All Chapters of Secret Billionaire Divorcee: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Caroline’s Point of ViewMy breath catches in my throat as I look at Adrian, my son’s words still ringing in my ears. The weight of Liam’s declaration—his innocent but heartfelt wish—hangs between us like a delicate thread, waiting to be acknowledged, waiting to be addressed.Adrian kneels down so that he’s eye level with Liam, his expression gentle but serious. “Hey, buddy,” he says softly, reaching out to ruffle Liam’s hair. “That’s a really big thing to say.”Liam nods eagerly, his small hands gripping the hem of my coat. “But it’s true! You pick me up from school, you take care of Mommy, and you even buy me ice cream. Isn’t that what daddies do?”I open my mouth to say something—anything—but nothing comes out. My chest tightens. I should tell Liam that it’s not that simple, that calling someone a father isn’t just about ice cream and school pickups. But I can’t bring myself to say it, not when Adrian is looking at Liam with such warmth, not when Liam is looking at him like he’s th

Knoxx‘s Point of ViewI barely look up from my laptop when Dolly struts into my office, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor. I already know she wants something. Dolly never shows up without an agenda."Did you hear?" she starts, plopping down into the chair across from me without an invitation. "The International Jewelry Design Competition is coming up."I exhale sharply through my nose, still typing. "And?"Dolly leans forward, eyes sparkling with excitement. "And it’s the perfect opportunity for me! I’ve already submitted my designs, and I know I’ll make it to the finals."I finally look up, unimpressed. "You seem awfully confident.""Of course I am," she says, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "You saw my latest collection. It’s groundbreaking."I don’t comment. I don’t care about jewelry or competitions, but I know Dolly’s ambition won’t let her drop this topic easily. She’s been obsessed with making a name for herself ever since she came back into my life. I d

Dolly‘s Point of ViewI watch as Adrian walks away, hand in hand with that boy, Liam. Knoxx is tense beside me, his jaw clenched so tightly I swear I can hear his teeth grind. His hands are shoved into his pockets, but I can see the twitch in his fingers. He wants to punch something—maybe Adrian, maybe the wall, maybe even himself.I take a slow breath, schooling my expression into something soft, something understanding. Then, I step closer, slipping my hand through his arm, pressing against him. "Knoxx, don’t let him get to you," I say gently, tilting my head so I can meet his dark, storming eyes. "You know how Adrian is. He just wants to make you angry. And that boy—his son—he’s probably the same as him. Like father, like son. You shouldn’t take anything they say seriously."Knoxx exhales sharply, his eyes still trained on the direction Adrian disappeared. "That kid..." he mutters, voice low.I feel my breath catch. Something about his tone sends a ripple of unease down my spine. "

Caroline’sPoint of ViewLiamcrashes through the front door first. His little feet slap against the floor ashe kicks his shoes off thrilled. "Mom! We're home!"I lookup from the stove. Garlic and butter smells float in the air. The kitchen feelswarm compared to the cold outside, but it's nothing like the warmth that startsto spread in my chest when I see my son. His messy hair, his pink cheeks fromthe cold, his bright eyes that always seem to be full of joy. It makes me stop,and I grip the wooden spoon I've been stirring with tighter.Helooks happy. Really happy.Adrianenters right after him, his presence filling the room, like he's always been apart of this place.I gulp.For asecond, I let myself think—the impossible dream that pops up before I can pushit away. The view of them together like this coming into the house bringing thechilly air, their laughter mixing with the home I've created. It's risky tothink this way.Topicture a future that can't be real.Afamily.

Caroline’s Point of ViewDinner has a warm familiar feel, the kindof comfort I never knew I missed until I had it again. Laughter echoes throughmy apartment—Liam's cheerful giggles blend with Adrian's deep chuckles, while Penelope'splayful comments weave through it all. The aroma of home-cooked food hangs inthe air enveloping us like a gentle hug.For the first time in ages, I feelcomplete.Adrian sits next to me fitting into thespace as if he belongs here. And the thrilling feeling part is—he does.He reaches across the table to help Liamcut his food. He steadies the boy's hand as he guides the knife through themeat. He makes sure the vegetables stay on Liam's fork when he tries to pushthem aside. His movements show no doubt, as if this is natural to him.Liam doesn't mind. He loves the attentionenjoying every moment.I swallow hard. Something tightens in mychest.Penelope though, is watching. She'swatching me.I know what her eyes say without lookingup.I give her a ste