The Billionaire Who Claimed My Heart aand Who Broke Fate for Me 43 Summary
In Chapter 43 of “The Billionaire Who Claimed My Heart and Who Broke Fate for Me,” Elle finds herself emotionally drained after a difficult day. The chapter opens with her feeling defeated, collapsing onto her bed after a disastrous meeting. She is overwhelmed by her emotions and falls into a deep sleep, only to be awakened by hushed voices outside her door. She overhears Brad discussing a serious issue with his grandmother, revealing the weight of the problems they face. Despite her desire to remain hidden, Brad enters the room and, sensing her turmoil, climbs into bed with her, seeking comfort.
As Brad wraps his arm around Elle, she experiences a mix of confusion and unexpected warmth. Despite her initial instinct to push him away due to the day’s events, she finds herself relaxing against him, drawn in by his vulnerability and exhaustion. Brad expresses his need for companionship, stating he doesn’t want to be alone, mirroring her own feelings of isolation. This intimate moment between them highlights the complexity of their relationship, as Elle grapples with her emotions and the closeness they share.
When Elle awakens again, she is faced with the reality of her appearance after sleeping through the afternoon. She quickly prepares for dinner, noticing the familiar skincare products that have been provided for her, which signifies thoughtfulness from Brad. As she joins him for dinner, the atmosphere is charged with unspoken tension. They share a meal that is reminiscent of home, showcasing Brad’s consideration for her comfort, even amidst the chaos of their lives.
The chapter closes with Elle contemplating the future, particularly regarding Brad’s plans with Alpha Otto and Luna Ada. Her gratitude for Brad’s efforts is tinged with uncertainty about their relationship and the implications of the challenges they face. The emotional depth of the chapter captures Elle’s internal struggle as she navigates her feelings for Brad while dealing with the complexities of their situation.
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**TITLE: The Billionaire Who Claimed My Heart and Who Broke Fate for Me**
**Chapter 43**
**Elle’s POV**
“Your room is all set, Luna. Would you care to take a moment to rest?” The butler inquired, his tone imbued with respect and concern.
“Thank you,” I managed to reply, attempting a smile that likely came off more as a grimace than anything else.
With a sense of defeat, I collapsed onto the vast expanse of the bed, still clad in the attire from that disastrous meeting. The emotional turmoil of the day washed over me like a tidal wave, dragging me into its depths. Traces of tears lingered on my cheeks as I surrendered to the weight of exhaustion, slipping into a deep slumber.
I couldn’t tell how long I had been asleep, but I was jolted awake by the sound of hushed voices murmuring just outside my bedroom door.
“Alpha Brad, how did it go?” The butler’s voice was barely perceptible, yet it cut through the haze of my sleep.
Brad’s response was heavy, laden with fatigue. “Tell my grandmother Alpha Otto isn’t budging. We have a serious problem on our hands.”
“Elizabeth suggested perhaps if you brought Luna Elle to explain—”
There was a noticeable hesitation in Brad’s voice before he replied. “Elle is… Christ, you saw her state. She can’t handle that right now. I’ll figure something else out.”
The door creaked open, and instinctively, I shut my eyes, feigning sleep. I heard footsteps approach the bed and then come to a halt.
“That will be all,” Brad instructed softly. “Everyone out.”
“Yes, Alpha,” Martha replied, her voice fading as the door clicked shut behind her.
My heart raced, each beat echoing in my ears. I turned to face the wall, praying that Brad wouldn’t realize I was awake. The bathroom door clicked shut, followed by the soothing sound of running water. A few moments later, I felt the mattress dip ever so slightly.
Wait… what?
A wave of tension coursed through me. Was he actually climbing into bed with me? Throughout our time living together, I had always occupied my own space, sleeping alone in my designated room.
Why on earth was he here now? And why hadn’t he chosen another room? This mansion must have at least a dozen bedrooms!
I lay there, rigid as a statue, afraid to move a single muscle. My heart pounded against my ribcage, loud enough that I feared he could hear it. The sheets rustled as Brad shifted behind me, and suddenly, his arm encircled my waist, drawing me against his chest.
Oh my god.
I nearly gasped aloud, completely forgetting my charade of pretending to be asleep. My eyes flew open, fixating on the tanned forearm that now lay across my body. Heat radiated from him, mingling with the clean, fresh scent of his shower. Despite the room’s comfortable warmth, I felt perspiration break out across my back.
His bare chest was mere inches from my face. Wait—bare chest? Was he only clad in pants? The realization sent a rush of heat to my cheeks. I could feel every point of contact between us with startling clarity—his arm around my waist, his chest pressed against my back, his legs brushing against mine. Even the gentle rhythm of his breath stirred the fine hairs at the nape of my neck.
What was he doing? After everything that had transpired today with Marissa, how could he just slip into bed with me as if it were the most normal thing in the world? My mind was a whirlwind of confusion, alongside a stirring sensation I was reluctant to confront.
When I attempted to pull away, his arm tightened around me, anchoring me in place.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he murmured, his voice low and husky.
I glanced up, annoyance bubbling within me, but the sight that met my eyes halted my protest. His gaze was heavy with exhaustion, dark circles forming beneath his eyes—shadows that hadn’t been there that morning.
“You borrowed my chest to cry on earlier,” he said softly, almost as if sharing a secret. “Now I’m borrowing your embrace. I promise I won’t try anything. I just…” He hesitated, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his features, “I don’t want to be alone right now, and you’re as alone as I am.”
His words caught me off guard, settling heavily in the air between us.
“But—” I began, ready to voice my objections.
“Just for a little while,” he whispered, his eyes already fluttering closed.
I should push him away. After today’s revelations about Marissa, I should absolutely maintain my distance. Yet something in the weariness etched on his face held me back. Despite everything, I found myself relaxing against him, no longer resisting his embrace.
“Get some sleep,” he murmured, his voice soothing. “We’ll eat later.”
Before I could form a response, I felt his breathing deepen and even out, signaling that he had fallen asleep almost instantly. He must have been utterly drained.
With the immediate tension dissipating, I succumbed to the warmth enveloping me. There was something about his arms around me that felt inexplicably safe. Between the emotional exhaustion of the day and the comforting heat of his body, I soon drifted back into slumber.
When I awoke again, the room was cloaked in darkness, and Brad was no longer beside me.
I flicked on the lamp and hurriedly dressed, my stomach growling with hunger. Just as I was finishing up, a gentle knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.
“Luna, dinner is prepared. Would you like to eat now?” A servant called from the other side.
“Yes, I’ll be right down,” I replied, my voice slightly more animated. After sleeping most of the afternoon and barely nibbling at lunch, I was famished.
I stepped into the bathroom to wash my hands, and my breath caught in my throat as I caught sight of my reflection. My face was a disaster—mascara streaked down my cheeks, foundation uneven and smeared, lipstick smudged well beyond my lip line.
I suddenly realized I had slept the entire afternoon looking like this.
Another knock at the door broke my stunned staring. Quickly, I splashed water on my face and applied a bit of moisturizer from the neatly arranged products on the counter.
To my surprise, I recognized them as the exact same skincare products I used at home—the ones specially formulated for me by Rayne Group’s top skincare specialist. They must have had dozens of sets prepared to ensure I had my preferred products wherever we went.
Finally looking somewhat presentable, I made my way downstairs. As I approached the dining room, the mouthwatering aroma of food grew stronger, enticing my senses.
This Silverpeak residence was smaller than the main estate in Moonshade Bay, yet it radiated a sense of intimacy, feeling far less intimidating. I took my seat at the table where Brad was already settled, engrossed in a newspaper. The air between us felt charged, and I wasn’t quite sure how to bridge the gap after everything that had transpired.
The table was adorned with exquisite blue and gold dinnerware, each piece resembling a work of art rather than mere functional objects. I picked one up, admiring the intricate craftsmanship.
“That set is custom-made. It costs about ten thousand per setting,” Brad remarked casually, not lifting his gaze from the paper.
“Oh,” I replied awkwardly, placing the piece down with care. After the day’s events, our relationship felt both closer and yet somehow more distant. I should have pushed him away earlier, but when he had held me—both in the bathroom and in bed—I hadn’t been able to muster the strength to break away.
As the staff brought in several dishes, Brad finally set his newspaper aside. “Aren’t you hungry? You should eat.”
I picked up my spoon and tasted the soup. The flavor was immediately familiar—it was exactly like what our chef prepared at the main house. I paused mid-sip, momentarily taken aback.
“I thought you might not like unfamiliar cooking, so I brought our chef along,” Brad explained nonchalantly.
A warm feeling blossomed in my chest. He had considered my comfort, arranging for food I would enjoy. Was it out of pity after Marissa’s public humiliation of me? Or perhaps genuine concern for the baby I carried?
“Thank you,” I said quietly, focusing intently on my soup.
Even if his thoughtfulness stemmed only from concern for the baby, I should be grateful. It was more than many would do.
After finishing my soup, I couldn’t help but ask, “About Alpha Otto and Luna Ada… what are you planning to do?”
Conclusion
As the evening unfolded, I found myself enveloped in a bittersweet blend of emotions. The warmth of Brad’s earlier embrace lingered, a stark contrast to the chaos of the day. I was acutely aware of the delicate balance we now teetered upon—each shared moment pulling us closer, yet the weight of unresolved issues loomed overhead like a storm cloud. My heart was a battlefield, caught between the comfort of his presence and the turmoil of my thoughts. The intimacy we shared felt both like a sanctuary and a risk, a reminder that vulnerability could lead to both healing and heartache. I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were both navigating uncharted waters, desperately trying to find our way back to each other while grappling with the shadows of our past.
Dinner progressed, and with each bite, I felt the barriers I had built begin to crumble. Brad’s thoughtful gesture of bringing our chef along spoke volumes, hinting at a deeper understanding between us. As he spoke about Alpha Otto and Luna Ada, I sensed the determination in his voice, yet I couldn’t ignore the flicker of uncertainty that danced in his eyes. It was evident that he was as lost as I was, caught in a web of expectations and obligations. Yet, in that moment, it felt like we were forging a new path together—one defined not solely by our past but by the hope of what could be. As we shared this meal, I realized that perhaps, despite the chaos, we were both willing to fight for our future, together.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter, readers can expect a deepening of the emotional turmoil between Elle and Brad as they navigate the aftermath of their unexpected closeness. With the weight of their past decisions and the looming threat posed by Alpha Otto, tensions are bound to rise. Will Brad’s protective instincts lead him to make choices that could either bind them together or tear them apart? As they share a meal, the air will crackle with unspoken words and unresolved feelings, forcing both characters to confront the reality of their situation.
Moreover, the mystery surrounding Alpha Otto’s resistance will come to a head, pushing Elle to step out of her comfort zone. Will she find the strength to stand up for herself and the baby she carries, or will she allow Brad to shield her from the harsh realities of their world? Expect revelations that could change the course of their relationship, as well as unexpected alliances that may emerge from the shadows. As the chapter unfolds, the stakes will rise, leaving readers breathless and eager to see how Elle will reclaim her power in a world that constantly tries to dictate her fate.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
