All Chapters of Billionaire's Firecracker : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The orange light of the setting sun filtered through the hospital blinds, casting long shadows in the room. After a good shower and some thorough housekeeping, the room was cleaner than it had ever been: new sheets, new clothes, his discharge papers tucked into a navy folder on the tray table, and Anna’s cardigan draped loosely over the back of a chair.Liam sat at the edge of the mattress, his arm resting in a better-quality sling, and his expression unreadable. There was a stiffness to the way he breathed, like his body was finally registering how exhausted it was. Anna hovered nearby, folding small things into a duffel bag, ready for departure. Ethan would be here any minute now.A soft knock caught their attention before the door swung open to reveal Ethan, dressed in slate-gray slacks and a fitted black shirt. He looked the same as always: sleek, composed, and just a little too alert for a man who claimed to ‘just assist’. Behind him, a hospital orderly wheeled in a chair, silent

The early morning lay draped in a soft hush, the world still rubbing the sleep from its eyes. A pale wash of gold bled slowly across the horizon, brushing the rooftops and treetops with gentle light. Cool air carried the scent of damp earth and faint blooms, each breath crisp enough to wake the senses.Somewhere in the distance, a lone bird called out, its song the only thread in the quiet, while dew clung to leaves like scattered beads of glass. The house woke slowly, starting with muted footsteps in distant halls and later, the distant clink of breakfast being set in the sunroom. Curtains rippled gently where the windows were cracked open to the cool morning breeze.Anna stood barefoot by the window in Liam’s bedroom, wrapped in his robe, and one hand resting absently on the curve of her belly. Her gaze drifted out toward the gardens: familiar, yet altered by absence. She hadn’t been back in this room, this house, since the day she left.That day had left the walls quieter, the staf

The knock came days later, just after noon; three sharp raps, quick and precise, cutting through the muffled hum of the summer air. The sound reverberated off the walls, steady as a heartbeat he didn’t trust.Liam sat behind his desk, the coffee beside him long gone cold, its bitter scent curling faintly upward. Dust motes drifted in the shaft of sunlight spilling across the papers he hadn’t touched in an hour. His fingers curled against the wood, the edge biting into his palm.He didn’t need to see the door to know.The weight in the air shifted, like the moment before a storm breaks, just as the handle turned. The hinges gave a slow, deliberate groan, and the thin slice of darkness beyond the threshold seemed to breathe toward him.“Mr. Parker,” the man said as he stepped inside. Daniel Shore was a lean, well-dressed, unassuming man, the kind of man who never drew attention until he needed to. He’d been Liam’s investigator for four years. Loyal. Discreet. And now… carrying the one t

Days passed in a blur, almost like a dream. Anna sat in the sunroom, cradling her chamomile tea and her other hand resting gently on the small curve of her belly. Things had unfolded more easily than she ever dared to hope. When she first arrived, she had braced herself for the heavy silence she remembered and the coldness of old habits, but instead, the house had surprised her. It felt warmer now, somehow alive. For the first time, the walls didn’t echo with emptiness. For the first time, it felt like home.The flowers were just beginning to bloom, tiny bursts of color she hadn’t noticed before. Everything looked different now, touched by a softness she couldn’t quite name. She let her fingers trail across her bump as her mind drifted to summer a year ago, when she believed happiness was fleeting. Now, with the sun on her face and life growing inside her, it felt as though the world was giving her a second chance.Anna shifted in her chair, her palm absently circling the swell of her

Anna sat by the window at the airport’s VIP lounge, her fingers tracing the condensation on her glass of water. Liam disappeared for a few minutes, promising vaguely that she’d thank him later. A mixture of nervousness and excitement she hadn’t felt in years fluttered in her chest, and the hum of travelers blurred around her. A trip. A real vacation for a girl who had grown up with hand-me-down shoes and secondhand dreams. She still couldn’t wrap her head around it.She had packed carefully, folding and refolding her dresses, aiming for perfection. She even slipped in a small notebook and pencils in case the island inspired her. Her bump was beginning to show, and she’d chosen clothes that made her feel comfortable but still pretty. She wanted to look good for her first real vacation. She wanted to feel like she belonged in the world he so easily moved through.Minutes later, Liam slid into the seat beside her, placing his warm hand on hers. Even in worn denim and a simple white T-sh