All Chapters of Taming Mr Billionaire : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Daniel POV I sat in my car, as my fingers drummed against my knee, my mind replaying to the moment I saw her. The lights in the city reflected everywhere, even past the tinted windows of the car, but I wasn’t focused on it. Vanessa. She was stunning tonight. Even from a far distance in the crowd where I had been watching, I could see how the dress molded to her body, how her confidence radiated as she stepped into her dream. And then—him. Edward. I had expected him to be there. Hell, I had expected him to make a show of it. He always did. But watching him pull Vanessa into that kiss? That felt like a punch to the gut. I shouldn’t have cared. I shouldn’t have even been there, hidden like a coward, watching from afar. But something in me couldn’t stay away. I needed to see her—to remind myself of why I had to fight for her. Yet, I hadn’t stepped in. Because I knew. Tonight wasn’t about me. It was about her. And maybe that was why I stayed in the shadows, gripping

Vanessa POV I got back to the mansion with Mandi, exhaling in relief as the door shut behind me. Bella went home. I was holding my breath and I wasn’t even aware until now. I could hear my heart still beating loudly in my chest as I leaned against the door, gripping my phone so tightly to the point where my fingers ached. That call. Someone had been digging into Liam’s birth records. Someone had been looking for his father. I sighed deeply, moving a shaky hand through my red hair. My thoughts were spiraling out of control, with the worst of possibilities flooding my mind. Who? And why now? I had a horrible suspicion. Mandi and Bella asked what happened when we left the restaurant, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak up. I adjusted my skirt, walking past the door and into the living room. The penthouse was a little lively, the nanny I recently hired was watching over Liam, Gwen and James. The lively city hummed from the outside. But all that, did nothing to calm me. I

Vanessa POVThe atmosphere was dark, and the air smelt very thick, heavy, suffocating. I knew this place. Knew it too well.A dull glow of a single bulb blinked over my head, causing shadows to form on the cracked walls. I felt my pulse race in my ears, a troubled rhythm that matched the sharp click of polished shoes against the concrete floor.No.I felt my stomach turn violently as I forced myself to move, but my legs wouldn’t cooperate. My feet felt like lead, my breath caught in my throat. I wasn’t here. I couldn’t be here.“Vanessa.”The voice echoed over me like honey already poisoned —sweet, deceptive, and deadly afterwards.Something wasn’t right.The voice came again, Low. Deceptively soft.“You thought you could run from me?”My blood ran cold.I knew that voice.I spun around, my pulse pounding against my ribs, and there he was—Kaz, standing in the shadows, his black eyes fixed on mine. He walked forward, the little light striking the sharp lines of his face, and the snee

Daniel’s POV I couldn’t take it anymore. I tried—God knows I tried—to give her space, to let her figure things out without pushing. But each day that passed, knowing she was slipping further away from me, gutted me in ways I didn’t think possible. I stared at the apartment keys on my kitchen counter, a sleek silver chain attached to a rose-gold flower. I’d just finalized the arrangements this morning. Wendy had been relocated into a high-rise unit two blocks from my penthouse. It was secure, monitored, and came with a personal bodyguard I’d hired to keep her out of trouble, and out of Vanessa’s orbit. I told Wendy it was for her own good. She didn’t argue. Maybe she knew, deep down, that whatever we had was long gone. And maybe I was done pretending otherwise. I turned the gift box over in my hand, a soft leather wrap tied neatly with a gold ribbon. Inside was a custom bracelet: simple, elegant, etched with the words: Still Yours, Always. It wasn’t grand. It wasn’t meant to

Edward’s POV The wheels of my private jet touched down with a gentle bounce, but the moment was anything but smooth for me. Rome had been a success. The business deal was closed, the Roman investors had signed off on the proposal, and my company stood to gain millions in international expansion. On paper, I had everything to celebrate. But I didn’t feel victorious. All I could think about was Vanessa. Her voice on the phone two nights ago had been so… distant. I knew her well enough to hear what she didn’t say. Something was wrong. And my gut hadn’t stopped twisting since that call. The driver was already waiting when I exited the terminal. I nodded stiffly at him, dropping into the backseat and telling him to head home. I didn’t even take off my jacket. My mind was racing too fast. I’d texted Vanessa from the car, just a simple: I’m home. I missed you. No response. Odd. Ten minutes passed. Still nothing. By the time we pulled up to the house, tension coiled in my c