All Chapters of The Billionaire's Forgotten Queen : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The night was filled with sirens, flashing lights, and the sound of Valeria’s frantic breathing. She stood in the middle of the street, drenched in rain, her hands trembling as she clutched Stephanie’s small shoe, the only trace left behind. Her little girl was gone.The kidnapping had been swift and calculated. Celeste and Damien had made their move while Valeria was still fighting the media fallout from the last scandal. It was supposed to be a normal evening, but one phone call shattered her world. A distorted voice on the line had said only one thing: “If you want to see your daughter again, don’t call the police.”Now, the world she built was collapsing again. Her phone buzzed in her hand. Ares’s name flashed across the screen. She hesitated before answering.“Valeria, I heard,” he said, his voice raw with worry. “Where are you?”“I don’t know what to do, Ares,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “They took her. They took Stephanie.”“I’m coming to you right now,” he said without

The morning air was soft and warm, and Valeria stood on the balcony, her robe fluttering as the breeze brushed against her skin. For the first time in months, peace had returned to her life. Stephanie was sleeping soundly in her crib, the gentle rhythm of her breathing a reminder of everything Valeria had fought for.Ares walked into the room quietly, holding two cups of coffee. His hair was messy, and he looked younger without his usual guarded expression. “You’re up early,” he said softly, offering her one of the cups.“I couldn’t sleep,” Valeria replied, taking the cup. “I keep thinking about everything. It feels too calm. Like the storm just... paused.”Ares leaned against the balcony rail beside her. “Maybe it’s not a pause. Maybe it’s the beginning of peace.”She turned to him, a small smile playing on her lips. “You sound optimistic for once.”He chuckled lightly. “Don’t get used to it.”For a moment, they stood in silence, the quietness between them comforting. Valeria looked

Valeria woke up to the sound of rain hitting the window. For a moment, she thought it was all a nightmare. The kidnapping, the fight, Max’s death, it all felt too heavy to be real. But then she turned her head and saw Stephanie sleeping beside her, tiny fingers curled around her mother’s hand, and the pain returned in waves.She sat up slowly, trying not to wake her. Ares was by the window, still in the same clothes from the night before. His hair was messy, his jaw dark with stubble, and his eyes red from lack of sleep. He had barely said a word since they got home.“You didn’t sleep,” she said softly.He didn’t look at her. “Couldn’t. Every time I close my eyes, I see that man holding a gun to her.”Valeria swallowed, her voice trembling. “It’s over now. Damien’s gone.”Ares finally turned around, his expression unreadable. “Is he? Or did he leave something behind we haven’t seen yet?”She hated that thought. Hated that even now, after everything, they still couldn’t breathe freely.

The next morning came softly, like the world wanted to ease me into this new peace I was still learning to accept. I woke up before sunrise, the sky still pale and almost silver, and for a moment I just lay there, listening to the stillness around me. My house didn’t feel haunted anymore. It didn’t echo with fear or betrayal. It felt lived in—safe—even if the memories still lingered in certain corners.I slipped out of bed and wrapped a robe around myself, tying it loosely as I walked toward the balcony. The air was cool, gentle against my skin. My city, the one I fought so hard to protect, lay quiet beneath me. Lights sparkled like distant stars. Birds hadn’t even begun to sing yet.I sighed, leaning against the railing.“Couldn’t sleep?”I didn’t jump. Ares’s voice had grown softer in the past months, and somehow, even when he appeared out of nowhere, he didn’t shake me anymore. I turned and saw him standing in the doorway, hands in his pockets, wearing a simple black T-shirt and gr

I wake up earlier than usual the next morning, even before the soft wash of sunlight reaches the curtains. Maybe it’s the quiet. Maybe it’s the feeling that something in my life has finally settled into place. Or maybe… it’s the awareness that Ares is asleep beside me, breathing slowly, peacefully, as if he’s not the same man who once tore my world apart.I turn slightly, watching him. His hair is messy from sleep, and the faint lines on his forehead have softened. For months we were nothing but storms, but now, looking at him like this, he feels like calm water.He opens his eyes slowly.“You’re staring,” he murmurs, voice rough from sleep.I lift a brow. “You’re imagining things.”He smiles a little. “If you say so.”We stay like that, quietly facing each other. It feels new. It feels fragile. And yet, it feels safe.Ares reaches for my hand slowly, like he’s giving me time to pull away if I want to. When I don’t, he threads his fingers through mine.“Are you okay?” he asks softly.