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Chapter 42: A Life Money Could Buy
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My Billionaire Husband Was Never Human Chapter 91: The Ghost of Number 16
The old man seated near the doorway shifted against the wall, clearing his throat quietly before speaking. His voice was low and cautious in the stillness of the room."If she needs to know the truth," the old man said, looking across the floor toward Rachel, "maybe it is time. We should take her out to the back. She needs to see the compound. She needs to see the stones."Rachel raised her head slowly, her face tightening with immediate objection. She shook her head, her hands reaching out in a defensive gesture."No," Rachel said, her voice strained and sharp. "Not now. It is already getting late, and she has been through too much today. Look at her. She is frightened, she is exhausted. She cannot handle walking out there right now."She looked directly at me, her eyes pleading for me to understand."Amara, listen to me," Rachel urged softly. "Wait until the morning. Sleep first. In the daylight, we can go out to the graves together."I stared at her, the blood roaring in my ears. S
My Billionaire Husband Was Never Human Chapter 90: What I Refused to See
My hands wouldn't stop shaking. Even with Liam pressed so hard against my chest that I could feel the rapid, terrified thumping of his little heart, the violent tremors wouldn't leave my bones. The dim light of the room felt suffocatingly heavy on my shoulders, pressing down until my lungs burned. Rachel was kneeling right beside me on the woven mat, her own face stained and tracked with fresh tears, her hands hovering helplessly near my arms as if she wanted to catch the pieces of me before I completely came apart. "Amara, please," Rachel whispered, her voice cracking right down the middle as she tried to pull me back from the edge. "You need to breathe. Just breathe, my child. Look at me." "I can't," I choked out, the words tearing raw and bloody through my throat. My eyes were burning, swollen shut from hours of crying, and every single time I tried to force a full breath past my ribs, my chest hitched violently. I stared down blindly at the dusty wooden floorboards, but I wasn'
My Billionaire Husband Was Never Human Chapter 89: The Ghost of the Road
An elderly man pushed his way through the cluster of agitated voices, stepping into the center of the yard with slow, deliberate authority. His head was crowned with thick gray hair, and a full beard of matching silver covered his jaw. As he moved, the noise around him dropped immediately. People stepped back, making room for him without a word.He looked down at Rachel, who was still crumpled on the dry earth near the edge of the swept compound. Her head was shaking in a slow, continuous rhythm, tears cutting wet tracks through the dust on her cheeks. One of her hands was pressed tightly over her mouth, muffling the ragged breaths that kept escaping her, while the other trembled violently against the ground.The old man crouched beside her, his movements stiff with age. He reached out and placed a warm, heavy hand on her shoulder."Get up, Rachel," he said softly. "Get up."He stayed there, supporting her weight as she slowly pushed herself up from the floor, her legs unsteady beneat
My Billionaire Husband Was Never Human Chapter 88: Echoes of the Past
The drive had been quiet for most of the morning. Daniel barely spoke as he drove, his eyes fixed on the asphalt ahead, the tires humming softly beneath us. Liam was in the back seat, playing with a small plastic toy. After a while, he leaned forward as much as his seat belt allowed. "Daddy? Will Grandma have toys at her house?" Daniel glanced at him through the mirror. His shoulders stiffened slightly before he answered. "I don't know, buddy. Probably not." I looked over at Daniel from the passenger seat. Something had been bothering me since we left Lagos. He had barely said a word, his posture rigid against the headrest. I had tried talking to him several times since we left the flat, asking if he was nervous, if he remembered the exact turnoffs, or if he wanted to pull over for water. He answered every question, but only with a few words before going quiet again. "Are you sure you're okay?" I asked softly, reaching across the console to touch his forearm. His skin felt unusua
My Billionaire Husband Was Never Human Chapter 87: Few Days Before the Visit
The calendar hanging by the kitchen pantry said there were only four days left. To me, those four days could not pass quickly enough. I had spent the entire morning at the market, moving from one stall to another and haggling with traders until my arms were loaded with shopping bags. When I finally kicked the front door shut and dropped my parcels onto the living room sofa, I looked flushed and triumphant. "You're going to bankrupt us," Daniel said, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen with a half-empty mug of coffee he had barely touched. "I am doing no such thing," I laughed, unzipping my handbag and pulling out a neatly wrapped package of imported tea. "Your mother is an older woman. You don't show up at a stranger’s doorstep empty-handed—let alone your own mother's." I began unpacking everything I had bought: two yards of embroidered Ankara fabric in soft sage green, a couple of white cotton blouses, a simple leather handbag, and a small tin of butter cookies for Li
My Billionaire Husband Was Never Human Chapter 86: The Mother-in-Law
Daniel had not been himself since I started talking about visiting his mother. At first, he had thought the questions would stop after a few days. Instead, they had become part of our everyday conversations. “When did you last speak to your mother? Do you think she would want to see Liam? Do you think she would like me?” Sometimes I asked casually while we were eating. Other times, I brought it up while we were getting ready for bed. I was not trying to catch him in a lie. I simply wanted to know more about the woman who had raised the man I loved, and Daniel knew that. One evening, he sat in his study with a book open in front of him. He had been on the same page for almost twenty minutes without reading a single sentence. His eyes remained fixed on the words, but his mind was somewhere else. He had made a mistake. Maybe he should never have told me about his mother. Before that conversation, there had been questions about his family, but they had been easier to avoid. Now I kne
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