rest for a while. You can't hold up like this." Dr. Calloway spoke softly from the doorway.I shook my head. I kept my eyes on the bed."I'm not leaving.""I'm afraid he'll open his eyes, not see me, and spiral."Julian, in the bed, moved.The numbers on the monitor jumped.I shot to my feet and hit the call button.He cracked his eyes open. His cracked lips parted, but no sound came out.I bent my ear to his mouth and heard the rasp."Don't cry..."Tears hit his cheek. I wiped my own face with the heel of my hand and cursed him through clenched teeth."You unbelievable bastard.""Who told you to take a knife for me? Did you actually think that