All Chapters of The billionaire's secret son: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Benjamim and Antonella were climbing the stairs. Gently, he held her hand, and Antonella stopped and looked deeply into his eyes. She needed to tell him how special his presence was to her and how much his support and the love he showed were meaning to her.“I couldn’t do this without you,” she said as he turned to look at her. “You don’t know how important it is to have your support right now. Alessia killed Fred, and I know how special he was to you.”Benjamim silenced her with a kiss. He loved kissing that woman. The taste of her lips was sweet, and he could do it all day until his tongue was tired.“I’m the lucky one to have you as my woman,” he whispered. Antonella, I adore you. I never tire of saying it, and you don’t know how happy I am now.”“I…” She was ready to say she loved him too, but Enrico’s presence suddenly interrupted them.Antonella felt she wouldn’t be able to look her father in the eyes now that she knew the whole truth. Perhaps it would be better to prepare a cha

A sharp look made Benjamim pull Helen away so quickly that she almost stumbled out of the house. Benjamim’s heart pounded uncontrollably in his chest. What could he say to Antonella? Or worse, what could Antonella be thinking at that very moment?When Helen turned her head, she finally understood the sudden reason for Benjamim’s rejection. She immediately moved closer to Antonella to apologize for the giant misunderstanding.“This was all my fault.” Her voice was shaky, and her tear-filled eyes didn’t sway Antonella. There was something about this woman that Antonella detested, though she couldn’t say exactly what it was. “I showed up unannounced and hugged him. Forgive me, Antonella.”The look grew even sharper, this time directed at Helen.Antonella swallowed her anger as she walked past the woman, who, despite appearing fragile, remained impeccably beautiful. She tried not to notice, so as not to feel like a complete failure herself. All she wanted was to go upstairs, grab some bel

Suddenly, there was silence, as if everyone at the table had been impacted by the news. Then, all eyes turned to Enrico, who, lowering his gaze, became pensive. Everyone knew that Alessia would be arrested; Enrico himself had expected it, but the reaction was inevitable. It was as if everything were over, and all his efforts to be a good father were thrown in the trash.Antonella, noticing that Enrico had become too quiet, hurried toward him, only to be stopped by his harsh, loud voice.“Don’t worry about me, Antonella,” he finally said, casting a glance at her. “I let Alessia ruin our dinner; I won’t let her ruin this lunch too. We’ll continue eating.”She paused, looking at him, as he filled his spoon with food and put it in his mouth, chewing, chewing, and no matter how hard Enrico tried, the grim look wouldn’t leave his face.She could imagine how much he was suffering, but she did as he asked. Not only that, but she sat back down beside her husband and finished her meal. But the

Benjamim made his way home, thinking about how he would tell Antonella that he would spend the night at the hospital with Helen. She would never accept such a thing—Antonella wasn’t that understanding.What was the point of risking his marriage just to help Helen? Since when has he become so soft-hearted?But the memories Benjamim had of Helen’s mother were still vivid in his mind. For a long time, she had acted better toward him than his mother, Carlota. It was that woman who helped him become the successful businessman he is today. Helen’s mother had taught him everything he knew.He owed her this. Would Antonella understand? He parked the car in front of the house and leaned his head back. Antonella wouldn’t understand or accept it, and she had every reason not to.He got out of the car, and as soon as he opened the door, he was greeted by a hug from Adam, who ran up to him when he heard his footsteps and threw himself into his arms. It felt good to be welcomed this way. He even fo

Second night without Benjamim. As she tossed and turned in bed, Antonella couldn’t bear looking at the space beside her, especially with the feeling that Benjamim was hiding something from her, growing in her chest every minute.Antonella got up, restless. It was already four in the morning, and dawn was approaching, yet he hadn’t returned. There was no point in trying to sleep—she wouldn’t be able to until Benjamim came back. She put on her sandals and decided to go downstairs to have a glass of water while scrolling on her phone, hoping it would make the time pass faster. Just as she reached for her phone, it buzzed.Her heart froze at the notification that lit up the screen. Benjamim’s name and Helen’s appeared in an incomplete message from a gossip channel. A few days ago, Antonella decided to follow those pages to know exactly how to defend herself against them. She hadn’t received any notifications for some time.She realized her hand was suspended in the air, frozen, as if she