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

Donny VillarealI always knew. Maybe not everything, not every grim detail—but I knew enough. Enough to understand that Lu was in trouble long before he ever said a word. Trouble changes people. And Lu… he had that kind of sadness you don’t get from a bad breakup or a rough day at work. It was the kind that clings to your bones and keeps you up at night, a constant, low-humming dread that vibrated beneath his skin.So I waited. I waited because forcing him to talk would only drive him deeper into the dark, and I couldn’t afford to lose him like that. Not again. Not when I’d spent the better part of our lives loving him quietly from a distance he never knew I was trying to close. We were practically stitched together at the hip growing up, two boys navigating the muddy waters of adolescence in a town that only valued toughness. He was my sun, my moon, my grounding force. But I was just his… well, I was just me. His best friend. A comfortable fixture in his life.Then James showed up at

Adam LewistonThe car came to a smooth, silent stop in front of the towering glass structure of Lewiston Industries. The building reflected the morning sun like a blade, all cold steel and clean lines—a fortress of power nestled in the heart of the city.James circled to the passenger side without needing a word and opened the door. I stepped out, adjusting the cuffs of my shirt and straightening the charcoal-gray coat draped perfectly over my frame. My polished shoes met the pavement with deliberate weight, each step a reminder to myself—and everyone watching—of exactly who I was.The front lobby greeted me with familiar silence and awe. Marble floors. Sculptural lighting. Gold-trimmed security posts. Heads turned the moment I stepped through the glass doors. The employees scattered across the wide atrium offered respectful nods and polite “Good mornings” as if they rehearsed them overnight.James trailed a few paces behind me, silent as ever.We entered the elevator. He pressed the

Dominus Vane I just sat there—half a bite into the apple—when I heard it.“You’re my fiancé, remember?”The words came through the phone like a slap I didn’t see coming. For a second, I thought I’d misheard. Thought maybe it was a joke, maybe one of those things people said when they were trying to fluster the person on the other end of the line.But then I saw the way Lu froze. How the air around him changed. Like a pressure shift before a storm.He didn’t laugh. He didn’t deny it. He didn’t even look confused. He just… listened. Quiet. Focused. His eyes on the floor. And then—He turned, murmured something low into the phone that I couldn’t make out, and walked straight toward his room with quick, nervous steps. He didn’t look back.I just sat there at the couch, the apple still in my hand, suddenly tasteless.Fiancé.The word hit harder the longer I sat with it. A buzz in my brain. A question I didn

Lillium Roosevelt The car slowed down near the edge of a sleek, spotless stretch of tarmac. I sat up straighter as we turned the final corner, and my breath caught in my throat.There it was.Adam’s private jet.Not just a plane—a jet. Clean lines, silver finish, gleaming under the soft blush of the morning sun like a blade waiting to cut through the clouds. It didn’t look real. It looked like something out of a magazine. Something I had no business being this close to, let alone stepping into.James pulled the car to a gentle stop near the small glass-fronted terminal reserved for VIP flights. Without waiting, he got out and moved around the vehicle.I opened the door slowly, stepping out into the crisp breeze that carried the faint scent of jet fuel and sea air. The sound of a distant engine hummed, low and persistent, grounding the moment in a strange surrealism.James gestured to one of Adam’s men, already waiting b

Adam LewistonHours had passed since breakfast. The cabin had fallen into a calm hush—punctuated only by the soft hum of the engines and the occasional rustle of paper in my hands.The files Ms. Chavez prepared sat in a neat stack beside me. One by one, I reviewed each document with the precision expected of a Lewiston. My pen danced in red ink, marking areas for revision, signatures, and small notes. Business as usual. Always business.My leg was crossed over the other, back straight, the file resting comfortably on my knee. James had long since relocated to the rear of the jet, reviewing internal reports on his tablet. Chavez was seated a few rows behind, eyes closed, pretending to sleep but likely listening to every detail.I made a final note in the margin of a quarterly merger proposal and set it aside, exhaling. It was done. For now.And then I glanced over.Lu.Curled into the leather seat like he belonged there.