I Saved My Fiancé Before He Became a Billionaire Chapter 10
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group of boys burst into crude, snickering laughter, loud and cruel.
It was low, vulgar, and absolutely unbearable.
Elias, who’d stayed quiet, still, and obedient until then-he moved suddenly, violently, like a
storm.
He shoved Noah hard, brutally, to the dirty ground.
Then his fists slammed down, again and again.
Once. Hard. Again. Harder.
Every single hit landed perfectly, no mercy, no hesitation.
In just a few seconds, Elias was on top of Noah, beating him relentlessly, unchained.
He looked absolutely furious, his eyes dark and wild.
His eyes were ice cold, no warmth, no mercy.
The boys who’d laughed earlier, taunted and jeered-they didn’t dare step forward, didn’t dare
interfere.
I froze for a single second, shocked beyond belief.
This Elias was nothing like the quiet, wounded boy who swallowed his pain, who endured
everything.
At that moment, he was a young wolf finally showing his sharp fangs, fighting for the person he
loved.
Noah screamed loudly, cursed violently, thrashing on the ground.
I snapped out of my shock immediately and said coldly, sharply, loud enough for everyone to hear, “Noah Blackwood, you say that and you’re not afraid I’ll tell your father? I’ll go straight to
Richard.”
“We’re family. Connected. Don’t you forget that.”
“I saw you at the Blackwood family Christmas dinner. I know exactly who you are.
Noah, still screaming and cursing, went completely stiff, his face pale with fear.
I met Elias’s eyes immediately, a silent signal.
He reacted instantly, faster than lightning, stood up, and kicked Noah hard one more time, a final
warning.
Then he turned, grabbed my hand tightly in his, and said one word, urgent and fierce.
“Run.”
We sprinted away as fast as we could, running for our lives.
Cold wind rushed past our ears, blowing my hair back.
Elias’s breathing was ragged, fast, panicked.
His hand was cold, still too thin.
But he held on tight, so tight his knuckles turned white.
So tight I could feel his thin, hard calluses from years of hard work and hunger.
“Don’t be afraid.”
He pulled me through the winding alleys, his voice blown thin by the cold wind.
“I’m here. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
My heart was racing, pounding uncontrollably.
A reckless, foolish thought pushed its way into my mind, even though it was wrong, even though it
was dangerous.
“Elias. Does this feel like running away together? Like eloping?”
When we dated in the future, I’d always secretly wanted him to do something reckless for me, something wild.
Not rebellious, not giving up his future, not hurting anyone.
I was just insecure, too scared I wasn’t enough.
Wanted proof of his love through something special, something only I got.
But Elias deserved a clean, bright, perfect path.
He shouldn’t have to make mistakes, shouldn’t have to suffer for me.
So I never said it, never told him my secret wish.
Now, against all odds, it was happening.
Me and teenage Elias, running through spring streets, free and wild.
Leaving the noise, the cruelty, the darkness of the world behind us.
And he never let go of my hand. Never.
“Don’t say that. Don’t say running away.”
Elias was breathing hard, his chest heaving. He pushed me gently behind a brick corner, hiding us.
“Don’t say running away. That’s not for us.”
“You’re going to marry me. We’re going to have a real life, a real home. A happy one.”
He smiled suddenly, bright and beautiful, brighter than any spring flower.
“Are you really my future wife? Tell me again.”
Elias always asked that. Always.
And I never hesitated, never doubted.
“Yes. Absolutely. Yes.”
“As true as my heart. As true as I love you.”
This time, he didn’t look away or pretend not to hear.
He pressed his pale, dry lips together, looking so happy he could burst.
“Then say it. Please. Say it for me.”
“Say you love me. Say you’ll never leave me. Never.
I smiled at him, my voice firm, steady, full of endless love.
“I love you. With all my heart.”
“I’ll never leave you. Not ever. Not for anything.”
“I really, really want to be with you forever. For the rest of our lives.”
Elias was overjoyed, his eyes shining bright, like stars.
I thought his eyes were glowing, lighting up the whole dark alley.
He asked again, soft and eager, “We meet in that not-too-soon, not-too-far future? You promise?”
I nodded, no hesitation.
Elias stepped forward and hugged me tightly, so hard it hurt, so hard it felt like he wanted to merge
me into his body.
So tight I could barely breathe.
I tried to look up and ask what was wrong, why he was so desperate, but he held my head down gently, firmly.
All I could do was listen to his strong, fast heartbeat, thudding against my ear.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Fast, but alive. So alive.
And above me, his voice trembled, broken and desperate and hopeful.
“Then I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait as long as it takes.”
“Grace, you have to come. Please. You have to find me.”
“Our Grace isn’t homeless. Isn’t alone. Never again.”
“We’ll have a home. A real one. Just us.”
“I’ll wait. I promise I’ll wait.”
“You have to come. Don’t leave me here alone forever,”
He let go of me suddenly and stepped back two paces, his eyes shiny with unshed tears.
I had a hundred questions, a thousand things I wanted to say.
But he didn’t give me the chance. Didn’t let me speak.
He just smiled softly at me, a sad, beautiful, final smile.
“Let’s go home. I’ll wait for you. Always.”
