All Chapters of The billionaire's secret son: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Alessia shrank, looking into Benjamim’s eyes, certain that he was trying harder than usual to defend Antonella. It destroyed her inside. She imagined what it would be like if he knew the two of them had a child.She tried to push these thoughts away as quickly as she tried to push Benjamim away, but in vain. He twisted his face in anger.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she murmured, feeling her anger simmer with every word she spoke.“I’m tired of your lies, Alessia.” A burst of hot air escaped his lips before Benjamim could pull away from her. “Dominique told me you went to her house and asked Antonella to quit and leave the city.”His pace quickened, and Alessia clenched her fists, her face twisting in dissatisfaction. But she, too, was tired of Benjamim’s contempt and the effort he put into hurting her. Her chest tightened painfully, making it hard for her to breathe. Antonella’s existence cast a shadow over her future marriage, and Alessia would not allow it.“I did, and

“What do you think you're doing, Benjamim?” Ignoring her words, he led her to his office and sat her down in front of his desk. Then he walked around to close the door, realizing it was already too late.Carlota pushed the door open and looked Benjamim in the eyes threateningly. At the same moment, Antonella jumped from the chair and stood up."Are you going to keep challenging me?" Confused and hurt, Carlota was ready to confront him and show who was really in charge, “You will marry Alessia in three days, and I’ll gather the partners to find a replacement for you.”The next words died in Benjamim’s throat as he loosened his tie, as if it were choking him. Right behind him, Antonella felt shockwaves hit her as she watched Benjamim stagger back.“You don't need to do this,” Antonella's voice echoed through the room. Raising her chin, she walked towards them and stood in front of Carlota, saying, “I’ll resign right now and leave the city.”Benjamim’s eyes widened. What had he expected?

Carmella got up that morning with the sun still hidden behind the mountains. There was a warm, concentrated silence, broken only by the rooster’s crow. She needed to hurry if she wanted to prevent Antonella’s sudden departure.She walked on tiptoes. Not only that, but she passed by the rooms where they slept and spotted Adam, and her eyes filled with tears. Carmella would not allow that boy to be torn from her arms like that. She would do it for Francesca, too.Before leaving, she checked if Enrico was still in the hospital. She sent a message to a nurse friend who worked there, and as soon as she got a positive response, she left home, hoping that everything would be resolved.It was an impossible mission; she concluded as soon as she got on the bus. Enrico had hated her since she married Francesca. She remembered that he couldn’t even bear to hear her name, but there were no other options. She had a sudden and irrational certainty that only Enrico could prevent Antonella from leavin

Carmella grabbed Dominique by the arm and pulled her into the house, taking Adam with her. She needed to leave Enrico alone with Antonella so he could convince her that the best thing to do was to stay in the city.“What do you think you’re doing, Mom?” Dominique tried to go back, but Carmella stopped her.“Let them talk,” Carmella said, heading for the door and locking it. “Don’t meddle where you’re not wanted, Dominique. You can’t defend Antonella all the time.”Dominique expressed her displeasure but couldn’t say anything that would convince Carmella that her actions were a mistake. She dragged herself to the door, pressing her ear against the wood, trying to listen to their conversation.All was silent.In the kitchen, Enrico dragged himself to a bench near Antonella. He looked terrible. His gray hair, once neatly combed, barely hid the thinning spots on his scalp. His wrinkled skin seemed even more worn now. He let out a deep sigh, looking at Antonella and asking her for a favor.

With hatred coursing through her emotions, Alessia approached her father, but he did not flinch. She stopped in front of him, waiting impatiently for him to answer her question.“I came back from the hospital exactly an hour ago, and you, even knowing I was home, didn’t come to greet me.” Enrico averted his gaze toward Benjamim, doing something Alessia hadn’t expected. “I owe you no explanation, spoiled girl, so please go back to your room.”Taken by surprise, Alessia raised her head and watched her father walk toward Benjamim, radiating a cold aura as he entirely ignored her.“Why did you ask Antonella to stay, father?” She insisted, knowing full well that her attitude would provoke Enrico’s fury. “You know how much she tried to ruin my marriage with Benjamim.”“Shut up, Alessia!” Enrico’s eyes widened immediately as he shouted, “I’ll talk to you later, though I don’t believe I owe you any explanation.”“How could you not owe me an explanation?” A tear slipped from her eye, and her f