The Billionaire's unseen heir のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Lydia was in the middle of her sitting room folding her laundry when her phone buzzed with a message from Gabriel.Gabriel: Hey babe, I need your help urgently. Please come to this address. Don’t freak out, it’s nothing bad. I just really need you right now.She blinked at the message, heart leaping to her throat. Gabriel? Urgent? She didn’t hesitate. She tossed the folded shirt back into the basket, grabbed her handbag, and slipped on the first sandals she saw.The address he sent wasn’t familiar. It led her toward the outskirts of the city, a less busy area with long, quiet roads lined with trees. As her ride dropped her off, she stepped into a narrow walkway covered in overgrown ivy and trees. For a second, her instincts whispered this is strange. But then, soft music—gentle piano chords—started playing from somewhere deeper within.She followed it, each step slower than the last.As she moved further in, the surroundings transformed.The dim path opened into a dreamy garden spac

The night was filled in an unsettling stillness, the kind that made every creak of the floorboards echo like thunder. Inside the dimly lit room, Daniela sat on the cold floor, staring blankly at the brightening lantern. The baby—her baby—lay asleep in a tattered basket nearby, his tiny chest rising and falling in innocent rhythm. He was a picture of peace, unaware of the storm filled in his mother’s heart.Her eyes were swollen from nights of silent weeping. She had not known peace since the day she discovered she was pregnant. Now, each time she looked at the child, guilt clawed at her chest. She had carried this baby inside her, nourished him with her own body—but he reminded her of everything she wanted to forget. The shame, the pain, the helplessness.She rose to her feet slowly, limbs trembling as if the air itself weighed her down. The room creaked as she moved toward the basket. Her fingers hovered above the baby’s soft body before she gently wrapped him in a large piece of ny

Dark clouds thickened above the palace like a warning, casting long shadows that crept along the courtyard stones. A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the occasional rustle of dry wind against the banana trees that lined the palace fence.Alexander stood stiffly near the throne room window, eyes fixed on the sky. When the priest finally arrived, the guards ushered him in with reverence. The old man’s steps were slow, but his presence demanded respect. His hair, thick and snowy white, spilled down to his shoulders like ancestral feathers. His robe, dyed deep maroon with sacred herbs, carried the scent of ancient incense.He bowed slightly, then looked up. His eyes—milky but sharp—settled on Alexander’s face. “You sent for me, Your Highness?”Alexander gestured toward a mat. “Sit. There is trouble in the land.”The priest slowly lowered himself, folding his legs under him. “I know,” he said softly, voice like wind brushing through dried leaves. “The spirits whispered last ni

The evening of the engagement party felt like a dream to Lydia. The grand ballroom was bathed in warm, golden light. Crystal chandeliers hung high above, their glimmering reflections dancing across the polished marble floor. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries, depicting stories of love, fortune, and legacy. Every corner of the room was carefully designed to evoke luxury, but it was the people who made it truly come alive.Guests murmured and laughed in soft clusters, champagne glasses clinking as they raised their toasts to Gabriel and Lydia. They had all come from different walks of life—wealthy socialites, business moguls, close friends of the family. But tonight, there was one thing that united them all: the promise of the future, the joining of two lives. Gabriel stood at the center of it all, a striking figure in a tailored suit, his posture confident but warm as he greeted guests. He was the picture of a man who had everything under control. But as his eyes scanned

The palace air brimmed with anticipation, thick like a brewing storm. Inside the grand hall, the scent of burning incense drifted from gold-plated bowls, curling in the air like whispers from the ancestors. Soft drums echoed in the background, played by two palace boys, steady and ceremonial. The marble floors had been scrubbed to glass-like shine, reflecting the rows of candles burning along the corridor.Alexander sat on the throne, robed in deep crimson, his royal crown resting heavy on his head. His face was unreadable—a mask of calm, yet behind his eyes, something stirred. Pain. Memory. Resignation. This was not how he envisioned choosing a queen.Beside him, a guard stood silently, holding a scroll with the names of the maidens. The chamberlain motioned, and the doors opened.One by one, the virgins began to enter.The first maiden, Awele, stepped forward with her head lowered, her feet bare, anklets chiming with each timid step. She was beautiful—smooth dark skin, full lips, an