Todos os capítulos de Chasing The billionaire's Shadow: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Chapter One I still remember the first time I heard his name. “Liam Sinclair?” I echoed, leaning against the kitchen counter as my father spoke over the phone. “Who’s that?” My dad raised an eyebrow at me and turned away, speaking into his phone. “Yeah, Liam, I’ll be there in twenty. Don’t sign anything until I arrive.” I narrowed my eyes. The name sounded powerful. Dangerous, even. And it rolled off my tongue like forbidden candy. “Is he your friend?” I asked the moment he hung up. He paused mid-step, clearly in a rush. “He’s not just my friend, Isla. He’s family—closer than blood.” That was the beginning. The spark. The ignition of an obsession I never saw coming. “Is he hot?” I teased, trying to play it off as a joke, but my pulse betrayed me. I was seventeen, and anything that carried danger had me hooked. Dad shot me a look. “He’s thirty-eight, Isla.” “That didn’t answer the question,” I muttered under my breath, turning toward the sink to hide my smile. He

Chapter Three: I lied again. “I’m studying,” I told Dad, holding a textbook I hadn’t opened in days. He smiled at me, proud. “That’s my girl. Keep your head down and avoid distractions.” “Of course,” I said. But Liam Sinclair was the only distraction I couldn’t avoid. The art gallery was quiet and classy. It was hidden between an old bookstore and a fancy wine shop downtown. Harper had gotten us in through her cousin who worked with the gallery team. > Sinclair is hosting a private art show tonight. Want to crash it with me? > You already know the answer. When we got there, everything felt expensive. The walls were dark blue and green, and the lights above glowed gold like soft stars. People in long dresses and suits sipped drinks and whispered to each other. Harper looked excited. “This place is so chic. Maybe I’ll marry rich too.” I laughed but barely heard her. My eyes were scanning the room. And then I saw him. Liam stood near a large painting, dressed in

Chapter five: The message on my phone still haunted me. Don’t mention her again. Watch your back. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Scarlett Vale was a name my father claimed not to know, but something in his eyes that morning had given him away. He knew her. Or at least, he knew something about her. And I was going to find out. After Dad left for work, I walked quietly up the stairs, past the familiar pictures on the wall—family vacations, birthdays, even one with me and Liam when I was younger. My heart pounded as I pushed open the attic door. Dust flew everywhere. Old boxes, forgotten furniture, and timeworn memories waited in the shadows. I had never gone through Dad’s stuff before. But now, every closed box looked like a secret. I pulled one down marked "Private – 1995". Inside were photos, letters, and a few old notebooks. I flipped through one of the books. Most of it looked like boring notes from his old job—he used to work for a tech company before he

Chapter : seven: I never thought one photo would turn my whole world upside down. But now, I couldn’t ignore the pieces coming together—my father, Liam, Scarlett... and a hidden child? After Liam entered our home, silence thickened the air like fog. Dad finally broke it. “She found the photo, Liam. And the letter.” Liam didn’t blink. “Then it’s time we stop hiding.” I sat down across from them, still gripping my phone with the picture. “Who was the child, Liam?” He looked away. “She’s gone now,” Dad said quickly. “That chapter ended a long time ago.” Liam’s jaw clenched. “We don’t know that.” I stared at them. “Tell me everything.” Dad sighed. “There was a man who worked with us back then. Dawson. Retired now. He knew everything. If you want answers, Isla, you should speak to him.” I grabbed my keys Liam stood immediately. “I’m coming with you.” “No,” I said, voice firm. “I need to do this alone.” He hesitated. Our eyes locked. For the first time, I saw fea

Chapter Nine: The house was eerily quiet. Too quiet. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of the whirlwind I’d just been thrown into. Scarlett’s sudden reappearance. My father’s lies. Liam’s silence. But I couldn’t sleep. Not tonight. Something felt wrong. My skin prickled, and my instincts screamed that I wasn’t alone. A sound broke the stillness—a faint creak of the floorboards downstairs. I sat up straight, heart pounding. I had locked all the doors. Checked every window. So who—? There it was again. A shadow flitted across the hallway. My breath caught in my throat. I grabbed my phone, fingers shaking, and dialed Liam’s number. No answer. Of course. I slipped out of bed, my feet barely making a sound against the floor as I crept toward the staircase. The air was cold, too cold, and it felt like every step I took was echoing through the empty house. At the bottom of the stairs, I froze. The front door was wide open. Someone had broke