All Chapters of My Daughter Found Me A Billionaire Husband : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Lily Thompson I told myself I didn’t mean to think about it. Theo’s kiss. The warmth of it, the way his hand lingered against my arm, the certainty in his voice when he told me I deserved better. But no matter how many times I shook my head, no matter how many times I whispered that it was wrong, it crept back into my thoughts. In class. In the library. Even while making breakfast for Isabella. And every time it came back, Ryan’s face followed. The way he had looked at me that day. The storm in his eyes when he saw us. I pressed my hands into my face, groaning quietly. What had I done? Two days passed. Two days without a word from Ryan. No texts. No calls. No car in the driveway at night. At first, I told myself he was busy, that he was handling work, that he needed space. But by the second night, when Isabella asked where he was for the third time, my chest clenched so tight it hurt. “Maybe he’s traveling for work,” I told her with a smile I didn’t feel.

Lily Thompson I knew something had shifted the second I saw them. Ryan stood at the far end of the room, his arms folded, his jaw tight. Theo sat closer to me, flipping through his notes, but his focus wasn’t on the paper in front of him. Both of them were quiet. Too quiet. The air felt heavy, thick enough to choke on. “Did I miss something?” I asked, looking between them. “No,” Ryan said sharply. Theo didn’t argue. He only glanced at me, his eyes steady but guarded. And that silence told me everything. Something had happened between them. The rest of the day passed in pieces. Class blurred, faces turned into shadows, voices melted into noise. I couldn’t focus. My thoughts circled the same question over and over. What are they hiding from me? When class ended, Theo walked with me toward the car park. He carried my bag without asking, like he always did. “You’ve been quiet,” he said softly. “So have you,” I replied. He gave a small smile, but it didn’t rea

Lily Thompson Ryan had been pacing for almost half an hour. He kept running his hand through his hair, his shirt half unbuttoned, his breathing uneven. I sat on the couch, hugging a pillow to my chest, watching him like I was waiting for a bomb to go off. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Ryan, just say it. Whatever you’ve been holding back, just tell me.” He stopped, his back to me, his shoulders rising and falling. For a long moment, he didn’t speak. Then he turned, and his eyes met mine. They were darker than I had ever seen them. “You want the truth?” His voice was low, rough. “Yes,” I whispered. “No more walls. No more lies. I need the truth.” He sat down across from me, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. His hands shook as he clasped them together. “I left you because I was a mess,” he said finally. “Not because I stopped loving you. Not because I didn’t want you. I left because I was drowning, and I thought I’d take you down with me if I stayed.

Lily Thompson The morning after the photo came, I woke up to shouting outside my window. At first, I thought it was the police back with news. My heart leapt, pounding fast. But when I pulled the curtains, what I saw made my stomach twist. Cameras. Reporters. Microphones held high. Dozens of them. Flashes went off the second I appeared. Shouts filled the street. “Lily, do you have any updates on your missing daughter?” “Is it true Ryan Edwards is being investigated for drugs and mafia ties?” “Are you staying with him now that his past is public?” I dropped the curtain fast, my body shaking. Ryan was already downstairs. His phone buzzed nonstop, his face pale but hard. “They know,” he said before I could even ask. His voice was flat, empty. “Know what?” I whispered. He slid the phone across the table. A headline filled the screen. “Billionaire Heir Exposed: Ryan Edwards, Addict with Mafia Ties.” My knees almost gave out. I pulled the phone closer, scroll

Lily Thompson The papers sat on the table like a trap. Legal words, thick stamps, signatures waiting for my hand. My stepfather’s demand was clear. Drop the inheritance. Give him everything. Then, and only then, Isabella would be returned. The police advised against it. The detective leaned across the table, his tone firm. “If you give him what he wants, there is no guarantee he’ll release her. You may be handing him everything for nothing.” I stared down at Isabella’s photo clipped to the ransom note. Her face was streaked with tears, her hair messy, her little hands clenched. “I don’t care,” I whispered. “If there’s even a chance, I’ll take it.” Theo’s voice broke in, steady but urgent. “Lily, think about this. He’s manipulating you. Once you sign, it’s gone forever. You’ll have nothing.” I lifted my eyes to him, tears burning. “I don’t care about money, Theo. I don’t care about property. She is my daughter. If this is the price, I’ll pay it.” Ryan’s voice was roug