All Chapters of BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Flora stared at her reflection in the mirror, adjusting the silver necklace that adorned her neck. The emerald dress that was chosen for her clung to her figure perfectly, but she could not help but wonder if it would be enough to make Jayden notice her presence.It was a simple, elegant gown, chosen specifically to be understated. Tonight was not about her. It was about Lisette Kensington’s forty-sixth birthday, an event that required Flora to be presentable but invisible.Three years of marriage, and still he looked through her as if she were made of glass. She smoothed down the fabric with trembling hands.Her gaze drifted from her reflection to the silver-framed photograph on her dresser. It was their wedding picture. Her smile in the picture was real and full of a young girl’s hope. She remembered that girl, the one who watched Jayden Kensington from afar in the school hallways. He was a senior, popular and handsome, and she was just the gardener’s daughter. She never thought he w

Sleep did not come. Flora lay awake in the guest bedroom, staring at the patterns the moonlight made on the ceiling. Every time she closed her eyes, the image of Jayden and Melissa on her bed burned behind her eyelids. The night had grown old, and the mansion had fallen silent save for the tick of the grandfather clock in the hall. She picked up her cell phone on the bedside table, the screen displayed the time—3:17 AM. Sleep would not come, not with the image of Jayden and Melissa burned into her mind like a brand. She hesitated a little before she dialed the only number she knew by heart. It rang three times before a groggy voice answered. "Hello?" Sasha's voice was thick with sleep. “Flo… do you know what time it is?” Just hearing her sister’s voice made a sob catch in Flora’s throat. “Sash,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I am sorry to wake you. I cannot… I just—” There was a quick rustling on the other end as Sasha sat up in bed. "Flora? What is wrong? Are you crying?"

JAYDEN’S POV ‘I want a divorce.’ Those four words had been running laps in my head all morning, like some mental marathon I didn’t sign up for. Since Flora dropped that bomb on me, I couldn't shake the thought. How? How could she want to walk away from everything now? I paced my office restlessly, trying to piece together what the hell went wrong. This wasn’t just a personal mess—it was a business nightmare waiting to happen. If things got ugly, it would blow up in our faces, and the company would take a hit too. I couldn’t afford a scandal at this moment. My mother would disown me before she let that happen. And, honestly, I wasn’t ready to lose Flora. She had grown on me, like an old habit I didn’t know I would miss until it was gone. I hadn’t exactly been eager to marry her at first, but after three years, marriage does something to a man. Flora—well, she’s a good woman. Obedient, hardworking, humble. She’s never in my way, never seeking the spotlight, and most importantly

FLORA’S POV I was downright baffled when someone from Le Jardin—one of the most expensive restaurants in Rockshire showed up at the Kensington estate with a food delivery. Apparently, it was my husband’s order. Now, I had never had the pleasure of tasting their gourmet meals, though I had always been curious. Maybe I even daydreamed about it. I almost texted Jayden to ask why the servants were suddenly arranging and decorating the dining table like we were hosting royalty. And why he felt the need to drop a small fortune on restaurant food when we had a fully staffed kitchen. But then I remembered—he stopped replying to my texts ages ago. Honestly, why bother? For all I knew, it could’ve been another Kensington family dinner, where everyone gets together to blatantly judge the rest of Rockshire. Frankly, I wasn’t up for it tonight. I was already preparing to fake an illness, maybe something dramatic enough to keep me locked away in the bedroom while they critiqued the world on

FLORA’S POV The harsh brightness of the room hit me the moment I opened my eyes, making me wince and squeeze them shut again, waiting for the ringing in my ears to settle. For a brief moment, I felt like I was floating, weightless, but my entire body ached like I had been thrown down a ten-story building. Something warm touched my arm, and then I heard a voice—a voice I knew too well. “Oh my God, you’re awake. You made it.” I blinked a few times, staring up at the ceiling, slowly piecing together where I was. My head felt heavy, but I managed to turn it to the side and saw my mom, her bittersweet smile tinged with tears. She rubbed my arm gently, like she was trying to ground me back to reality. “Mom?” I croaked; my throat dry. “What are you...?” My voice trailed off as memories flooded back. The last thing I remembered... I glanced down at my body, panic creeping in. Then I looked at my mom, her eyes silently pleading with me to stay calm. She nodded, trying to reassure me. “Yo