Semua Bab Marrying The Billionaire Who Healed Me: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Eunice’ POVI was still a child when my dad died. From that moment onward, my mother never gave me a reason to question her loyalty to his memory. I had never seen her with another man—ever. Her life was a seamless loop between the company and home, except for the occasional business trip overseas. She lived with discipline, precision, and a quiet sadness that told me she had loved my father deeply and buried any hope of loving again.So now, standing in the boardroom, hearing this stranger claim to be my mother’s son—my supposed half-brother—was like watching my entire world being pulled from beneath my feet. There was simply no way she had a child I didn’t know about. If she had, I would’ve known. We were inseparable before Tyler came… well…This wasn’t just about protecting my mother’s reputation. It was about dismantling a baseless, outrageous lie—a lie that threatened to smear her legacy and drag me into a storm I didn’t ask for. If this were true, it wouldn’t just shatter my tru

Tyler’s POV“Did he just say island?”I blinked, confused, trying to process what Mr. Tiago had just said. I thought we had a clear agreement—he was supposed to take me to her villa.Not wanting to jump to conclusions, I took a mental step back. Maybe I should give you a little background so you’re not lost in this situation.Back in Green City, while making arrangements for this trip to Portugal, I’d reached out to Mr. Tiago through a travel and logistics site. We chatted briefly, and he’d assured me that he could take me to Josie Morgan’s villa. That was the only reason I hired him in the first place.According to him, since her villa was the main reason for my visit, he’d help me gain access. What he didn’t know—or need to know—was the exact nature of my visit. When I told him I wanted to visit Josie Morgan’s villa, he mentioned that many tourists came there too. But here was the catch: if he came with me as a guide, I would be granted entry. If I went alone, I’d likely be turned a

Tyler’s POVI closed my eyes and sighed again, but my heart—pounding against my chest like a war drum—refused to calm down anytime soon. They say a thief who has stolen from a mall becomes terrified at the mere sight of the police, even when the officers aren’t after him. That fear? It’s not from guilt alone. It’s from knowing he’s done wrong and dreading the consequences.That was me.If I hadn’t done Eunice so wrong, I wouldn’t be scared of approaching Mrs. Josie Morgan now. But I had. And I was terrified.Mr. Tiago had confirmed that Mrs. Morgan was a kind woman—that tourists were allowed to approach her. That should’ve been reassuring, but to me, it only made the guilt louder.Even if I wasn’t just a tourist—considering I had once married her daughter—I was technically supposed to be her in-law. I should have had access to her life freely. I could have visited her, dined with her, even hugged her. But now? That door felt permanently shut.I clenched my fist, not out of anger, but

Tyler’s POV Name: Nikolas Vargas Profession: Actor / Songwriter / Poet Known for: Lover boy roles in Hollywood, not Green City Films Status: Always active on dating sites, as most of his gigs come from there. Biography: …“Yes!” I muttered suddenly, my fist clenching tightly into my palm. The passion behind my voice was raw, a reaction that even surprised me. It was the kind of 'yes' that broke through silence like thunder, loud, impulsive, but full of a kind of desperate hope.That face, I knew I had seen it before. It wasn’t just a passing resemblance. It was Nikolas Vargas. The guy who played charming heartbreakers in films Lola always watched. A Hollywood actor, sure, but what many didn’t know was, he was a Green Citizen. Always in and out of the country, rarely rooted in one place. He was like smoke, present one moment, gone the next.And that was exactly the type of man Eunice had found herself with?It didn’t add up.Don’t get me wrong, Nikolas Vargas could sell love on sc

Eunice’s POVWe landed in Portugal and ordered an Uber.If my mother had known I was coming—or if I had informed her beforehand—she would have arranged a perfectly comfortable ride from the airport to her villa. One of those sleek, luxury vehicles with chilled water bottles and soft jazz playing in the background, waiting to receive me the moment I stepped off the plane.But no. This visit was sudden. Unannounced. Deliberately so.I wanted to catch her off guard, to arrive when she least expected me. Because I strongly believed that when she wasn't prepared, when she didn’t have time to rehearse or fabricate, she would have no choice but to tell me the truth. And not just any version of the truth—the raw, unfiltered one.The flight from Green City to Portugal took approximately eight hours, so we arrived in the evening, just as the city lights began to glow against the dusky sky.As the Uber vehicle cruised through the quiet, polished streets, my phone began to ring. Since I had roami