Semua Bab The mysterious Billionaire's Wife; a lost heiress.: Bab 41 - Bab 50

~ Mia POV~I glanced at the portraits on the walls — they were so beautiful. They reminded me of Robert's own collection: the style, the quality, and, most of all, the artists' names. Robert had five major artists whose works decorated the entire mansion. Even his office wasn’t exempt. He loved paintings, especially those created by California’s finest.I walked side by side with Jake as we toured the Cole Orphanage. A large hall stood within the gates of the property — it was where the children gathered to pray and hold their regular Christian services. Volunteers, including Catholic reverends and sisters, came weekly to support them. The orphanage housed about seventy children, but what saddened me most was the fact that they received so few donations.As we continued the tour, we reached a section filled with small chairs and a whiteboard. These were elementary classrooms, designed for the younger ones — ages three to ten.“Is there no high school for these children?” I asked Jake,

~ Robert’s POV~“Mia!” I called out, shaking her vigorously, but she drifted into unconsciousness. I grabbed her belongings and hurriedly drove her to the hospital.After she was placed on admission, the doctor assured me she would be fine. I sat beside her, waiting for her to open her eyes.My phone buzzed. It was Dennis.“Sir, the mess has been cleaned up,” he said.“Make sure you properly dispose of the corpse,” I instructed. “And keep looking for Mr. Johnson. This time, make sure you do a good job,” I added before ending the call.Earlier that day, I left the house to attend to some business. What I never told Mia was that I was going to Compton because I had found her father there. Mr. Johnson was captured by my men, but somehow, he escaped during interrogation.He had been tied to a chair in an abandoned building when I arrived. He hadn’t been beaten, but he had been starved.“Mr. Johnson Ross. Long time no see,” I said, dragging a chair to sit in front of him.“What do you want

~ Robert’s POV~My heart raced as I saw the sadness on Cora’s face. She’s been nothing short of a mother, a woman who took me in and nurtured me like her own son. After I lost my memory in the woods, I was brought to Compton, where I stayed with Mr. and Mrs. Hidson. They were poor, yet they worked tirelessly to ensure I had food on my table.I held tightly to my steering wheel as hot tears gushed from my eyes.“The last time you visit those people will be the last time you ever see them,” James had once threatened me—long before he knew I was his son. I was like a dog to him, cleaning up his mess and obeying his every command.“I said I will visit some other time!” My mind drifted again to the moment I shouted at Mia—not because I was angry at her, but because I was angry at myself.For being away so many years without the courage to return and pay my respects. I was ashamed and couldn’t bear to face them, as though I had never known them.What explanation will I give to Mia? Would sh

~ Mia POV~ I didn’t know what came over me, but one thing was certain, I was trembling. My hands, my lips, even my breath quivered uncontrollably. “What don’t you understand, you good-for-nothing forgotten child?” Victoria barked, her voice cutting like a whip as she stormed toward me in rage. Her words barely registered. They were nothing compared to the storm of fear pounding in my chest. My lips moved on their own, murmuring words that came from the deepest pit of my heart. “Don’t die… you can’t die…” Victoria’s fingers tangled harshly into my hair, yanking me up from the ground. Pain shot through me, but the scream I wanted to release never came. My lungs felt caged, strangled. She shoved me onto the bed, and I landed hard—directly against Robert. “Keep him warm! Is that so hard for you?” she hissed, her breath ragged with fury, before storming out of the room. I froze, my body pressed to Robert’s bare chest. His skin was cold, frighteningly cold, and his pulse so fai

~Robert POV~ The tense air around us thickened as I kissed her with intention. My thoughts raced through moments when it all felt like a mistake, something that should never have happened. Yet deep inside, I knew I had fallen for Mia from the very first day I set my eyes on her, that moment in the coffee shop where she worked. Her beauty had radiated like a diamond before me, pure and untouchable, and her eyes—clear as crystal made me long for her with each passing day. The kiss we now shared, this moment with no restrictions and no shadow of regret, steadied my heart from the storms that had once troubled it. Perhaps this was the love I had been fighting to win from Mia—the kind of love that blooms only from an honest heart that carves its truth into you. I pulled back from the kiss, just an inch apart. I didn’t want to look desperate; I didn’t want her to regret it later. But as I stared into her longing eyes, begging silently for more, the truth of who I was struck me again. I