Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Caregiver : Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

Leah woke up suddenly. Her stomach hurt and she felt sick. She quickly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom. She held the toilet seat tight and knelt down, vomiting. The loud noises filled the quiet morning. Jeremy sat up in bed, worried."Baby, are you sure you're okay?" he asked, his voice laced with worry as he stood and moved closer to the door.Leah didn't respond immediately. When she finally got up, she looked pale and exhausted, her lips barely moving. "I don't know. I don't feel good at all. The test results should be sent to my email before the end of the day."Jeremy reached out and helped her back to bed. She lay there, her head sinking into the pillow, her face turned to the side. She looked so frail.Without saying a word, Jeremy bent and kissed her forehead gently. Then he turned and walked out of the room. A few minutes later, he was in the kitchen, pulling out ingredients. Eggs, bread, avocados, and tea.He prepared breakfast quietly but quickly. When the food was r

Sarah paced back and forth in her small apartment, her fingers nervously toying with the edge of her blouse. The sunlight that poured through the curtains did little to lift the heavy tension in her chest. Her phone had been silent all morning. No updates. No photos. No announcements.No news about Jeremy and Leah's wedding.She'd expected to hear something—anything. A date. A venue. A hint of the dress code. Something on social media. Anything.But there was nothing. Not a whisper. Not a trace. And the silence was eating at her.In a moment of desperation, she picked up her phone and dialed Monica's number. The line rang twice before Monica’s voice came through, distracted and slightly breathless."Sarah? Hello.""Monica, please tell me you have something. Anything. When is the wedding? Have they picked a venue? Who's designing her dress? Is it still a private affair?" Sarah’s words tumbled out quickly, each question laced with barely contained panic."I—Sarah, I'm sorry. I really do

“I'm going now,” Cassandra said to Ivan and Keira as she picked up her handbag and left for her hospital appointment. She was in remission but she still visited the hospital on days fixed for her appointments, just for regular checkups.After she left, the tension in the air became palpable, thick enough to slice with a knife. Ivan stood by the wide bay window of the Fisher residence, arms crossed, staring out at nothing in particular. His mind was full. Ever since the sighting of the scarred man in the company, he and Keira had been on high alert, their thoughts in constant motion, weaving strategies to shield Leah and Jeremy from whatever storm was silently brewing.Keira sat on the armrest of a velvet chair behind him, tapping a pen lightly against her lips, her brows furrowed in concentration. The open notebook on her lap was filled with messy scrawls—names, possible links, loose plans."We need to strike before they make their move," Keira said, breaking the silence.Ivan nodded

The evening was colder than usual, and a soft breeze carried dust and the scent of damp leaves along the quiet sidewalk. Ivan kept a cautious distance, his eyes locked on Sarah as she walked ahead, unaware—or so he thought—of his presence. The plan was simple: follow her, gather any useful intel, and report back to Keira and Benita. But Sarah’s steps didn’t falter. In fact, they seemed almost... deliberate.Sarah had noticed him. The moment he started tailing her, she sensed it. The soft rustle behind her, the occasional reflection in car mirrors, and the ever-present feeling of being watched confirmed her suspicion. She didn’t panic. Not yet. Instead, she allowed it. If anything, it was time.She mumbled under her breath, almost like speaking to the wind, "Come on..."As though he heard her, Ivan resumed trailing her discreetly, moving from one shadow to another, keeping himself mostly hidden. His heart thudded with anticipation and nerves. Something wasn’t right. Sarah was too calm.

Chapter: A Conversation in ShadowsLeah lay back on the couch, her head resting on the armrest, a blanket loosely wrapped around her legs. The soft hum of the air conditioner filled the room, blending with the distant noise of traffic. A cup of warm tea rested on the coffee table beside her, untouched. Her thoughts were heavy. The talk with Ivan had shifted something inside her. She wasn’t just processing the information—she was carrying it like a fragile glass bowl in her chest, afraid it might shatter.When Ivan left, Leah sat still for a long time, staring into nothingness. Sarah’s request to meet with Jeremy alone was a storm she didn’t see coming. And yet, here it was—raining doubt, uncertainty, and fear.After what felt like hours, Leah finally picked up her phone and dialed Jeremy.“Hey, baby,” Jeremy’s voice came through, calm and comforting.“Hi,” she said, her voice softer than usual. “Are you busy?”“Not quite. Just got back from the site. You sound off. Are you okay?”“I a