All Chapters of Secret affair with the billionaire : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

~ Sebastian's POV ~We arrived home.I parked the car in front of the mansion and stepped down. Without wasting a second, I carried Helen in my arms while the nurse followed closely, carrying her kit.“Sebastian!” my mom called out the moment I entered the mansion. Her voice was pitched, etched with concern.“What happened?” she asked, eyes wide as she stared at Helen in my arms.“Lisa!” she called out sharply. Lisa came running as soon as she heard her name.“Open the guest room on the right wing,” my mom ordered.“Take her son,” she added, motioning for the nurse to hand over the baby.I followed Lisa with my mom right behind me.Upon reaching the guest room, I carefully placed Helen on the bed. The nurse quickly opened her kit and began working.“What happened to her?” Mom asked again, her voice more desperate this time.“She was attacked,” I said, trying to steady my voice. “And almost… graped by some men.” My throat burned as rage surged through me at the memory of her unconsciou

~ Sebastian’s POV ~The moment her lashes fluttered open, my heart skipped a beat.Just a second—barely even that—and her gaze found mine. And in that brief connection, something inside me cracked open. A kind of quiet relief pulsed through my chest like a whisper of hope I didn’t know I’d been holding onto.But it didn’t last.Her expression twisted. Pain flickered in her eyes like a storm rolling through calm skies. Then came the tears—silent at first, trembling down her cheeks—and the way she clutched her head as though trying to squeeze the memory out.Damn it.Whatever those bastards did to her…it went beyond physical pain. They didn’t just bruise her body. They got inside her head. Touched something they had no damn right touching.I wanted to reach out. Just hold her. Whisper something comforting. But I couldn’t. Not with Mom right there beside her.Besides, I don't want her changing her affection for Helen because of that.I can’t afford that. Not yet.When the time is right,

~ Helen's POV ~Hours slipped by, and evening settled in quietly.I went to see Zara after breakfast, just like I’d told Lisa. Her eyes were swollen from crying—red, tired, heavy. Her hair, unbrushed and tangled, stuck to her cheeks. Her whole presence just looked… lost.My heart ached.Seeing her like that broke me in ways I couldn’t even describe. But what could I possibly do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.Mourning a loved one is one of life’s cruel phases. A phase no one wants, but everyone must face. But… it’s supposed to happen when the time is right—not suddenly. Not this painfully.Honestly, who wouldn’t mourn bitterly after losing someone they love?Dinner was probably already served, but I couldn’t even think about food. My appetite was gone. I sat on the bed, staring blankly at the designer POP ceiling like it would suddenly answer all my questions.Then a soft, firm knock pulled me out of my thoughts.“Come in,” I said, loud enough for whoever it was to hear me.The door cre

~ Helen's POV ~The way he lifted my chin to look in his eyes sent a swarms of butterfly through my stomach.He left to have breakfast but his touch lingered on my skin. His cologne did wonders to my senses.Damn! The way he makes me feel— I forget all my worries on spotting him. When he speaks? I lose every ounce of sanity within me.I left the mansion to check on Zara.Few steps into the cottage, I heard Mali's voice behind me—sleezy as always.“Hey beautiful!”He never seems to back off.Oddly enough, I appreciate his foolish persistence, only because it makes Sebastian’s protective side flare up—raging with jealousy, revealing just how much he cares.I ignored him and kept walking.“I haven't seen you in days sexy!” He said, his voice loud and clear.I ignored.“At least say something. I do care for you you know.” He snapped.His getting pissed I see!“You might as well stay away from me.” I said, my voice loud and clear but not as sound as his.“I'll have you some day. And then

~ Helen’s POV ~A gentle tap on my feet woke me up.My eyes fluttered open, adjusting slowly to the soft morning light, only to meet Lisa’s face staring down at me.“Good morning,” I murmured, my voice groggy.“Mrs. Hartley wants to see us. Now.” Her expression was deadpan, unreadable as always.I sat up slowly and nodded, pushing the covers off. A yawn escaped my lips as I reached for my phone on the bedside table.6:30 a.m.What could she possibly want at this hour?Is something wrong?My mind, as usual, wasted no time spiraling into a series of what-ifs. I quickly brushed my teeth and got dressed, not wanting to be late for whatever awaited us.By the time I got to the living hall, everyone was already gathered. Not just Mrs. Hartley, but the whole Hartley family.Lisa stood beside me, and I stood quietly next to her. The others were lined up too, all wearing faint, sleepy smiles. We greeted in unison.“Good morning!” Mrs. Hartley responded warmly.She was dressed impeccably, sitti