All Chapters of The Billionaire's Forgotten Night: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Julia tilted her head, her voice soft but taunting. “Tell me, Richard… didn’t anything feel off the next morning? When you woke up after that celebration?”His jaw tightened. For a moment, he didn’t reply. The memory flickered in the back of his mind — the blur of that drunken night, the heavy fog when he’d opened his eyes, and the faint sense that someone had been in his suite. But no face, no voice, nothing he could place. Just a strange emptiness that made his stomach twist.He exhaled slowly, shaking his head. “Even if something felt wrong, it doesn’t mean you were there. I passed out before I could make it to bed properly. I don’t remember a damn thing that proves what you’re claiming.”Julia’s lips curved into a smug smile as she rested a hand on her slightly rounded stomach. “Then maybe this will remind you,” she said coolly. “You can’t ignore what’s already showing.”Richard’s eyes followed the gesture, then snapped back up to her face, cold and unyielding. “That proves nothin

Richard came awake like he'd been yanked from the bottom of a pool — lungs burning, head full of static. For a dizzy second the room was a blur of white linens and moonlight, the aftertaste of cold water and something metallic on his tongue. He sat up too fast; the world tilted and a thin line of panic skittered across his spine.The bed beside him was empty.He blinked, trying to stitch the night back together. Julia’s voice — a syrup of poison. Her smirk. The spray at his face. The fight. The shove. The cold slam of the bathroom tile under his feet. The shower that felt like ice. He should have expected the sheets to smell like her — Annabelle always left a hint of citrus and rose on them — but they were simply… cold, unmarked. The small copper weight of unease hardened into a knot.“Anna?” His voice scraped the quiet.No answer. Only the house settling, distant footsteps in the staff wing, the muffled hum of the city below. He swung his legs off the bed and nearly hit the floor. Th

After barking orders left and right, Richard still couldn't sit still. His world - normally measured, controlled, ruthless - felt like it was slipping through his fingers. A man who once ruled chaos now stood swallowed by it. For years, people called him heartless, a machine in human skin. They weren't wrong. But every wall, every ounce of cold logic he'd built around himself, had one crack - and that crack had a name.Annabelle.And tonight, she'd shattered him completely.He stormed down the corridor, the echo of his boots cutting through the silence like gunfire. His shoulders were tight, jaw locked, eyes hard enough to slice through glass. Staff scattered at the sight of him - no one dared meet his gaze. Rage burned beneath his skin, but it wasn't the kind he could aim at anyone. It was helpless, clawing, unbearable.By the time he reached their room, his pulse was a war drum in his chest. He shoved the door open.The room still smelled like her.That soft scent of vanilla and lav

The Rolls eased onto cracked concrete and the warehouse door groaned open like a coffin lid. Night clung to the yard — a halo of sodium lamps, steam drifting from a grate, the sharp smell of oil and iron. Richard stepped out first, shoulders coiled, every inch of him a taut wire. Marc and Alvarez waited beneath the light, faces carved from the night’s work.Alvarez didn’t waste time on pleasantries. He stepped into the light, tablet in hand, face drawn. “Boss — Julia’s secured. Intercepted at the private terminal, minutes from boarding. We’ve got her contained.”He let the words hang, then kept going, voice flat. “We pushed hard. Under pressure she cracked — not a clean confession, but enough. She’s tied to a long list of dirty moves: tampering with meds to create a scare, coordinating the ‘accident’ plan with Britney and certain Hamilton contacts, running interference on a government tender through shell companies so Annabelle would look compromised. Victor and a couple of others wer

The morning sun spilled lazily across the garden, soft rays threading through the tall oak trees that surrounded the small mansion. A breeze brushed against the chimes hanging by the porch, their faint tinkling the only sound breaking the stillness.Annabelle sat on the weathered wooden bench beneath the jasmine trellis, her fingers absentmindedly running through Alan’s silky brown hair. The boy sat curled beside her, legs dangling, holding his stuffed puppy close. His cheeks were rosy from the sun, but his eyes — Richard’s eyes — sparkled with restless curiosity.“Mommy,” he began suddenly, glancing up at her, “why did we come here? We didn’t even tell Daddy. Won’t he be looking for us?”Annabelle froze for the faintest second, her hand pausing mid-stroke. Then she smiled softly, masking the heaviness that tugged at her heart. “Your dad’s a very busy man, sweetheart. He’s working on something important. We’ll go back when it’s safe, okay?”Alan frowned, clearly not convinced. “But I