All Chapters of Billionaire's Lost Lover: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Everyone except for me as I was twisting my head to catch a glimpse of Hudson, who was wearing a white shirt and tuxedo jacket and looked extremely handsome but to my surprise, another man was walking Ellen down the aisle. The bride was absolutely radiant beaming and looked at everyone, from side to side, as she walked down her towards her waiting groom and the man was smiling happily and looking at her dotingly as if he had the right to be there, in a way I supposed had full right. I knew exactly who he was. It was none other than Hudson’s father, Leo Ford, the man who had given her life. He was her father in name. But who had never been there for her every single day? I looked around desperately for Hudson. Where was he? As I couldn’t see him anywhere. It wasn’t Leo Ford’s right to give away Ellen! I was outraged. How can he be so selfish, coming out of nowhere? But the most important thing was, there was Hudson. I should have been watching the service but I barely noticed that

Hudson POVHudson had finished smoking and was going back towards the dance floor, where he had left Callie but when he reached there he couldn’t find her and when he observed carefully, even his father was nowhere to be found. He clenched his fist and walked started looking for Callie. When Ellen saw her brother looking for someone, very desperately. She smiled wickedly and knew who the person was and rushed towards him.“Hudson, are you looking for Callie ?” Ellen grinned wickedly. “Ellen not now!” Hudson exclaimed. “What is with you two are you guys playing hide and seek, she was just looking for you and I told her I saw you going inside the hotel and now you are searching for her. Seriously you two love birds are too much.” Ellen said and punched his shoulder muscles. “What? And when did that happen?” He asked irritated. “Just ten minutes ago……….” And before she could explain Hudson walked past her towards the hotel entrance. Ellen grinned mischievously held her husband’s han

Hudson looked at his aunt and then at the bodyguards who were hovering around them, and then he spoke very softly and explained everything. Steffanie listened to him with patience and then her eyes sparkled with something and she said. “Hudson your father might have told her that because he was scared that if you got involved with their project the killer might harm you, as for Callie’s theory about your dad being her first suspect, it can't be ignored, as your dad did threaten her. And Hudson even I would advise you to stay away from the project for some time till the killer is caught.” “Most importantly, Callie can’t speak and it's more dangerous for her and I know you love her and would do anything to protect her but you need to think sensibly here.” Hudson wanted to tell her aunt that Callie was not dumb but decided against it as it might attract the killer's attention. And Jayden and Callie had already decided to let the matter stay as it was and not to tell anyone that Callie

Levi pulled a chair next to the bed. “How long has the attendant given you?” Logan said softy. Levi smiled mischievously and said. “fifteen minutes, but I'm not worried about him.” “ Fifteen minutes will not be enough time to tell you much. But I'll tell you this I just came back to Seattle and came to know that Callie, Emily's daughter is back in Seattle.” “What!” Logan exclaimed. “But why? Doesn’t she know this place is dangerous for her?” “Well, I think she’s got the taste of it already,” Levi whispered. “What did something happen to Callie ?” Logan said urgently and tried to get up. “Easy boy.” Levi held his hands preventing him from getting up. “ Behave yourself, Callie is fine, control yourself buddy you don’t want the attendant to call the officials.” “I want to meet my goddaughter Levi.” Logan said sternly. “But what will I tell her?” Levi said with confusion in her voice. “Tell her about my condition and just give her the hints to see me. I think she will definitely

I strolled along the gravel road and toward the dock along the lake. The sun was heavy in the sky. Morning light flickered on the water. There, silhouetted against the glow of the early morning, sat Leo Ford, sipping his coffee slowly. He seemed impossibly at ease, the wind barely disturbing his hair, his shoulders loose. But when at last he looked up and caught sight of me, the relaxed way he sat disappeared like morning mist in the sun. His spine stiffened, and his smile hardened to a stiffness, freezing into a mask of unhappiness. All warmth left his eyes and became a wary chill. He put his coffee aside with a sense of finality, bracing himself as I came towards him. A tension fell over him, as palpable as the humidity, hissing like static between old acquaintances who have run out of words a long time ago. Before I could even approach him, Leo Ford stared straight at me, his voice slicing through the silence between us. "I got nothing to say to you." He appeared older then the