All Chapters of Secret affair with the billionaire : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

~ Helen’s POV ~I opened my eyes slowly and there he is again.Sebastian.Sitting right there beside me like he had no other place in the world he’d rather be.My chest rose in a soft sigh. I'd only closed my eyes for a few minutes. A short nap, just to rest my body…..my curious mind. But even in sleep, questions haunted me. Thoughts twisted through the fog of recovery, looping endlessly: Who poisoned me? Why? What had I done?But those were questions for later. First, I need to get out of here. Out of this white room, away from the rhythmic beeping of machines that reminded me I was still fragile. Still healing.I glanced to my left. The machines were still hooked to me, the tubes tangled like vines around my body. Each beep steady, patient like it had all the time in the world.Sebastian’s voice broke through my thoughts.“Shit, I didn’t ask the doctor,” he muttered, mostly to himself. Then, noticing I was awake, his attention snapped back to me.“You must be hungry, right?” he aske

~ Helen's POV ~Ashley.The moment I saw her walk through that door, my heart stuttered. There she is….my little sister, my baby girl, my closest companion in this harsh world. Her eyes widened when she sees me, and I immediately tried to sit up straighter, hide the wires and machines, fake strength I didn’t really have. I didn’t want her to see me this way. Fragile. Hooked up. Vulnerable.But the moment her eyes locked with mine, I knew all pretense was useless.Tears welled up in her eyes like a dam that had been holding back for far too long. Then they spilled freely down her cheeks as she rushed to my bedside.“I’m sorry,” she said in a broken voice. Her shoulders trembled. Her hands reached for mine like they were afraid I’d vanish if she took too long.“No, no…” I whispered back quickly, shaking my head as tears streamed down my own face. “I should be the one apologizing.”For hiding the truth.For letting her worry.For pretending everything was fine when it clearly wasn’t.She

~ Helen’s POV ~“Honestly, I don’t feel like eating anything,” I muttered, my eyes glued to the tray of vegetable salad in front of me like it was some unsolvable equation.The colors were vibrant…bright orange carrot slices, cucumber spirals, lettuce, tomatoes. It was the kind of plate that looked like a health advertisement. And yet… I felt nothing for it. My stomach was unsettled, my tongue dry, and my body weak. Even lifting a spoon felt like a chore I wasn’t ready for.“Hungry or not, you have to eat to gain strength,” Ashley said with that stubborn tone I knew too well. She didn’t even wait for my argument….she just picked up the fork like a soldier ready for war.I let out a long breath, leaning back slightly against the pillows. The hospital sheets rustled under me. The room smelled faintly of antiseptic and flowers…..someone must have sent them. Probably Sebastian. He wouldn’t say it, but I could feel his care in the little things.“I’m serious,” I said weakly, pushing the tr

~ Sebastian's POV ~I arrived home just as the golden rays of the setting sun spilled across the driveway. The sky brushed with streaks of soft orange and fading blue…..calm, like the end of a long day. The tires crunched gently against the interlocked stones as I slowed to a halt in front of the mansion.The moment the engine purred to a stop, I stepped out and adjusted the cuffs of my shirt, slightly tugging them down my wrists. The warm breeze teased my collar, but I barely felt it. As I stepped away from the car, the standby driver walked briskly over to take over.“Welcome, sir,” he greeted with a slight bow. Behind him, a few of the staff echoed the greeting from different corners.I gave a small wave of acknowledgment, already halfway up the steps to the front door when it suddenly hit me.The box.I stopped in my tracks and turned back around. “Bring in the box from the trunk,” I instructed.“Yes sir,” the driver replied swiftly. He turned and made his way to the car.My gaze

~ Helen's POV ~Hours have passed.And still… Sebastian hasn’t returned.The room is quiet, too quiet. The walls feel like they’re closing in on me, and the silence? It’s not peaceful. It’s heavy. Suffocating.All I hear is the unending beeping of these machines. It’s a constant rhythm, like a slow ticking clock dragging time itself. I’ve memorized the pattern already. Beep… beep… beep. It’s all I’ve had for company. Just wires and noise.The IV drips steadily beside me. And the tubes against my skin feel like chains…binding, and unnatural. I haven’t even stepped out of this bed. My body won’t let me. I try to move, but it’s like dragging weight through water. I feel paralyzed. Useless. Helpless.A vegetable.That’s what I’ve become.Still breathing, still here, but not fully alive.And for what? I’ve lived my life quietly. I’ve worked hard. I’ve kept my head down. I never tried to take more than I was given. I was careful….so careful to stay in my place. To never cross lines. To resp