All Chapters of My Daughter Found Me A Billionaire Husband : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lily Thompson I sat at the long oak table, my palms pressed flat against the smooth surface, trying to still the tremor in my fingers. The files my lawyer had spread out between us looked endless—thick stacks of papers, photocopied receipts, legal stamps, neatly bound statements. They smelled of dust and ink, but to me, they carried the stench of lies. Ryan sat beside me, his hand resting lightly on my chair, a silent anchor. Theo leaned forward across from me, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on the papers like he wanted to tear holes through them. My mother sat opposite too, lips pressed thin, arms folded, as though she were here out of duty and not concern. My lawyer, pushed one file closer to us. “This is what they’ve filed so far,” he said, tapping the stack. “Your stepfather’s counsel presented records that appear to show your late father’s companies in debt. Significant debt. According to these papers, he had no assets left when he passed.” I swallowed hard. “Is that true? W

Lily Thompson The cameras flashed before I even got out of the car. Reporters pressed forward, voices overlapping, microphones shoved almost into my face. “Miss Thompson , how do you feel now that the debts are being questioned?” “Do you think you’ll finally win your father’s inheritance?” “Are you afraid for your daughter’s safety with all the threats flying around?” The last question made my chest tighten. Isabella. Ryan’s hand came to the small of my back, firm, steady, guiding me past the frenzy. Theo moved closer on my other side, his arm brushing mine as he leaned toward the crowd. “No questions right now,” Theo said calmly, his voice smooth but commanding. “We’ll answer later. Please step back.” I kept my head down, trying to breathe, but my heart was hammering. This wasn’t just court anymore. It felt like a stage, and the whole world was waiting for me to fail or rise. Inside the courthouse, it wasn’t much better. The gallery was full, the press tucked in

Lily ThompsonBefore I could protest, he was already grabbing my notes from the back seat. Theo could be annoyingly stubborn when he wanted to be.Inside, the house was quiet. Ryan’s shoes were by the door, which meant he was home. My chest gave an involuntary little thud, but I ignored it, leading Theo into the living room.The coffee table soon disappeared under textbooks, highlighters, and scraps of paper. Theo rolled up his sleeves and leaned forward, all business. “Alright. Let’s start with the section you hate most.”I groaned again, but he wasn’t having it. He explained patiently, breaking down business jargon into something that almost made sense. He cracked little jokes, teased me when I messed up, praised me when I got something right. And even though I wanted to stay annoyed, I found myself laughing more than once.“You see?” he said, pointing at one of my notes. “You’re not hopeless. You just need the right coach.”I raised a brow at him. “Coach? Please.”“Give me a whistl

Lily Thompson Now it was time to show more proof and evidence that discredits my step father and his claims “Your Honor, if I may, I’d like to present my response to Exhibit C.” The judge nodded. Diary mode activated, I thought. Let’s tick these off one by one. We had spent the weekend gathering evidences to dispute all his claims. Point one: Previous hospital records. “These records from St. Mary’s Hospital, a hospital where the late Mr Thompson had gone for an all around medical check up a week before his death show that in his last year, my client’s late father was still making clear decisions. The nurses here noted he was alert, oriented, and capable of managing his affairs.” She looked right at my stepfather’s lawyer and smiled. “Not exactly the confused old man you described, huh?” Point two: Witnesses. We brought in two of his neighbors who had seen him often during those months. Both testified he was forgetful sometimes—like any sick man—but he knew who he w

Lily Thompson My lawyer’s face changed. Not a small shift. Her jaw locked. She mouthed something quick to the paralegal. The paralegal’s hand flew to the folder in surprise. “Objection,” my lawyer said, steadying herself. “This came out of nowhere. We demand proof of authenticity and an immediate forensic review.” The stepfather’s lawyer smiled in a way that did not reach his eyes. “We have notarized signatures and two witnesses. The document was filed with the county last month. It is real.” The judge looked from one lawyer to the other. “Is this a new submission?” he asked. “Yes, Your Honor,” the stepfather’s lawyer said. “We found a later testament. It supersedes the earlier will.” I felt the room tilt. Heat rushed to my face. My hands went numb. All the hard hours of digging. All the bank records. The videos. The witnesses. Everything felt fragile. Easy to sweep away with one new line on a page. “Your Honor,” my lawyer said, but her voice had lost a bit of edge. “