Lahat ng Kabanata ng The billionaire's secret son: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

“You’re jealous.” Benjamim’s voice seemed to pull her from deep fear straight into irritation.“What?” Antonella looked around and smiled as if mocking him. “I think I’d better go find Dominique for a drink.”She rolled her eyes before attempting to escape him, but Benjamim grabbed her arm, forcing her to stay.“Dominique is working tonight.” She widened her eyes at him. “And you need to stay here and keep me company.”Suddenly, Antonella felt her eyes locked on his, as if she couldn’t move or say anything to convince him she wasn’t jealous; she was just curious to know who the woman by his side was.“Let’s dance.” He took her hand again and led her through the crowd.“I don’t know,” she stammered as he kept leading her. “I don’t know how to dance.”“Neither do I,” he said, turning back to face her and grabbing her by the waist. “Let’s pretend we know. We’ve been pretending everything until now.”Antonella froze when she felt his body pressing against hers. She felt a bit embarrassed,

Antonella stood still, staring at the door where Benjamim had left minutes before, accompanied by Helen, wondering if he had forgotten the night they had spent together and the promises they had made to take their relationship seriously.She had wanted him to wake her up, have breakfast together, and plan the day. She wanted to see Adam, take him to school, and meet his teachers, but none of that had happened. It was eight in the morning, and she felt as though the day had already ended.She had seen her husband walk out the door with another woman, one who was not her—and worse, a seductive woman. She tried to shake off her thoughts as she dragged herself to the breakfast table, accepting that she would have to go through this alone.While she slowly chewed her bread, memories of the night with Benjamim played in her mind. A silly smile danced on her lips, and she didn’t notice Carlota approaching. It was the scrape of the chair that startled Antonella, erasing all the happiness from

“I don’t understand why you still work,” Enrico said while monitoring the machine exchange beside Antonella. “Now you’re married to Benjamim. He’s a billionaire, Antonella.”“He is; I’m not, Dad,” she replied, genuinely irritated by his comment. “Besides, I couldn’t stand staying at home with Carlota around. I’d rather put up with you than her.”Enrico reflected on what Antonella had said, knowing how serious she was. He wondered if Antonella had forgiven him in her heart, even though he also needed to forgive himself for having been so cruel to her throughout her life. She was so different from Alessia—more loyal, more focused, and she stayed by his side even after everything he had done.Occasionally, Enrico lay awake at night, consumed by remorse.“Did Benjamim mention the dinner at our house tonight?”She glanced at him and thought she probably shouldn’t have agreed so quickly.“He did,” she replied, looking away and continuing to note down the sewing machine numbers. “We’ll go.”

The ruined dinner weighed heavily on Antonella as she awaited good news from Benjamin in the emergency room. While everyone around her looked tired, Antonella only wanted Benjamim to come out of the emergency room with good news. The feeling she had was that he’d been inside that place for far too long.She barely noticed that Adam had fallen asleep in her arms.She glanced over at Dominique and said,“Why don’t you go home?” she whispered when Dominique gave her a disappointed look.“And leave my best friend alone?” Dominique pursed her lips disapprovingly. “I’ll be dreaming of that dinner. Alessia must be enjoying herself right now.”The comment made a wrinkle form on Antonella’s forehead. Alessia should be at the hospital waiting for news about Enrico, but Dominique seemed to have a point. Alessia didn’t seem to care; she was probably dining peacefully while Enrico fought to survive.Antonella saw Benjamim emerge from the emergency room with a downcast expression. Her heart leaped

Benjamim could feel Alessia’s body trembling, her face overtaken by fear. She teared up and struggled, in vain, to free herself from his grip.“You’re bluffing,” she finally realized, realizing it was useless to fight him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”“You know I’ll find out the truth,” he said, releasing her so suddenly that Alessia stumbled, losing her balance. “I can hire the best investigators and discover everything you and Carlota did.”Alessia knew he could. Her expression changed. She took a few seconds to catch her breath, trying to gather her thoughts, but the anguish in her chest exploded.“You’d do anything for Antonella, wouldn’t you?” It was painful for her to reach that conclusion, and she almost couldn’t continue. “You’d pay any price to clear her name, as if she deserved any consideration.”Benjamim could feel Alessia’s hatred radiating from her. He looked at her, trying to understand her motives, but there were none. Alessia had always been treated as