All Chapters of My Daughter Found Me A Billionaire Husband : Chapter 21 - Chapter 26

Lily Thompson The question nagged at me: How did he afford that?And more urgently… who exactly was Ryan Edwards now?That night, I couldn’t stop thinking about the watch. Even after tucking Isabella into bed and reading her favorite book for the third time, my mind kept circling the same drain.He said he worked under Theo. That he was just another corporate man trying to get by.But nothing about that watch said “just another man.”After cleaning up the kitchen, I found myself lingering in the hallway between our rooms, unsure if I should knock. Ask. Demand. Snoop.Instead, I went to my room and flopped into bed, dragging the covers up like a shield. But sleep wouldn’t come.So I opened my journal.And I remembered.College. Junior year.It was raining. Not the romantic kind of rain either. It was one of those sleety, sideways torrents that made your socks wet and your books soggy.I had waited for Ryan for over an hour. We had plans. Big ones. I was supposed to meet his parents.In

Ryan EdwardsThe office emptied with the slow hush of after-hours, but my mind kept hammering one truth: a single half-believable excuse wasn’t enough. If Lily stayed suspicious, every glance, every question would slice a little deeper until the whole façade bled out in front of her.I needed something ordinary, something that looked like the real life of a mid-level employee who definitely didn’t own penthouses or private jets.That was why I’d rented the small apartment in the first place.Time to use it.I found Lily at her desk around six, packing her laptop. She didn’t glance up.“Hey.” I kept my tone light. “Small panic. Theo needs tomorrow’s payroll review sheets. I, uh, left the signed originals at my place.”She slid her gaze to me. “You can scan them in the morning.”“Finance needs them queued tonight. Audit window.” I held up my phone, screen lit with an exaggerated string of frantic messages from Theo (I’d drafted them to myself). “If I cab across town I’ll miss Isabella’s

Lily ThompsonI was going to lose my mind.My body hadn’t calmed down since yesterday. Not even close. That man,Ryan, was messing with my entire nervous system. My skin felt too tight. My throat dry. My core? Flooded like a damn faucet had burst open down there and wouldn’t stop.And now here I was, at nine-freaking-thirty in the morning, legs curled up in bed with my phone in one hand, scrolling through what could only be described as the horniest section of the internet: the sex toy section.The names alone were sending me into cardiac arrest. What in God’s name was a “ThrustMaster 3000”? And why did it have attachments that looked like they belonged in a sci-fi movie? Then there was the “Bunny Bender” complete with rotating beads, pulsing ears, and something labeled “triple intensity.” Triple intensity? I was struggling with just the single intensity of Ryan’s voice in my head.There were Clitoral suction, curved shaft, rabbit ears, quiet mode…That one got a hard stare.I wasn’t ju