All Chapters of The Billionaire's Sunshine : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Adam LewistonThe car door clicked shut behind me, the morning air of New York biting sharp against the warmth I carried from the ride. James trailed at my side, his polished shoes silent on the marble floor as we stepped into the venue. The building was more fortress than hall—tall, glass walls veined with steel, and chandeliers that dripped light like molten gold.Inside, the hum of wealth was palpable. Men in bespoke suits and women dressed in silken armor of couture moved with a rhythm only the elite understood. Quiet laughter, the clink of crystal glasses, and the faint whisper of deals yet to be signed filled the air.We hadn’t gone more than a few steps before a lady in white intercepted us, her posture flawless, her expression carved from porcelain calm. She held out a small velvet box and opened it. Inside gleamed a golden pin shaped like a lotus, delicate and dangerous in its simplicity.“A token of entry,” she explained with a slight bow. “Without this, one cannot step furt

Lillium RooseveltThe kitchen still smelled of scorched butter and resentment. Gracian had left us to clean up, his words lingering like smoke after fire. My plate was gone—whisked away to the instructor’s table—but the weight of it remained heavy on everyone else’s shoulders.I felt it in the way they glanced at me, too sharp, too quick, as though I’d grown a second head.The first to sneer was a tall guy with slicked-back hair, his uniform already stained at the cuffs. He leaned over the counter beside me as he scrubbed a pan, voice dripping with disdain.“Congratulations, Roosevelt. Didn’t think they handed out praise for frying eggs at home.”A couple of students chuckled under their breath, eager to hitch themselves to his mockery. The arrogance in their laughter was brittle, though—it cracked if you listened close enough.I kept my hands moving, rinsing the cutting board. “Maybe you should practice at home, then.”His f

Dominus VaneThe city burned gold. That dying light of afternoon, where shadows stretch long and the air feels heavy with secrets, poured through Lu’s apartment window. I stood there, motionless, cigarette in hand, the smoke curling toward the pane as I stared at the building opposite.I should’ve been thinking of my next move. Of how I would tell Lu the truth—that he owes more than he could ever imagine, that his name isn’t clean, not with the chains I’ve seen bound around it. But the words…they stuck like grit in my throat. How do you tell someone you’ve known since they were barely grown that the life they’ve fought for is shackled to someone else’s debt?The knock broke the silence. A single rap against the door—measured, sharp, deliberate. Not the kind of knock that asked permission.I flicked the cigarette into a glass of water and turned. My chest tightened as I crossed the apartment, every step heavy with the knowledge of who had sent it.

Adam LewistonThe city lights blurred past the car window, streaks of gold and red bending with the curves of the avenue. I sat back, hands folded over my lap, James’s steady driving the only sound apart from the faint hum of the engine.And yet, I couldn’t quiet the thoughts circling my mind, sharp and relentless. Lu. Lillium. My fiancé. The one person I should have known inside out, yet every detail I thought I had seemed suddenly fragile, like sand slipping through my fingers.Was he… connected to Augustus? Lupinos? That man today—the heir to the White Lutos throne—he looked exactly like Lu. No, not just like him… identical. My chest tightened at the memory, the image of that smile, that same way his eyes seemed to linger on me for just a beat too long.I ran a hand down my face, pressing my fingers into my temple. Was it possible? Could Lu really be tied to the most powerful empire in existence, a secret I’d never been told? My mind raced, jum

James FletcherI leaned against the edge of the sleek steel table in the IT room, arms crossed, as the hum of computers and the quiet chatter of the hired techs filled the space. Screens glowed like tiny suns in the dim light, each one a portal to someone’s private world, and tonight, that world belonged to Lillium Roosevelt.I watched them move—fingers flying over keyboards, eyes scanning lines of data, servers humming—but I couldn’t focus. My mind kept flashing back to what I had seen earlier: Adam, my Boss, a storm unleashed. Every curse, every shout, every fragment of anger directed at Lu… it burned into my memory like fire on steel.He had cursed the only person he’s ever truly loved like no one else ever would. I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. My chest tightened just thinking about it. The penthouse had been a battlefield, and I had been a silent witness, helpless to stop the damage.I rubbed my temples, trying to push the images awa