All Chapters of The Billionaire's Perfect Mistake : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ace's POVThe tires crunched against the polished stone driveway as I turned into the estate. The gate had opened automatically, just like it always did. Years had passed, but nothing had changed.The same tall hedges trimmed to perfection. The same white pillars lining the front of the house like soldiers. The same damn silence.It was still massive. Cold. Immaculate.The house looked more like a museum than a home. All glass and marble, with its grand staircase that curved like something out of a painting. I stepped out of the car slowly, and there she was.Angel.Standing right at the entrance.Her red hair whipped softly around her face in the breeze. Her arms folded tightly over her chest like she was holding herself together.I barely had time to open my mouth when a hard slap landed on my left cheek.The sound cracked across my face before I could breathe.“You fool,” she hissed, voice shaking but full of fire. “Mom is upstairs. Go check on her.”She turned to walk away, but

Azalea's POV“Are you sure you’re not going?” Lara asked, waving the resort ticket in my face like it was the golden ticket to Willy Wonka’s factory.I stretched my legs out on the couch and poured myself a glass of juice. “Nah. I just want to rest,” I shrugged, leaning back as I picked up the remote and flipped through the TV channels.“Don’t you want to go chill with the billionaires on a Saturday afternoon?” She teased, popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth.“Don’t forget the tickets are two. You can go if you want,” I replied without even looking at her, my eyes glued to the Netflix menu as I scrolled through the new releases.Lara scoffed dramatically. “I can’t go without you. The tickets were specifically given to you, by Noah.”She said his name with a tone that made me roll my eyes. “C’mon, it’s not that deep.”“It is that deep,” she argued, but I was already focused on the movie I’d just picked. Some cheesy romantic comedy that looked like it wouldn’t require me to use my

ACE POV'This is her address.'That was the text that popped onto my screen as I drove slowly down the street. Noah's name glaring back at me like a warning, or maybe an opportunity. I couldn't tell with him anymore. Sometimes, his so-called 'help' came with strings attached.But this… this one? I was taking it.Angel's words echoed in my head as I turned the steering wheel with a shaky grip."Go to her. That's what a proper man would do."I sighed under my breath, glancing at the passenger seat beside me. The neatly wrapped chocolate box and small bouquet of fresh flowers sat there like a peace offering, an apology I wasn’t sure would be enough.I had stood in front of my closet for almost an hour before I left, trying to pick something, anything, that made me look less like the mess I was and more like someone worth forgiving.Cream shirt. Black pants. Simple, clean, but sharp enough to hide the nerves eating at me.The street came into view, and for a second, I slowed my car down

Ace's POVIt didn’t go how I pictured it.Honestly, I thought I’d be standing on the porch right now, humiliated, maybe with flowers thrown in my face and the door slammed shut.I’d prepared for that.I told myself I’d deserve it.But here I was, sitting in her living room, organizing the baby playhouse, like some suburban dad who actually had his life together.The playset clicked into place as I tightened the last piece. It wasn’t rocket science, but for some reason, my heart swelled with this weird, unfamiliar pride when I looked at it all done.Azalea hovered nearby, her arms crossed, watching me. She offered to grab me something to drink, but I waved her off.“I’ll get it,” I told her. “Relax.”Without thinking twice, I made my way to the kitchen like I’d been there before, like I belonged here, even though part of me knew I didn’t.The kitchen was small, but cozy, just like the rest of her place. Warm, welcoming. It screamed home.I could hear her footsteps behind me as she foll

Ace's POV I sat in my car in the parking lot, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles had turned white.“Please, do this for your dad.” My mom’s voice echoed in my head. She sounded soft and tired from the phone call earlier.I let my head fall back against the seat, staring at the roof of the car, like it could somehow give me answers. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to hand over my company like some peace offering to the man who never saw me as enough.The same man who spent years building his empire while tearing down every ounce of self-worth I ever had.And yet… my mom. After all the years. After all the bruises, seen and unseen, she still begged on his behalf.I squeezed my eyes shut, my jaw clenching so hard my teeth started to ache. The steering wheel creaked under my grip, and before I could stop myself, my fist slammed into it.The sharp sting in my knuckles barely scratched the surface of the storm brewing inside me.I sh