Page 60 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

After that day, he would always bring her cut-up kiwi. Not just that—every fruit he brought was always sliced neatly into small pieces, arranged properly in a bowl with a fork, served as if it were a meal. It always made her laugh a little.

And it was only a few days later that she caught a rare sight—his smile. It was so uncommon that she had secretly taken a picture and kept it with her.

A few days later, she had scribbled those words on the back of that picture, keeping it by her pillow, staring at it for hours every night with star-struck eyes.

But then… he disappeared.

He vanished from her world without a single word. No call. No explanation. Just rumors—rumors that he had left the country to live abroad.

Slowly, those star-struck eyes that once held dreams of him were swallowed by darkness for five long years.

Now, seeing the picture again, all it did was ignite a searing pain in her chest. A burning reminder of how deeply she had loved him and how effortlessly he had left, as if she had never existed in his world.

It was laughable.

If he ever found out, he’d probably laugh about it too. After all, a young girl, barely twenty-three years old, had taken his flirting so seriously that she had fallen madly in love with him. So madly that when he disappeared, her world had collapsed in an instant, and darkness had replaced all the happiness she had ever known.

So, she flung the ripped pieces of that photo into the air, watching them scatter across the floor with a cold, indifferent face. Then, without a second glance, she stepped past him and walked away.

Christian’s anger burned as he watched her leave.

If she loved him, why wouldn’t she admit it? Was it all just a joke to her?

His jaw clenched. He bent down, picking up the torn pieces of the picture she had ripped apart. Then he carefully slid them into his suit pocket.

Chapter 21 Either Her Or No One

The business party at Velocity Hall was in full swing. Important figures—businessmen, investors, and elites—filled the grand venue, mingling under the golden chandeliers. Despite the orderliness, the atmosphere buzzed with quiet chaos, a reflection of the high-stakes conversations taking place.

Larry approached Christian and Sawyer, who stood near the hall’s center. Christian held a glass of whiskey, while Sawyer casually sipped champagne.

"Why isn’t she admitting it?" Sawyer frowned, swirling his drink. "You’ve made it pretty damn clear you want to spend your life with her. Then why is she so adamant about not accepting you?"

Christian downed another glass of whiskey, the burn scorching down his throat. He shook his head. "I don’t know. She tore up the picture and her confession like it didn’t mean anything at all. How could it not matter? When she was in love with me, she never even confessed or accepted it."

Larry muttered, "Back then, even I didn’t think you’d end up with her. When you insisted on being with her, I figured it was just some passing crush you’d forget. Who would’ve thought you’d never forget her? That you’d live like a damn saint for herall these years and come back still wanting her? Five years of waiting for her—that’s insane."

Christian frowned. "It’s not insane. I love her. I always have. It’s either her or no one."

Larry scoffed and glanced at Sawyer, who smirked into his whiskey glass before looking away.

"You two need to stop rubbing it in my face. I get it—I’m single, I don’t know shit about love, while you two idiots are out here losing your minds over your women. I. Get. It. I fucking get it."

Christian sighed, rubbing his temple. "I left five years ago because I thought she didn’t have feelings for me. My paralytic attack happened so suddenly… I didn’t want to drag her into my mess when I didn’t even know if I’d recover. She never expressed anything, so I had just assumed she wasn’t in love with me."

He turned to Sawyer, his fingers tightening around the glass. "Do you think I made a mistake?"

Sawyer exhaled slowly before muttering, "Maybe. Only Ivy can answer that. But from what I’ve seen so far, she’s not exactly unaffected by you. Every time things are about you, she’s always there."

Larry smirked. "How about I call her for you?"

Christian shot him a sharp look and reached out to snatch Larry’s phone.

But Larry grinned, shifting back and already dialing. "You’re already here, and she’s pissed at you for snooping in her bedroom last night. This might be your chance to get her to come to you and then you can pacify her."

Christian’s hand stilled in the air, and then dropped. He took a step back quietly, downing more whiskey as Larry dialed Ivy’s number.

Larry smirked, pressing the call button.

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