All Chapters of One Night With Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

It's been two weeks now and Ace hasn't heard anything from the person he sent to look for Maya.Did Amber really succeed in killing Maya? Why wasn't the man bringing him any response? Has he been discovered by Damian? Was he in police custody?Ace sat on the bed motionless as the doctor dressed his wound. He was so deep in thoughts that he couldn't even feel any pain. Just then his phone screen lit up and he checked and realized it was a message from Julio, the man he sent to search for Maya. He quickly opened the message and a sigh of relief escaped his lips as he stared at the photo. Just then, Amber walked in. "Your plan failed Amber, Maya didn't die. She's safe and sound," Ace said with a mocking smile as he watched Amber's face pale and her eyes widen. "How? Why? You hurt her and I also stabbed her so how the fuck is she still alive?" "I had someone check every hospital here and the person just sent me this," Ace said showing Amber a picture on his phone. "What? This…this c

The hospital room had grown quieter. Dennis and Amayrah were asleep again, curled together on the couch with a blanket wrapped around them. The nurse had just finished her last round for the evening, and now the only sounds were the steady beeping of the monitor and the soft hum of the air condition.Damian sat by Maya's side, his fingers lightly brushing her wrist. She was awake, resting against the pillows, her expression calm but thoughtful. For a while, neither of them said anything. There was a heaviness in the air—one they both had felt growing for days."Damian," she said softly, turning her head toward him, "can you tell me everything now?"He looked up, and though he had been expecting this, it still knocked the breath out of him."You deserve the truth," he said after a long pause. "All of it."Maya nodded. "Please. I need to know what happened to me… how I ended up so far away from all of you. I keep getting flashes, but they don't make sense."He took a deep breath, leanin

The morning light poured gently into the kitchen as Maya sat at the table, sipping her tea. Amayrah’s laughter echoed from upstairs as she played with Dennis, and the quiet hum of peace settled over the house like a soft blanket.But peace wasn’t enough.Not yet.Damian entered the room, a towel slung over his shoulder, his shirt slightly damp from the short jog he’d taken around the estate. He leaned down to kiss Maya’s cheek, then moved to pour himself a cup of coffee.She waited until he sat across from her before speaking.“I want to see her,” Maya said quietly.Damian looked up, brows drawing together. “See who?”“Amanda.”He froze, his mug halfway to his lips. “Maya…”“I want to talk to her. Alone.”“No.” His answer came swift, firm, protective. “You’re not ready. You just got back, you’re still recovering—emotionally and physically. You don’t need to—”“I do,” she cut in gently. “I need to look her in the eyes. I need to know what’s real and what was just manipulation.”“Maya…”

The warehouse was damp and cold, hidden on the outskirts of the city where no one dared to venture after dark. Crates were stacked high along the walls, the air heavy with dust and secrets. A single bulb flickered overhead, casting long, jagged shadows that danced ominously across the concrete floor.Ace stood by a rusted steel table, tapping his fingers impatiently. His wound had mostly healed, but the stiffness in his shoulder still throbbed with each pulse. Amber stood a few feet away, arms folded, her dark eyes scanning the entrance every few seconds."She's late," Amber muttered, annoyed. "Typical.""Let her be," Ace replied, a strange edge to his voice. "She's been in hiding since the explosion. Getting out unnoticed takes time."Amber rolled her eyes, but said nothing.Just then, the heavy steel door creaked open.A figure stepped inside, her silhouette framed by the dim glow of the moonlight. Lisa.She looked thinner, harder. Her hair was tied back in a tight braid, her eyes s

The manila envelope was on his doorstep when Oliver opened the door early that morning. No address. No markings. Just his name scrawled in neat block letters.Inside was a USB drive and a single photograph.The image made his stomach knot—a still frame from a surveillance camera showing Amanda sitting in the garden of the safehouse, speaking with someone whose face was conveniently obscured by a tree. The timestamp aligned with a day when only Ron and Damian had clearance to visit.Beneath the photo was a note:"You're not the only one she talks to."Oliver didn't waste time. He shoved the photo and drive into his coat pocket and sped off.⸻Within the hour, he was standing in Damian's office, the envelope spread across the table as Ron looked on silently.Oliver crossed his arms. "This was on my doorstep. Someone's trying to play with my head. But I thought you should see it."Damian picked up the photo, studied it with a cold gaze, then nodded toward Ron. "Check the footage from the