All Chapters of My Daughter Found Me A Billionaire Husband : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lily thompson The first thing I registered when I opened my eyes was the warmth of sunlight spilling across the curtains.The second thing was giggling.Not just any kind of giggling, the type laced with joy, mischief, and the comfort of someone who didn’t laugh like that with just anybody.I sat up, blinked hard, and listened.There it was again. Giggling. Followed by a deep, familiar chuckle that made the pit of my stomach clench.Ryan.I swung my legs off the bed and reached for my robe, heart already hammering. I was supposed to wake up before Isabella and prepare her for school. Mentally prep for my first day at Denzol. Not… this.Padding barefoot down the hall, I kept expecting the laughter to stop, but it didn’t. It grew louder. Warmer.I followed it to the kitchen.And froze.Isabella was perched on a barstool, whisk in hand, flour on her nose, laughing so hard she almost tipped over. And there—standing behind the stove—was Ryan.Shirtless.His back was to me at first, the mu

Lily Thompson First day of workI was about to open my door when Ryan held my hand.The warmth of his hand against mine shot through me. I turned my head to him, glaring and he immediately took his palm off“It’s your first day, I should walk you in. Mayb-” I didn’t let him finish“I think not. I can handle myself. I don’t need a chaperon.” I shot back, reaching for the door again.He raised an eyebrow, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You sure? It’s a jungle in there.”“Good. I’ve fought worse.”With that, I opened the door, stepped out, and shut it behind me with just enough force to say leave me alone.Denzol looked like the kind of place where heels were high, makeup was flawless, and people didn’t sweat—they glowed.I, on the other hand, was currently glowing from stress. My thrift-store blouse clung to my back, my shoes squeaked with every step, and my bag strap was starting to dig into my shoulder.This was it. First day. New job. Clean slate.I stepped into the front

Ryan EdwardsI should’ve walked in sooner.From the hallway, I’d heard just enough, Vanessa’s condescending voice, Lily’s silence thick with humiliation. It made my jaw tighten, made my fists curl.I should’ve walked in and almost jumped in to shut down Venessa and the fossil with the receding hairline questioning Lily’s worth.I could’ve ended it. One sentence from me; just one and that room would’ve fallen silent like a grave.Not before I could say anything, Lily rose and spoke up. She agreed to their conditions. She didn’t fold, she wanted to prove herselfLily didn’t speak on the drive home. Not once.She kept her eyes fixed on the window, but I wasn’t fooled. I saw the way her fingers kept pulling at the sleeves of her blouse like they were suffocating her. The way she shrank into her seat when we stopped beside a group of sharply dressed womenAnd the worst part? She didn’t say a damn word. She wouldn’t. That was Lily. Proud, steel-spined Lily, who would rather choke on glass th

Lily Thompson I stared at my reflection in the mirror.The maroon suit hugged my curves like it had been stitched just for me. The lady at the boutique knew what she was doing when she recommended this suit to me.The deep neckline of the jacket revealed just enough cleavage to command attention without screaming for it. I styled my hair to flow in soft waves over my shoulders, my makeup was subtle but flawless, and for the first time in a long time… I felt like I belonged in the room I was about to walk into.I stepped out of the bedroom, heels clicking across the penthouse tiles.Ryan’s head turned and he froze.His eyes roamed from the hem of my slacks, up the curve of my hips, pausing at my neckline before finally meeting my gaze.“Wow.” He cleared his throat and adjusted his tie like it was suddenly too tight. “You look… like you own the building.”I smirked. “That’s the goal.”Even Isabella clapped. “Mommy, you look like a movie star!”I ruffled her curls, heart fluttering with

Lily Thompson Something was off the moment Isabella got in the car.She didn’t bounce into the backseat like she usually did. No excited chatter about what her friends wore or who won at recess. Just a quiet “hi,” then silence, her backpack clutched in her lap like a shield.Ryan noticed it too. His eyes flicked to the rearview mirror. “Rough day, Bells?”She shrugged, staring out the window.I turned around in my seat. “Sweetheart? Did something happen?”“No,” she said too quickly. “I’m fine.”But she didn’t look fine. She looked like someone had taken the sunshine out of her.At home, she barely touched her after-school snack. No coloring, no cartoons, no asking if Ryan and I could help her pick between being a doctor or a pirate. Just quiet. Moody. Withdrawn.I sat beside her on the couch. “Izzy. Talk to me.”She crossed her arms. “I don’t want to.”“Did someone say something at school?”She didn’t answer. But her eyes filled, and she blinked fast like she didn’t want me to see. My