Lahat ng Kabanata ng Billionaire Daddy for sale : Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

The moment Sammy stepped out of Micheal’s office, her heart pounded with a storm of rage and humiliation. Her polished heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as she strode toward the elevator. She couldn’t believe how quickly things had spiraled out of her control, nor could she forget the protective anger in Micheal’s eyes when he called Yvonne his woman. The word echoed in her mind, each repetition stoking her fury.By the time the elevator doors slid open on her department floor, Sammy was fuming, her anger threatening to boil over. As she stepped out, she nearly collided with David, who was anxiously pacing back and forth in front of the elevator."Sammy!" David’s face, usually so composed, was drawn with worry. He reached out, gripping her shoulders tightly. "What happened? Are you okay?"For a moment, Sammy basked in his concern. His fingers were warm, his tone soft and almost tender—the kind of attention she’d longed for. But the reminder of what had just happened soure

David stormed into the house, slamming the door behind him with a force that made the walls tremble. The living room was dim, shadows stretching across the floor, and Sammy barely looked up from her place on the sofa. Her eyes followed him as he tossed his jacket onto a chair and loosened his tie, his face tight with frustration.“Rough day?” she asked casually, though she already knew the answer. It was a question she often posed, hoping he would share something—anything—but not her. Not Yvonne. David’s only response was a grunt as he headed to the kitchen to pour himself a drink. Sammy’s gaze returned to the magazine she’d been pretending to read, but the tension in her jaw betrayed her own frustration. She knew why he was upset; she’d seen the change in him over the past weeks, the way his mood darkened after every encounter or mention of Yvonne. It was always Yvonne—whether spoken or unspoken, she was the ghost that haunted their marriage.Although he speaks about her with resent

The hallway leading back to the master bedroom felt longer than Yvonne remembered. The villa’s elegant decor, usually so warm and comforting, seemed cold and distant. Her legs wobbled, her knees buckling beneath her as they moved. She felt the walls closing in on her, the weight of what had just happened crashing down like a wave she couldn’t outrun.Suddenly, the ground tilted, and Yvonne’s vision blurred. Before she could hit the floor, strong arms encircled her waist, pulling her back from the brink of collapse. Micheal’s grip was firm and steady, holding her close as she struggled to catch her breath."Yvonne," he said urgently, his voice a low, worried murmur. "Are you okay?"She couldn’t speak. Her throat felt tight, and the world spun as she clung to him. Her eyes were wide, unseeing, her mind trapped in a whirlpool of fear and doubt. Micheal’s heartbeat thundered against her chest as he held her, refusing to let go.Without waiting for an answer, Micheal swept her off her feet

The day went on as usual, despite the turmoil in the adult's mind.Micheal’s fear was palpable. He was clinging to Yvonne so much that the children had asked why their daddy is stealing their mommy’s attention all to himself.Micheal felt like if he looked away, Yvonne might disappear. He knew her past and despite acting along with her proclamation of being strong, Michael couldn't forget the onl word Yvonne had spoken to the woman. She had said “she already came between them.” Micheal was worried and it reflected in his sleep. Yvonne watched him toss and turn in the middle of the night. Sometimes holding her so tight she felt like her bone would break and other times, he would be covered in sweats.Yvonne woke the next morning with Micheal’s arms still wrapped around her, a quiet warmth radiating between them as the morning light began to filter through the curtains. For a moment, the memories of yesterday felt like a distant echo, softened by the peace she let herself feel despite

The night unfolded with an eerie stillness in the Langston home, broken only by the soft sounds of Yvonne and the twins moving up to bed. Jack and Lily had clung to her since the moment she had comforted them, refusing to let go of her hands as if she were their lifeline. They nestled beside her, each of them burrowing into her arms with a desperation that made Yvonne’s heart ache. She could feel their steady, rhythmic breaths calming, their bodies finally relaxing against her. But she knew the pain still lingered within them, quietly nestled between their small frames and the darkness of the room.As Yvonne lay there, staring into the dim ceiling above, she gently ran her fingers through Lily’s hair, soothing the child until she fell into a deep sleep. Jack’s hand rested on her shoulder, his little fingers curling every now and then, as if needing reassurance she was still there. Every so often, Yvonne could feel a soft hitch in their breaths, the remnants of their earlier tears, and