All Chapters of Loving The Billionaire Gone Wrong: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Christian had just stepped out of the elevator, heading towards Emma's room when he spotted a group of people leaving Emma’s hospital room. His gaze instinctively swept over them, taking in the sight of the older man at the front who wore a resigned expression, his shoulders slightly hunched as if carrying a weight too heavy for him. Beside him, a woman walked with a stiff posture, her lips pressed into a thin line of irritation.It was the last person in the group that caught his attention. The young woman walked slightly behind the others, her head bowed low, long strands of dark hair flowing over her face, hiding her features. But Christian’s eyes lingered on her for a second longer than necessary. Something about her presence triggered an odd sensation within him—a sense of familiarity he couldn’t quite place. His brows furrowed slightly as he tried to recall where he had seen her before. He could only catch a glimpse of her delicate nose, the curve of her chin beneath her lo

The tension in the airport lounge was thick, pressing against Emma as she tried to make sense of the situation. Just moments ago, she had been ready to leave New York behind. Now, she stood in the middle of a bureaucratic nightmare, unable to board the plane despite having done everything by the book. Her fingers curled tightly around her phone as she listened to the airport official explain—again—that they had received strict instructions preventing her from traveling. “We have been informed that you recently underwent major surgery, Dr. Morgan,” the airport manager said, his tone polite but unyielding. “For your own safety, and based on medical advisories, we cannot allow you to fly at this time.” Emma’s heart pounded. How did they know that? The only ones who were supposed to have access to her medical records were the hospital staff and herself. Her gaze flickered to Christian, who stood beside her, arms crossed, lips pressed in a thin line. He had sensed something was w

The days passed in a blur as Emma worked tirelessly to settle back into New York. Between her new position as a visiting medical consultant and her ongoing recovery, she barely had a moment to herself. But despite her packed schedule, one thing took priority above all else—finding the perfect school for Claire.After thorough research and numerous calls, Emma had finally settled on one of the most prestigious private schools in the city. The curriculum was excellent, the environment warm, and most importantly, it felt like the right place for Claire to thrive.The final step in the process was the admission interview. Emma had expected it to be routine—just a few questions about Claire’s background, education, and personality. But as she sat across from the school's admission panel, she quickly realized the interview was more intrusive than she had anticipated.“Ms. Morgan, could you tell us a little about Claire’s father?”Emma stiffened slightly. The question wasn’t unexpected, but

Emma gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she drove through the city. The confrontation with Allison had left her a bit shaken. Even though Allison hadn't figured out the entire truth; the thought of someone like her knowing about Claire’s existence made her stomach churn. She had done everything to keep her daughter a secret, to ensure that no one—especially David—ever found out. And yet, with just a few photos and some speculation, Allison had come dangerously close to unraveling everything. Emma exhaled sharply and tried to push the thoughts away. She needed a distraction. Something—anything—to clear her mind. It wasn’t until she slowed at an intersection that she realized where she had driven. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked at the familiar gate in front of her. The amusement park. Her amusement park. Or at least, it used to be. Her eyes wandered to the park, closed off from visitors. The park had been closed off ever since David gi

As Emma walked away from David, she didn’t turn back. She didn’t hesitate. She just left.Just as she reached her car, her phone rang. It was the hospital number. She froze for a second before answering.“Dr. Morgan?”“Yes, speaking.”“Henry is awake,” the voice on the other end said. “Your presence is needed at the hospital.”Her grip tightened on the phone. “I’ll be there as soon as possible.”Ending the call, she yanked open her car door and slid into the driver’s seat. Turning the key, she expected the familiar hum of the engine, but instead—silence.Emma frowned. She tried again. And again. The car refused to start.“No, no, not now,” she muttered under her breath, trying once more. The car remained dead.Her fingers trembled as she pulled out her phone to call her mechanic, but after several attempts, all she heard was,‘The number you have dialed is currently switched off’“Damn!” Emma exclaimed angrily. She needed to be at the hospital immediately; why wouldn't her car start?