All Chapters of My Daughter Found Me A Billionaire Husband : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lily Thompson We ended up in a nightclub downtown, lights flashing, music pulsing through the floor. I hadn’t been anywhere like this in years. At first, I was stiff, clutching my drink, too aware of the crowd and the cameras that might lurk outside. But Ryan stayed close, his hand steady on the small of my back, his voice low in my ear. “Relax,” he murmured. “Tonight, no one gets to touch you. You’re with me.” I didn’t know the last time I’d been inside a place like this. The lights flashed pink, blue, gold. Music thumped in my chest. People laughed, danced, shouted over the beat. For a second, I almost turned around and walked out, but Ryan’s hand pressed against the small of my back, guiding me forward. “You’re safe,” he said in my ear. His voice cut through the noise, steady, sure. I nodded, though my legs were stiff, my shoulders tight. He led me to a booth tucked into the corner, away from the worst of the crowd. The leather was worn, the table sticky, but it f

Lily Thompson My body burned, every nerve screaming yes. He grabbed my hand and without another word, pulled me through the crush of bodies, past the stares, past the music, into the shadowed hallway that led to the back of the club. He shoved open a door and dragged me inside, pressing me against the wall before it even shut behind us. His mouth claimed mine, his hands greedy, possessive, exploring as if he couldn’t get enough. And God help me, neither could I We managed to control ourselves, barely keeping our hands off each other until we got to one of the rooms in the club Ryan had paid for The door shut behind us, muffling the music, but the thrum of it still pulsed in my chest like a second heartbeat. Ryan’s grip on my wrist was iron, his eyes black with need. “You don’t know what the hell you’re doing, Lily,” he growled, pressing me against the wall. But I did. For once, I wasn’t going to be the one begging. I lifted my chin, smirking even as my pulse raced. “O

Lily Thompson The bass of the club was still thrumming in my chest when we stepped outside. My lips were swollen, my head a dizzy haze of alcohol, heat, and Ryan’s taste. I couldn’t stop touching my mouth, like my body wanted to remember him pressed against me in every way possible. The night air was sharp, cooler than the sticky warmth inside, but it did nothing to steady me. Ryan’s hand stayed at the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd spilling out onto the street. It should have annoyed me, the way he always had to be in control, but right now it felt different—like he wasn’t just guiding me, he was guarding me. I laughed, a breathless little sound, shaking my head. “You kissed me in front of everyone. Do you know how insane that was?” He smirked down at me, eyes catching the glow of neon from the club’s sign. “Let them look. None of them matter.” That line. God. I almost stumbled again, but he tightened his hand on me, steadying me with such ease it made my

Lily Thompson The moment his voice croaked out that he knew I would come, I almost broke. My knees threatened to buckle, but I forced myself closer, pressing my palm against his as if anchoring him to me. “You idiot,” I whispered, my throat thick. “You reckless, stupid, impossible idiot.” He gave a weak chuckle, his eyes still glinting even through the haze of pain. “That’s one way to say ‘thank you for not dying.’” My chest caved. A sob ripped free before I could hold it back. “Don’t you dare joke right now, Ryan. Don’t you—” My voice cracked as hot tears streamed down my cheeks. “You could’ve died. You took a bullet for me.” “And I would gladly do it again, ” he rasped, but his thumb brushed lazily over my hand, grounding me. I shook my head furiously, leaning closer until my hair brushed his chest. “You don’t get it. You don’t get to decide things like that. What was I supposed to tell Isabella if you had died, huh?” My words tumbled out between sobs, sharp, desperate

Lily Thompson Theo pulled the car smoothly to a stop in front of the building. The drive had been quiet all the way through, but the second the tires stilled, that silence turned suffocating. “Home sweet home,” Theo said flatly. His tone was so unlike him it startled me. I unbuckled quickly, moving to Ryan’s side. “Come on, careful,” I murmured, slipping an arm under his to help him out of the car. He groaned dramatically but leaned into me. “You love this,” Ryan teased, his lips brushing my hair as I steadied him. “Playing nurse for your wounded hero.” I rolled my eyes even as my heart ached. “You’re insufferable.” “Admit it, I’m irresistible.” He grinned, letting me take most of his weight as we shuffled toward the lobby doors. I glanced back over my shoulder, expecting Theo to follow, but he was still in the car, engine idling, his face set in stone. “Theo,” I called softly, “aren’t you coming up?” He shook his head once. “Not tonight.” The sharp sting of disa