All Chapters of My Daughter Found Me A Billionaire Husband : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lily ThompsonI didn’t think. I couldn’t.If I let myself hesitate, I’d picture his mouth on mine, his voice saying my name, his arms caging me against the wall like I belonged there. And if I pictured that, I wouldn’t leave.So I packed.Messy. Rushed. Shirts half-folded, pants jammed into a bag. Isabella’s dolls crammed between clothes, her pajamas wrinkled, her toothbrush tossed in without care. I didn’t look back at the closet. I didn’t care what I left behind.My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I grabbed it, stared at the screen once, then set it back down. No more. No more Ryan in my ear, no more lies in that low, intoxicating voice.He could keep the phone. He could keep everything.I still had the advance he paid me. His money, yes — but right now, money meant escape. And I didn’t care if it was blood money or guilt money. I would use it to buy freedom.“Mommy?” Isabella’s small voice drifted from the doorway. She rubbed her eyes, hair sticking out like she’d been in a fight w

Lily ThompsonThe next morning, I painted my face in war colors — eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass, lipstick so red it should’ve come with a warning label and slipped into a dress that clung like a second skin. The kind of dress you wear when you want men to look twice, and when you want one man to choke on his own regret.The look on Ryan’s face when I stepped out of the bedroom was worth every ounce of humiliation I’d felt the night before.His jaw clenched. His eyes dragged down my body like magnets, and then snapped back to my face, sharp. “You’re not wearing that to work. Change”I smirked. “No.”“Lily—”“Ryan,” I cut him off sweetly, tugging my blazer on but leaving it open. “You said I could come and go. Remember? No locks. No guards. No touching unless I asked. Those were your words.” I leaned close enough that only he could hear me. “And I’m not asking.”His nostrils flared, but he said nothing. Just followed me silently out the door, like a man escorting his own execution.

Lily ThompsonHe led me into the elevator.The elevator doors closed. My heart was still racing from the press conference.I crossed my arms and glared at him. “What now, Ryan? Going to give me another speech?His eyes burned into mine. He didn’t say a word.The silence made me even braver. I stepped closer.“Unlike you, I always keep my promises. I said I would humiliate you and I wouldn’t rest until I have done just that”The bell dinged at the next floor. I made a move to step out.That’s when his arm shot around my waist. “You’re not going anywhere,” he growled.“Ryan—let me go!” I pushed at his chest, but he lifted me like I weighed nothing. My protests echoed in the empty hall as he carried me straight into his office.The door slammed shut behind us.“Put me down!” I snapped, wriggling in his grip.He set me down, but only long enough to push me against his desk. His body pinned mine there. His eyes were dark, dangerous, hungry.“You think you can whisper filth in my ear in fro

Lily Thompson If there was a handbook for surviving humiliation, I’d buy it in hardcover.Maybe two copies. Annotate both. Highlight. Dog-ear the pages.Because nothing, absolutely nothing prepared me for waking up the morning after Ryan Edwards tied me up, spanked me twenty times, and then… yeah. Let’s just say it ended with me clenching like a sinner in church.And what did he do this morning?Did he look at me like the woman he wrecked against his desk?Did he act like someone who had kissed me until I forgot my own name?No.He buttered toast. He read emails. He hummed.Hummed.Like he hadn’t dragged me to the edge of sanity the night before. Like I wasn’t sitting across from him with a bruised ego and thighs that still remembered the weight of his shoulders.I kept my eyes on my coffee.I did not sneak glances at him.I did not notice how relaxed he looked, how unbothered, how smug.And when Isabella asked, “Mommy, why’s your face red?” I nearly spit coffee across the table whil

Lily Thompson I typed like a woman possessed, clicking through articles, blogs, even scrolling through a couple of shady forums where half the advice was written in Comic Sans. Didn’t matter. I devoured everything, desperate for a crack in Ryan’s cage.“He’s clever,” I muttered under my breath, scrolling through another wall of legal jargon I barely understood. “But even clever men make mistakes. And if there’s a loophole, I’ll find it. I don’t care if I have to pay someone every cent of the advance he gave me—I’ll buy my freedom.”My reflection in the screen looked grim. Determined. A little wild. But it was the only thing keeping me from sinking into the quicksand of his lies.I pictured myself walking into some lawyer’s office—no, storming into it—throwing down the contract and demanding they tear it apart line by line until it bled flaws.Because this wasn’t just about pride anymore. It was about survival.My fingers tightened around the mouse. “He won’t own me. Not again.”And y