All Chapters of Billionaire Daddy for sale : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Micheal drove back home with a heaviness in his chest, the weight of his own choices pressing down on him like a curse. His so-called revenge against Sammy had left him no victor—only another casualty. What was supposed to be justice felt more like poison. Watching that couple tear each other apart had given him no satisfaction. Instead, it brought him flashes of Yvonne’s suffering, the wounds she had endured when her world collapsed because of their actions. And that realization cut him deeper than anything Sammy could ever do. By the time he pulled into his villa, the silence inside welcomed him like a cruel reminder of what he had lost. The air felt too still, too empty, and it crushed him. He walked into the living room, every step heavy, and collapsed onto the couch, dragging a hand down his face. His thoughts betrayed him, drifting to the past few weeks. He remembered the laughter that filled their days, the soft moments when Yvonne’s smile lit up everything around her. Their

Yvonne was squatting in the far corner of the guestroom terrace at Amy’s home, her phone clutched tightly in her hand as though it carried her whole future inside it. The night air was cool, brushing gently against her damp cheeks, carrying with it the faint chirp of crickets in the distance.The children had long been tucked into bed, their peaceful breathing like a soft lullaby that comforted her even from afar. Amy and her newborn must also have drifted off to sleep—or so she thought—until the sound of hurried footsteps drew nearer.Yvonne startled, springing to her feet like someone caught in a secret act. But before she could speak, she found herself enveloped in a tight embrace, familiar warmth folding around her. The delicate scent of baby oil mixed with Amy’s perfume filled her nose, grounding her instantly.Startled at first, Yvonne melted into it, her heart squeezing as Amy whispered into her hair, her voice trembling with passion.“I am so proud of you, Yvy. You’re the brav

The bistro smelled of lemon oil and warm bread, sunlight pooling across the linen tablecloth as Aurora Langston chatted and laughed with three of her closest society friends. The four women were a practiced constellation of glances and compliments—bright smiles, polished hands, the effortless chatter of people who had never had to worry about a bill. It was a Monday indulgence: oysters to start, a light fish course, and then coffee and petits fours. Aurora had insisted on treating; it was the sort of small, public generosity that kept her name circulating in the right circles.They toasted, they gossiped, they posed for the obligatory photos. Conversation skimmed from the newest charity gala to the latest home renovation that simply had to be seen. The table hummed with that secure, insular warmth Aurora had always cultivated. For the first hour, everything was exactly as it should be.When the waiter returned with the bill, Aurora slipped her black card from her clutch like an aftert

Richard Langston had been filled in on the details of Sammy’s scheme days ago by Micheal, and ever since, the matter had gnawed at him.Over a quiet cup of tea, his son had shared the truth. For the first time in his adult life, Micheal had opened up to him—not with casual words, but with the raw guilt, pain, fear, and dismay the incident had brought into his life.It broke Richard’s heart.His son had given up on him long ago, weary of a father who always kept silent, who always yielded to Aurora’s will. In that silence, Richard now saw his greatest failure—not that he had disagreed with his wife, but that he had let her have the final say, every time.That night, he had promised himself something: never again would he support his wife’s cruelty.The divorce agreement had been drafted and tucked away, a last resort he could barely bring himself to face. He had still clung to the faint hope that Aurora might come to her senses—that she might finally realize Yvonne had suffered enough,

The next morning, the business world woke up to a storm.A breaking news headline flashed across every major network:“Langston Matriarch in Crisis — Divorce and Betrayal Shake the Core of the Family Dynasty.”A leak from Langston Group’s internal affairs had slipped to one of the top news stations during the night, and by dawn it was everywhere.It shocked everyone who knew the Langston couple. The power pair, who had always been paraded as untouchable, were suddenly on the brink of divorce.The source claimed Mrs. Aurora Langston had broken the oath of familyhood and was now being outcast by both her son and her husband.“Is this true? What will befall the social belle?” the commentators asked, their voices dripping with speculation.It was juicy gossip for society, a feast for tabloids, and supposedly a disaster for the Langston Corporation—or so people thought.But what shook everyone even more was the identity of the leak.It hadn’t come from an outsider.It came from Micheal Lan