All Chapters of The Billionaire's Caregiver : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Maggie and Alfred had checked into a luxurious suite for their honeymoon. Their wedding ceremony had been magical, heartfelt, and full of laughter. Family and friends had gathered around them, not just to celebrate their union, but to honor the second chance that life and love had given them. Maggie stood by the window, her hair let down, brushing softly against her shoulders. She had changed into a silk nightgown—simple, elegant, and ivory white. Alfred, behind her, watched her reflection in the glass. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You look beautiful," he whispered, kissing the back of her neck. She smiled and leaned into his warmth. "And you look incredibly handsome in that robe." They both chuckled. The laughter slowly faded into a comfortable silence. They were together now. Officially. No longer bound by what had been, but united in what was to come. Alfred turned her around to face him. "Maggie," he said softly, holding her hand, "I know lif

The aroma of spices filled the air, dancing around the kitchen like a warm, familiar song. Leah stood in front of the cooking gas, her left hand stirring a pot while her right hovered over her laptop keyboard. She typed really quickly, like she was conducting a delicate symphony of taste and deadlines. A pot of simmering stew bubbled beside her, and her brow furrowed in concentration as she typed a quick email.Jeremy walked in, leaning on the kitchen doorway. He wore a soft smile and a hoodie that hugged his shoulders perfectly. His eyes scanned the scene: the laptop placed on the counter, Leah in her apron multitasking, the smell of peppers, tomatoes, and spices blending into something divine."Babe," he said, stepping closer. "You're doing too much."Leah didn't even look up, just chuckled and said, "I'm fine. Just trying to finish this email while the stew softens."Jeremy walked over, gently took the spoon from her hand, and moved her laptop a safe distance from the stove. "No.

The following days moved slowly for Leah. Though she stayed productive at work and focused on the wedding plans, there was a lingering tension inside her. Every time she stepped into the office with Jeremy, she couldn't help but notice how Benita looked at him. It wasn’t just admiration—it was something else. Leah couldn’t explain it precisely, but she knew what she felt. There was a subtle shift in the air whenever Benita was around Jeremy. A flicker in her eyes, a faint smile that lingered too long. Leah’s instincts rarely failed her, and now, they were screaming.Sitting alone in her home office one evening, Leah opened her phone to scroll through messages and emails. One text stood out—an anonymous message she’d received a few days before: "Keep your eyes on your man. Some women don't play fair." Leah had dismissed it at first, but now it haunted her.Could the message have been about Sarah? Or Benita?The timing was too strange. Sarah reappearing just as their wedding approached.

“Jeremy,” Leah said softly, twirling the hem of her sweater as they sat on the couch together. “I’ve been thinking about the wedding.”He glanced at her with a smile. “Yeah? You’re finally ready to talk about which designer you want for your dress?”She chuckled. “Not exactly.”“Okay, shoot,” he said, turning his full attention to her. “Whatever you want, I’m game.”She paused, drawing in a slow breath. “I’m not sure I want a grand wedding anymore.”Jeremy blinked. “Wait, what?”“I mean it,” Leah continued. “I know we’ve been planning something big—press, security, flowers, media… But now, I don’t know. I just want something… simple.”He tilted his head. “Simple how?”“By the lake,” she said. “Just us. Our families. A priest. No crowd, no photographers, no stage. Just vows, fresh air, and peace.”Jeremy studied her face. “Where’s this coming from? Is it about security?”“Partly,” she admitted. “But mostly because I’m tired. Every time we try to plan something big, something goes wrong

The morning started with raised voices echoing through the walls of the quiet home.Ivan and Keira were at it like old times, when they were still younger."Stay away from my stuff!" Ivan shouted, storming out of his room with a towel slung around his neck.Keira stood by the kitchen counter, arms crossed and visibly unimpressed. "But you come to my room as you please, Ivan. What kind of double standard is that?"Ivan threw his hands up. "That’s different! I was looking for my earbuds. You always misplace them.""Oh please," Keira scoffed, turning to open the fridge. "They were right on your shelf. Maybe next time you actually use your eyes.""You know what? I don't even know why I came back," he muttered, pacing across the living room."Neither do I," Keira replied without flinching. "No one begged you."Ivan stopped and turned, narrowing his eyes. "You know what? I'm out of here again. Maybe I'll just go stay with a friend."Keira didn’t look up from the glass she was filling with j