All Chapters of Secret affair with the billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~Helen's POV~Mrs. Hartley was overjoyed by the surprise. Tears of joy brimmed in her eyes—and somehow, mine too.The way her family and friends had shown up for her brought back memories I had tried to lock away. Memories of Aunt Mara.She was always there when we needed her. She treated Ashley and me like her very own. Even when life hadn’t been kind to her, she still stood by my mother’s side, never hesitating to help in any way she could. Aunt Mara wasn’t well-to-do, not by any stretch, but her heart was far richer than most.She was the one who got my mother the housekeeping job—that same job Mom used to support my father when things got hard. I remember one time, just days before her passing, Aunt Mara threw a small surprise party for Ashley. That was the last beautiful memory we had before death came knocking on our door again.Losing her shattered me. But nothing compared to the pain of losing both my parents.In just two years, I had buried them all—Mom, Dad, and Aunt Mara, l

~Helen's POV~Sunlight crept onto my skin, rousing me to the beauty of a new day. I went through my usual morning routine—freshened up and headed to the mansion.“You’re up so early,” Lisa remarked as I walked into the kitchen.Her hands were deep in a bowl of dough—seems she was up to bake something for breakfast.“I have to be at my sister’s school today,” I replied.I needed to finish my chores before leaving for Ashley’s school. Mrs. Hartley only gave me permission to leave, not an entire day off.“Yeah, that’s right,” Lisa said.I grabbed my cleaning supplies from the storage room and headed upstairs to Sebastian’s room. I knew Mena wouldn’t let me clean now—her sleep was never to be disturbed.It was 7:30 a.m. Sebastian must have gone to the gym for his morning workout, giving me the perfect window to clean his room and lay out his outfit.As I reached his room, just as I had assumed—he wasn’t in.I fixed his bed, laid out his suit for the day, packed the files scattered across

~Helen's POV~Is Sebastian in love with me?He didn’t have to speak—the storm in his eyes told me everything. The kind of rage that comes from deep within. The kind a man can only feel when he’s hurt by someone he cares too much about.And I felt it.The tension in the hallway was thick, crackling like a live wire. My heart pounded, not from fear—but from something far more dangerous. Desire. Hope. Maybe even love. He stood there, still and silent, yet I could feel his fury pulsing like a heartbeat. Not the cold indifference I was used to, but something more primal. Possessive. Emotional.His gaze scorched me—fiery, piercing, wounded. I’d only greeted him, trying to ease the awkwardness of what he’d witnessed earlier. I didn’t expect a smile, but I hadn’t expected to be invisible either. He brushed past me like I was nothing, again. Cold. Distant. Dismissive.One moment, he acts like he cares—the next, he walks out like I never existed. And yet… instead of being angry, I found myself

~Helen's POV~“Wednesday family tray, please,” I ordered as we settled into our seats at Holly’s Eat and Crave More.It wasn’t a glamorous restaurant, but I’d heard the food was to die for. Every Wednesday, they offered a special family tray—a kind of bonus treat that included a full-course meal designed for an entire family.The tray was a feast: spicy jollof rice, assorted shrimp and meat, fresh salad, an array of small chops, a full bucket of sizzling chicken laps, tacos, peppered beef, and garlic-whipped sauce. Oh—and the waffles? Golden, fluffy, and utterly irresistible.Ashley stared at me, her eyes wide in disbelief.“Won’t that cost more?” she asked, concern etched into her soft voice.“Not at all. It’s a discount sale,” I said, flashing her a reassuring smile.“That’s nice. So… how’s work been?” she asked, her voice curious, almost teasing.Her question dragged my mind straight back to Sebastian—to the fire in his eyes when he saw me with Mali. The storm behind his calm. The

~ Sebastian's POV ~I kicked the door open with my foot, slamming it into the wall so hard it echoed like a gunshot. The force made the hinges creak and the filthy stench of cheap alcohol wafted out from the dim room.The men inside froze, their twisted faces turning toward me in surprise."What do you want here?" sneered the ugliest one, his voice laced with mockery.I didn’t respond.My eyes locked onto her.Helen.She lay limp on their filthy mattress, her head bruised and hair clinging to her pale face. My chest tightened at the sight. Fury, raw and blinding, surged through me.Without warning, I lunged at the man who spoke. My fist crashed into his jaw with such force, he collapsed like dead weight to the ground. The others scrambled back, but I didn’t stop. One by one, I landed blow after blow, each strike fueled by rage.They tried to fight back, but they were amateurs—drunk, weak, and nothing compared to the storm they’d just unleashed.“You touched the wrong woman,” I snarled