All Chapters of My Daughter Found Me A Billionaire Husband : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Lily Thompson The heavy courtroom doors swung open, and the world outside crashed in all at once. Flashes of cameras, the roar of voices, microphones shoved forward like weapons. “Lily! How do you feel about the ruling?” “Do you think your stepfather will face jail time?” “Miss Thompson, what will you do with your inheritance now?” The noise swallowed me. My body felt too heavy to move. My chest was tight, my head pounding. For a moment, I just stood there, frozen under the blinding lights. Theo moved first, shielding me with his arm as though the crowd might swallow me whole. “Back up, give her space,” he said sharply, guiding me down the steps. Ryan was on my other side, his hand firm against the small of my back. “Keep your head up, Lily,” he murmured. “Don’t let them see you rattled.” But I was rattled. I was tired. Winning should’ve felt like a rush, but instead it felt like I had been wrung out, all the fight drained from me. I wanted silence, a dark room, just

Lily Thompson “So…” he began, his voice low, his eyes sharp on me. “Don’t you think it was… strange?” I frowned, turning toward him. “Strange? What do you mean?” “Your mother,” he said plainly. “Why did she fumble like that? This was her biggest chance to tear your stepfather apart, and instead she kept slipping, like she couldn’t remember the facts. She repeated herself. She sounded… lost.” My smile faltered a little. I hugged my arms around myself. “Ryan, she was nervous. She’s not young anymore. And courtrooms can shake anyone.” He shook his head, not convinced. “Nervous is one thing, Lily. But this wasn’t nerves. This was… something else. She looked like she didn’t even know who she was in there.” I sighed and pressed a hand to my forehead. I didn’t want to think about that, not tonight. Not when I finally had air in my lungs after everything. “You’re overthinking,” I said softly, forcing another smile. “She was just overwhelmed. It’s done now. We won. That’s what

Lily Thompson I stood outside my mother’s door with my hand frozen over the bell. The air was cool, the morning sun filtering through the trees, but my chest was tight. Too tight. All night I’d thought about it. The court win. The celebration. Ryan. Theo. My mother’s shaky testimony. And Isabella. Sweet, innocent Isabella, who had no idea the woman she called mummy’s friend was her blood. I pressed the bell before I could talk myself out of it. The door opened almost instantly, like she had been waiting. My mother smiled, too warm, too perfect, like nothing had happened in court. “Lily,” she said, pulling me in for a hug. “You look tired.” “I didn’t sleep much,” I admitted. My voice was low, guarded. She didn’t comment. Instead, she turned toward the living room. “Isabella’s still finishing her pancakes. She didn’t even want to sleep last night, she was so excited about the ‘victory party’.” A small smile tugged at my lips despite myself. “That sounds like her.” I fo

Lily Thompson Isabella was sprawled on the rug in the living room, her small fingers tapping away at my mother’s iPad like she owned it. “Careful with that, baby,” I warned halfheartedly, sipping my cold coffee. “I’m not doing anything,” Isabella chirped, eyes glued to the cartoon game on the screen. Then the device chimed. A sharp ding—not the sound of her game. A message flashed across the top of the iPad. Isabella frowned, tilting her head. “Aunt Rose’s phone is talking.” She squinted at the words, lips moving as she tried to read. Before I could react, Isabella scrambled up. “I have to give it to Aunt Rose!” she announced, clutching the iPad tight as she dashed for the stairs. “Isa—wait!” I jumped to my feet, but she was already halfway there. Her little socks slipped on the polished floor. She squealed as her feet slid out from under her. The iPad flew from her hands, clattering against the bottom step as she landed hard on her knees. “Isabella!” My heart stoppe

Lily Thompson “Lily, enough,” my mother snapped, her voice cracking like a whip. The gentle smile she had plastered on was gone now, replaced with sharp impatience. She shoved the documents closer to me across the coffee table. “Forget what you think you saw. Forget the damn iPad. Sign the papers.” I stared at her, stunned. My chest felt like it was caving in, like the air was being pulled right out of my lungs. “Forget what I saw?” My voice trembled, but it was thick with rage. “You want me to forget that you and Dante were texting? That you were in on this with him the whole time?” She rolled her eyes, folding her arms like I was being dramatic. “You’re overreacting. He tricked me just as much as he tricked you. Those messages don’t mean anything.” I shot up from the couch, my hands trembling as I snatched up the iPad from the table. I unlocked it with shaking fingers and held the screen out toward her. “Doesn’t mean anything?” I screamed, my voice breaking. “You were plot