All Chapters of The Billionaire's Forgotten Night: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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His Rules, Her Rebellion

"What?"Annabelle wasn't just shocked—she was gutted. Disappointed beyond words. She had been banking on that one window of freedom to slip away and maybe figure out a way to escape from this twisted setup. But it slammed shut before she even had the chance to peek through.Richard turned with that same devil-may-care smirk carved across his irritatingly handsome face. He shot a knowing glance between Marc and Annabelle, clearly basking in her dismay like it was his favorite show on TV."Good job, Marc. If Miss Hamilton needs anything else, take care of it. I wouldn't want my personal maid to face any inconvenience," Richard said coolly before striding towards the inner door of the study. His voice dripped with amusement, and his parting glare made Annabelle want to throw something.Inside his room, Richard peeled off his shirt, changed into loungewear, and collapsed back onto the bed, head resting on the bedpost. That insufferable smirk still lingered on his face."Miss Hamilton," he

Last Updated : 2025-08-10

Queen of the Wrong Castle

"Mr. Barton, Miss Annabelle's not home," the young maid said, twiddling her thumbs and trying her best to act innocent. "Aunty Lily told her not to leave without your permission, but she said she can't put her personal work on hold for anything—or anyone—and just walked off."She paused for effect, batting her lashes like she hadn't just snitched with full intent. "Honestly, sir... she's kind of... disrespectful. Not just to Aunty Lily, but to you as well."The girl's sugary tone couldn't hide the envy laced in her voice. Like most of the mansion's young staff, she was secretly jealous. Annabelle wasn't just strikingly beautiful and whip-smart, but somehow she'd managed to catch the attention of the one man none of them had even dared to dream about—Richard Barton. Their aloof, intimidating, devastatingly handsome boss who barely spared any of them a glance.This was her moment. The perfect opportunity to plant a little seed of poison in the boss's mind.Richard's jaw ticked. He was a

Last Updated : 2025-08-11

The Maid Who Wouldn't Bow

The ballroom shimmered with lights and whispered conversations, but the moment Julia's voice sliced through the air, Annabelle knew trouble had arrived."Well, well... Miss Annabelle Hamilton. Didn't expect to see you here."Annabelle lifted her head slowly, her gaze sharp behind the mask of indifference. She arched a brow, hiding a smirk behind her glossed lips."Excuse me, do I know you?" she blinked her sea-green eyes innocently, her voice dripping with poised confusion.It was a fair question. She'd never formally met Julia. Just because the woman worked under Richard didn't mean she had any reason to recognize his guest. That single line from Annabelle hit Julia like a slap. She had marched in to mock and humiliate—but now she stood awkwardly, her confidence wavering in front of her curious circle of friends.Ruby, quick to jump in, stepped forward and looked Annabelle up and down with a sneer. "Julia, who is she?"She wasn't a good liar, and her fakeness was as visible as the gl

Last Updated : 2025-08-12

A Night of Ruin

Richard turned to Julia with a look that could slice glass, scanning her from top to bottom, then back up again, with visible disgust. She resembled a drenched alley cat who'd tumbled in a pile of muck."Then what is wrong with you?"Before Julia could string two words together, Annabelle piped in with a sweet, venom-laced voice, beating her to the punch."Mr. Barton, your girlfriend, Miss Julia, claimed she could outshine me with her party tricks. Said she could balance drink glasses on her head like a pro... but the second she tried, everything came pouring down—all over her."The room exploded with laughter.Richard raised a sharp brow and turned his full attention to Annabelle. "My girlfriend?"His tone had shifted dangerously low.Annabelle blinked with faux innocence, gesturing toward Julia. "Yes, Miss Julia said it herself."Richard's gaze flicked between the two women like a man watching a tennis match. Julia's fluttering lashes and Annabelle's steel-sharp eyes told him everyt

Last Updated : 2025-08-13

The Price of Defiance

Annabelle could still hear his words buzzing in her ears like a swarm of angry bees."From now on, you live with me. In my room. As my mistress."She stood frozen, convinced her ears were playing tricks on her. Had she heard that right?"Excuse me?" Her voice was sharp with disbelief.Richard didn't blink. "You heard me. You're my mistress now. That's your new role."His unflinching stare pinned her in place, like a lion eyeing its prey. He was waiting for the reaction he already knew was coming. And there it was. Fear flickered across her face—but only for a moment. It morphed into something far more dangerous.Rage.Her nostrils flared. Her fists clenched. Her face flushed a furious red.'This egotistical bastard. Who the hell does he think he is?'"Absolutely not," she snapped, voice sharp as a blade. "I'd rather sleep on the streets than be anyone's mistress. Especially yours. You're not even fit to be a man for any woman."She didn't just reject him—she insulted him, hard. But Ri

Last Updated : 2025-08-16

The Breaking Point

Annabelle's scream pierced the air. "No, please...!"She flinched, head snapping to the side, eyes clenched shut and hands shielding her face. Her heart was pounding, hammering against her ribs like it wanted to escape. She couldn't watch this. She couldn't watch her best friend being devoured on screen like some cheap pornography.Richard hit a button on the remote, freezing the scene. The image halted with the man half on top of Hazel, both of them tangled in sheets and barely clothed. Then another button, and the lights flickered back on, bathing the room in a harsh glow.Annabelle slowly lowered her trembling hands, squinting against the light—only to be met with the gigantic image of her best friend splayed across the wall. Her breath caught in her throat. Her fingers clenched into the couch cushion until her knuckles turned white.Hazel. The only person who ever loved her like family.Now captured on camera in a moment of raw, intimate vulnerability.Her stomach twisted.Richard

Last Updated : 2025-08-17

Ghosts in White

Richard locked the study with a firm click and headed straight to his master bedroom.As he entered the bedroom, he halted. There she was.Annabelle stood motionless in the middle of the room, staring into space like she was lost between worlds. Her gaze roamed over the pristine white decor—the ornate furniture, polished marble, crisp curtains, and silver-lined shelves. Something about it hit her hard. There was pain in her eyes, like an old wound being prodded open. A memory hovered just beneath the surface, threatening to break free.Richard stepped behind her and tapped her shoulder, snapping her out of the trance."Why are you just standing here like a statue?"Annabelle turned to him slowly. Her glassy eyes met his, then flicked around the room again. She looked like a ghost of herself—confused, vulnerable, on the verge of crumbling.Richard stared at her. For a moment—just a fleeting one—the guilt tugged at him. She looked like a kicked puppy, a gentle soul who didn't deserve th

Last Updated : 2025-08-19

The Ghost Room

Annabelle's eyes darted around Richard's bedroom, taking in every detail. Her breath caught in her throat.It was identical. Every corner, every shade, every furnishing matched her childhood bedroom back at her home—The Willow Creek Mansion—the one her mother had designed with such care. For a moment, the present dissolved, and she fell headfirst into the past.The Willow Creek had been a wedding gift to Angela from her father. It was elegant, expansive, and filled with warmth—back then, at least. Angela had poured her heart into every inch of it. When Annabelle was born, Angela decorated her nursery in pastel pink—the classic choice for a baby girl. But things changed when Annabelle turned five.The mansion was undergoing renovations, and little Annabelle, who had already formed strong opinions, looked up at her mother and said, "I hate pink. White is better."Instead of dismissing her, Angela had smiled and brought in a renowned interior decorator all the way from France. The result

Last Updated : 2025-08-20

Shadows Beneath Her Skin

"This ruthless monster you keep calling names? He's actually a mafia king. Real guns, real bullets, real blood," Richard snarled, jabbing a bloodied finger toward his chest. In one swift, furious motion, he ripped the sleeve off his arm, revealing a bullet-grazed wound."Ahh, damn it!" he groaned, the pain making his jaw clench as fresh blood gushed from the wound on his upper arm—a clean graze but nasty enough to sting like hell.Annabelle stood frozen, her breath caught in her throat. The sight of the twin handguns he'd just tossed into his closet like discarded shoes had shaken her to the core, and Richard's injury knocked the wind out of her. Her knees wobbled. Then came the panic. A full-blown, gut-wrenching, heart-racing panic attack."No... no... no! This can't be happening!" she cried out, voice rising to a desperate shriek as she stumbled back and covered her eyes with both trembling hands.Richard blinked, baffled. What the hell? He'd seen her stand tall against threats, ans

Last Updated : 2025-08-21

Legacy of Fire

"My mom was a chief police officer. I was only 13 years old when she passed away."Annabelle blinked, and tears rolled down her cheeks. On the other side of the room, Richard clenched his fists at the mention of Annabelle's mother. His worst wound, pressed without warning."My mom died in an encounter with the underworld mafia. She was shot... so many bullets in her body... mercilessly. When they found her, she still had her gun in her hand. She was fighting until her last breath. I saw her like that... I can't forget it, not even now."Her voice cracked as she explained the reason behind her trauma. Tears streamed as memories of her mother consumed her.Richard turned away with a stern face, red-rimmed eyes. But Annabelle, lost in her sorrow, failed to notice his reaction.His breathing grew ragged, jaw clenched tight. Her words fanned flames buried deep.Her mother... again. Angela Sparker. The same name. The same scar. All these years, and it still burns like hell.His gaze turned

Last Updated : 2025-08-22

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