All Chapters of My Daughter Found Me A Billionaire Husband : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lily ThompsonThe room froze.Ryan’s stare was sharp. Savage. His fists clenched like he’d just walked in on a damn crime scene.Before I could say a word, before Brandon could lean away or explain, Ryan was already moving.Brandon barely saw the punch coming.“Ryan!” I screamed as Brandon stumbled backward into the shelf, knocking over a stack of sample boards.“What the hell is wrong with you?” I shoved Ryan back, my heart slamming against my ribs. “You can’t just walk in and punch people!”“He was trying to touch you!” Ryan snapped, chest heaving, his voice gravelly with rage. “He had his damn lips almost on yours!”“And I very much wanted that!” I shouted back before I even thought about it. The words left my mouth like a slap, silencing everything.Ryan froze.His eyes widened slightly, like the weight of my words hit harder than any punch ever could.For a beat, the room was silent. Brandon wiped blood from his lip, slowly straightening, but I didn’t even look at him. He grabbed

Lily ThompsonSomething isn’t adding up.I don’t know when the suspicion started exactly—maybe it was the third time Theo “had to check with someone” before answering a board member’s question. Or the moment I realized he never actually signed anything himself. But today, it’s crystal clear: Theo’s just the face. Someone else is running Denzol.And that someone? I’m starting to think it’s Ryan.Of course, it sounds insane. Ryan barely acts like he’s interested in corporate structure—he teases interns, lounges around with that infuriating smirk, and never says much at meetings. But it’s in the way people act around him—tight smiles, stiff backs. Like he’s the one they’re all really scared of.I file the thought away for later. Right now, I’ve got bigger problems: it’s Bring Your Parents to School Day.I spot Ryan before he even reaches the car. Of course he’s early. And of course he’s wearing a navy-blue shirt that fits him like a sin. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t do a double take w

Work hours went the same with me still noticing enough to know that Theon wasn't completely in charge and Ryan was more than just a regular employeeBack at home, after picking Isabella up from school with her nonstop chatter of how everyone was being nice to her now.I packed a suitcase and zipped it halfway and paused, staring at the chaotic pile of clothes still draped over the bed. Work blouses. Heels. A black silk slip I packed on impulse, then buried under a blazer as if hiding it from myself.Ding-dong.I blinked.The doorbell startled me more than it should have. I padded barefoot to the front door, tugging my oversized T-shirt down over my thighs. When I opened the door and saw the box sitting there, plain, brown, innocent and I almost burst into laughter.It had arrived.Oh no. Oh no no no—I looked around. No sign of Ryan or Isabella. GoodSnatching the box like a guilty shoplifter, I slammed the door and rushed back into my room, heart thumping like I was smuggling contrab

Lily ThompsonI woke up to the weight of morning light spilling across the room in long, golden shafts. My eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the soft glow stretching over the hotel room. At first, I didn’t remember where I was. And then I turned my head and saw him.Ryan.Sleeping innocently. Hair tousled in that infuriatingly perfect way. Chest rising and falling with the kind of ease that made me want to crawl onto him and mess it all up.God.I swallowed, hard.His arm was flung over his head, bicep taut, mouth slightly parted like he was in the middle of a dream. I could see the curve of his abs just under the hem of the sheet—one of his legs poking out. And below that…Jesus Christ.Was he hard?I blinked again, sat up very slowly, trying not to disturb the bed. My eyes dragged back down, and yeah, yep, morning wood confirmed.I should have looked away.I should have.But something wicked in me stared instead, soaking it all in like a girl parched.I didn’t even realize I’d

Lily ThompsonJesusHis mouth found mine like it never forgot the shape of it.There was no hesitation. No soft beginning. Just fire. Instant, searing, all-consuming fire.The moment our lips met, it was like the dam I’d built inside me cracked open. Six years of silence. Six years of buried memories. Six years of wanting, resenting, aching.And all of it came rushing out through that kiss.His hand cradled the back of my head, tilting it with the same quiet dominance I remembered like he couldn’t bear to waste a second. His lips were hot and hungry against mine, and I felt the groan rise from his chest before I heard it.It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t careful. It was desperate. Like he’d spent every second of every year craving this, and now that he had it again, he didn’t know how to stop.I melted into him, fists clutching his shirt like it was the only thing tethering me to earth. When his tongue slid into my mouth, tasting me like he’d earned the right to remember, a sharp jolt ran