Lahat ng Kabanata ng Secret affair with the billionaire : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

~ Sebastian’s POV ~“Yes…yes… I did poison her,” Zara admitted.The words struck like thunder.Gasps erupted around the room. The housekeepers recoiled in shock, some covering their mouths, others whispering in disbelief.“Zara?” Lisa's voice came out in a stunned whisper, as if her breath had been knocked out of her.Zara trembled, her soaked figure collapsing further onto the cold floor. “I’m sorry… please, forgive me…” Her voice quivered, barely holding itself together. Her arms wrapped around her body, searching for warmth she didn’t deserve.I stared at her in silence….ice cold. My fists clenched tighter as my mind raced with fury and betrayal.Lisa stepped forward, her expression cracked with confusion and pain. “Why, Zara? Why?” she asked, her voice soft, aching.“I didn’t mean to,” Zara whimpered, her eyes streaming endlessly. “I’m sorry. I truly am.”Tears poured like a river down her cheeks, soaking her shirt just as much as the water had.I’d heard enough.“Call the cops.”

~ Mena's POV ~My family appears to be my very own enemy.Why? Why is it always me that gets pushed aside?Why do I have to wait till next week….a whole damn weekend to have my man come home?All for what?All for that pig and her fellow apes.How is that fair?Why is no one on my side?Now I have to sit back and watch my happiness postponed like it means nothing. And worse? They treat it like it's normal. And my parents see it as nothing. Nothing at all.They don’t even care how I feel. They don’t care that I’m hurt, that I’m crying behind closed doors, that I’m the one suffering because of her.Even Sebastian,my own brother just called me selfish. Selfish for speaking out. Selfish for trying to protect my space, my love, my sanity.He looked me in the eyes and called me selfish… for wanting my happiness.Since when is it wrong to prioritize yourself?And what for?For a maid?That bitch steals attention she doesn’t deserve.Since the very moment she walked into this house, everythi

~ Sebastian's POV ~I drove back home after an hour.An hour that stretched on like eternity.An hour of silence so thick it felt like it was choking me.An hour of sitting beside Helen, watching her chest rise and fall with machine-assisted breaths, her eyelids unmoving, her fingers still in mine, her soul… somewhere unreachable.My heart ached the entire drive.There was no music. No noise. No distraction. Just the echo of her silence and the dull hum of the engine beneath me.By the time I pulled into the driveway, the house’s exterior lights flickered on with routine welcome….but nothing about home felt welcoming anymore.I stepped out of the car slowly, my hands trembling as I shut the door behind me. Each step up to the front porch felt like it took the weight of a thousand emotions to lift my legs.I walked into the house like one devoid of life. Like a ghost dragging his shadow behind him.The quiet inside contrasted the usual energy I was used to. No laughter. No arguments. N

~ Sebastian’s POV ~Days passed.Long, hollow, agonizing days.And Helen was still unconscious.Each morning, I woke with the smallest flicker of hope that today would be different. That I’d get a call. A message. A whisper from the hospital saying, she’s awake. But every day ended just like the one before—empty.My world felt like it was slowly crumbling beneath me, one silent hour at a time. Each passing day stole a little more of my strength, my patience, my will.I tried to stay distracted. I tried to pour myself into work. Into files. Into meaningless signatures and boardroom meetings. But nothing could hold my focus. Because no matter how many hours I buried myself in, my mind always returned to her.To Helen.Unmoving. Quiet. Slipping through my fingers like sand I couldn’t grasp.The silence in the house was no longer thick with tension. No arguments. No counter from Mena like she was in a debate.Nights before, I had gone to talk her, but it seemed I provoked her without any

~ Helen's POV ~He held my hands gently, as though afraid I would shatter if he squeezed too hard. His touch was firm, warm….grounding. My fingers were still cold, stiff even, but the way his hands wrapped around mine brought a sense of safety I couldn’t explain.Our eyes locked, and in that quiet moment, everything that words could never express passed between us. I didn’t need to speak. I didn’t need to ask. I could see it in his eyes…he had been here. Waiting. Hoping.“Finally, you’re back to me,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, and trembling just slightly at the end.I blinked slowly, a single tear slipping down the side of my face.He is here. Sebastian Hartley, the man who rarely let the world see anything beyond his calm control sat beside me with eyes full of pain and relief.I tried to smile, but my lips barely curled. My body was still trying to find itself. Every limb still numb, tingling slightly like I was waking up from inside a shell that wasn’t mine.