Lahat ng Kabanata ng BILLIONAIRE DAUGHTER-IN-LAW: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. As I sat by the window, lost in my thoughts, the door creaked open, and in walked my grandmother, Mrs. Edgewood. Her presence filled the room with a sense of calm and reassurance that I had longed for. She looked at me with eyes that radiated both concern and love, eyes that had seen so much yet still held a softness for me.“Come, let’s have breakfast,” she said, her voice gentle but firm. “There is a lot you need to know, and we need to start making some adjustments.”I could tell how much she wanted to be with me, how much she wanted to bridge the years we had lost. The way she looked at me, with that blend of affection and determination, made me feel something I hadn’t felt in a long time—safe.As we walked down the grand staircase, the marble floors beneath our feet seemed to speak of the richness and age of the Edgewood estate. Every step echoed the legacy I had unknowingly become a part of. I co

The room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of the curtains as a gentle breeze drifted through the open window. I lay in bed, my body still weak from the fainting spell earlier that day. The weight of my responsibilities as an Edgewood was overwhelming, but more than that, the memories of the years I had lost—years spent in a world so far removed from the grandeur of this estate—hung heavily on my heart.I felt a familiar presence beside me and turned to see my grandmother, Mrs. Edgewood, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her eyes, filled with concern and love, met mine. She had aged gracefully, her silver hair framing a face that had seen so much over the years. Yet, there was a softness in her expression, a warmth that I hadn’t felt in a long time."My dear Anna," she began, her voice soothing, "I’m so sorry that you’ve had to go through all of this alone. I wish I had found you sooner. I wish I had known where you were, what you were enduring. But now that you’re home, I want to und

The memory of that day still lingers in my mind, a haunting echo of what could have been and what was lost. The smell of polished wood and the rhythm of feet moving in unison against the dance studio floor were once comforting to me, but now they only remind me of a friendship that slipped through my fingers like sand.It was my first episode at the dance school, a place that had once felt like a sanctuary, where I could lose myself in the music and forget, if only for a moment, the pain of my life with Mr. Idris. Dancing had always been my escape, the one thing that allowed me to feel free, even if just for a few fleeting moments. But that day, everything changed.Austin Miller had recently joined our dance group, and it didn’t take long for him to catch the attention of everyone, including me. He was tall, with a natural grace that made every movement seem effortless, and a smile that could light up the darkest room. I noticed how the other girls would steal glances at him, giggling

As I approached the sitting area, a knot tightened in my stomach. Every step felt heavier than the last, weighed down by the uncertainty of what awaited me. Samuel’s presence here was like a dark shadow creeping into the light of my new life, threatening to pull me back into the darkness I had fought so hard to escape. I had prepared myself for anger, for accusations, for the cold, bitter man I knew all too well. But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when I stepped into the room.There he was, sitting comfortably on one of the plush chairs in my grandmother’s opulent sitting room. And he was smiling. Not the usual smirk of mockery or disdain, but a genuine smile—a warmth that I had never seen on his face before. It was unsettling, to say the least. The man who had only ever shown me contempt was now looking at me as if he were an entirely different person.“Good morning, Anna,” Samuel greeted me, his voice soft and warm, as if we were old friends. “You look lovely today.”

It was early morning, and the Edgewood mansion was as grand and quiet as ever. My days had become a routine of endless learning sessions, as Grandma had taken it upon herself to ensure that I received the education I had missed out on. After realizing that I had never gone beyond basic schooling, Mrs. Margaret Edgewood was adamant about fixing this gap.She arranged for the best tutors to homeschool me. It felt overwhelming at first, but deep down, I knew she meant well. I spent hours every day pouring over books, studying subjects I had never imagined I would need to know. It was exhausting, but also liberating in its way. Each lesson was like a step forward into a future that I was slowly reclaiming.While I spent my days buried in books, Samuel… well, Samuel was doing what he did best—enjoying the privileges of the Edgewood name. By marriage alone, he had access to the wealth, power, and influence that came with being associated with our family. And he reveled in it. The title of "