All Chapters of The Billionaire's Forgotten Night: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Cracks in Her Armor

The guest room smelled faintly of antiseptic and roses. Abigail sat primly on the edge of the bed, lips pushed out in a pout while a young maid dabbed ointment across her scraped hand. She hissed and winced dramatically, milking every touch for sympathy.The door burst open.Britney stormed in, heels hammering the floor like gunfire. Her face was thunder. Without a word, her palm cracked across Abigail’s cheek. The slap echoed off the walls.Abigail gasped, clutching her face. “Britney—!”“You idiot!” Britney’s voice was sharp enough to cut glass. “Instead of driving Annabelle out, you hand her Richard’s sympathy on a silver platter? Are you completely brainless?”“I—” Abigail stammered, eyes darting to the maid who immediately ducked out, leaving them alone.Britney loomed over her, eyes blazing, nails biting into her own arms. “I told you to be careful, not to pick a fight like some jealous street brat. You made him protective of her. You tilted the scales in her favor!”Abigail’s l

Last Updated : 2025-09-21

Waiting for the Fire

The color bled back into Annabelle’s cheeks as she steadied herself, the shock in her eyes hardening into something colder. She let out a sharp breath, tilting her head at Abigail with a mocking little smile.“You’re real bold waving Brian’s name around,” she drawled, her voice carrying enough bite to sting. “But tell me, sweetheart—do you even have the guts to make that call?”Abigail stiffened.Annabelle leaned forward, her voice dropping low, each word sliding like silk over steel. “What do you think would happen if Brian and Richard ended up face-to-face? Hmm? I’d simply say he was my ex. But you—” her eyes glittered with wicked amusement “—what story would you spin?”The smug curve of her lips widened as she closed the space between them, whispering just loud enough for Abigail to hear. “And tell me honestly… do you really believe I’d run away after one night out of shame? That doesn’t sound like me, does it?”Abigail’s throat bobbed. Her mask cracked. For once, doubt flickered i

Last Updated : 2025-09-22

Shadows Before the Storm

Late that evening, Richard sat slouched back in his leather chair, one hand flipping through a thick folder, the other rolling a crystal paperweight between his fingers like it was nothing more than a coin. His gaze flickered lazily over the papers, but his mind was elsewhere, the shadows beneath his eyes sharper than usual.Behind him, Marc was methodically arranging files on the rack, his movements precise and silent, as if afraid of disturbing his boss’s quiet storm.The office door suddenly banged open.“Richard, you’ve got to be kidding me!” Jordan’s voice cracked through the room like a whip.Marc spun on his heels, brows raised. Richard, however, only lifted his eyes once before dropping them back to the file, his expression as casual as if Jordan had just commented on the weather.“Are you serious right now?” Jordan barked, striding in and throwing himself into the chair opposite Richard’s desk.Richard didn’t flinch. “About what?” he asked coolly, still scanning the lines of

Last Updated : 2025-09-23

The Masquerade of Power

The Barton ballroom buzzed with quiet luxury. Golden light from crystal chandeliers spilled across polished marble, illuminating the swirl of designer gowns and bespoke tuxedos. Waiters weaved through the crowd with practiced ease, trays of champagne glinting beneath the lights.For most, it was a night to celebrate.For Annabelle, it was survival.The uniform clung uncomfortably—a corseted top that restricted every breath, a skirt shorter than dignity allowed, heels that turned every step into a calculated risk. But she walked with her spine straight, her tray steady, her expression unreadable.Annabelle forced her shoulders back, reminding herself she had to endure. Quitting wasn’t an option.She moved between the glittering guests, tray steady, when a sharp, mocking voice cut through the chatter, freezing her mid-step.“Well, well… look what the wind dragged in.”Annabelle turned slowly, her eyes locking on Julia, draped in emerald satin that caught the light like a blade. Britney

Last Updated : 2025-09-24

Facade of Grace

A collective gasp rippled across the guests nearby, heads turning toward the commotion. Julia crouched immediately, feigning concern.“Oh my God, are you okay?” she said sweetly, loud enough to draw attention. But her eyes glittered with malice, her smirk carefully angled away from the onlookers. “Such a shame… though I suppose grace isn’t exactly a requirement for… waitresses.”Laughter rippled quietly at the edges, muffled behind fans and champagne flutes. Abigail stood poised, sipping delicately from her glass, gaze locked on Annabelle like a cat watching a cornered mouse.Britney sauntered closer, her heels clicking sharply against the marble, tilting her head as if Annabelle were an insect under a microscope.“Honestly, Julia, why bother? It’s not her fault she doesn’t belong here.” Britney’s lips curled. “This is what happens when you let strays wander into places meant for pedigree.”Annabelle inhaled slowly, forcing the air deep into her lungs, ignoring the sting in her knees

Last Updated : 2025-09-25

Inheritance of Scars

“Annabelle.”Samuel’s voice was deep, steady — deceptively calm, but laced with authority. He stepped forward, shrugging off his coat and draping it over her trembling shoulders. The warmth of the fabric contrasted cruelly with the icy chaos around them.“You’re hurt,” he muttered, fingers brushing lightly against her scraped knuckles. His jaw tightened as his cold gaze sliced toward Abigail. “What the hell is this?!”Abigail froze for a second, then quickly recovered, flipping her curls back with a dramatic sigh. “Dad, seriously? You’re believing her?” Her voice pitched higher, sugar laced with venom. “She was asking for it. Throwing herself around like she owns the place, trying to steal Richard right under my nose. I was just—”“Enough.” Samuel’s voice cracked like a whip. His eyes burned into Abigail’s, full of restrained fury. “She’s your sister. You don’t lay hands on family.”Annabelle’s lips twitched into a bitter, humorless smile as she clutched the coat tighter around hersel

Last Updated : 2025-09-26

The Quiet Violence of Desire

The ballroom fell into a hushed buzz after the ugly confrontation. Chandeliers glittered above, but all eyes were glued to Richard Barton, who stood tall and composed, his arm securely around Annabelle’s shoulders like a silent shield.Richard’s gaze dipped to the small cut near her temple. His jaw tightened, and his voice came low but firm.“You need first aid,” he muttered, already crouching slightly as if to lift her.Before he could, Abigail swooped in, forcing a sweet smile that didn’t reach her eyes.“Richard, it’s your birthday! You can’t just leave like this. You still have to cut the cake.”Inside, panic clawed at her. If he carries Annabelle out like some doting boyfriend, I’ll be the biggest laughingstock here.Richard’s head turned slowly, his sharp glare pinning her. His voice dropped to a deadly calm.“You planned this party, Abigail. Take care of it yourself.”Annabelle tugged lightly at his sleeve, giving him a small, pleading look and subtly flicking her gaze toward t

Last Updated : 2025-09-27

The Illusion of Surrender

A shadow peeled away from the far corner.“You’re late,” Abigail hissed, grabbing the man’s collar and yanking him close before he could even greet her.Brian Miller’s lips curved into a slow, wicked grin. “Easy, sweetheart,” he drawled, his voice low and teasing. “You drag me out of a poker game, then you try to strangle me the second I show up? You sure know how to make a guy feel wanted.”Abigail shoved at his chest, but he didn’t budge — if anything, he stepped closer, invading her space until her back brushed the cold wall. “Spare me the crap, Brian,” she snapped, her tone sharp despite the heat rising in her cheeks. “He’s taken her upstairs.”Brian arched a brow, his hand bracing against the wall beside her head. “Upstairs?” he murmured, leaning so close that his breath ghosted across her skin. “Fifty-fifth floor, huh?” His grin turned shameless. “Guess someone’s having fun without us.”“Focus,” she bit out, twisting slightly to move away, but his other hand slid along her waist

Last Updated : 2025-09-28

A Labyrinth of Touch

Annabelle’s heels clicked softly against the polished floor as she cast one last glance at the sleeping figure of Richard, his face calm and unguarded. Without a sound, she slipped out of the room, the cool air of the hallway brushing against her skin.As she walked, her mind drifted back to the night before — how it all spiraled, how one unexpected moment led to another — and the memories came rushing back like a tide.Flashback begins…Richard was tending to the wound on Annabelle's arm when a knock came at the door.He glanced at her briefly, then called out, “Come in.”A waiter stepped inside, carrying a tray balanced with a steaming bowl of soup and a few delicate dishes. But Annabelle’s eyes narrowed instantly.No trolley. No gloves. No polished demeanor.She’d worked at the Grand Hyatt for two years before, long enough to know the entire food service staff — and this man wasn’t one of them.So, this is your little game, Abigail? she thought, her lips curling faintly. Trying to

Last Updated : 2025-09-29

Victory in Silence

A sharp throb pulsed at her temples as Abigail stirred, blinking against the harsh morning light filtering through the curtains. Her head felt heavy, her thoughts tangled in a sluggish haze. The silk sheets clung to her bare skin, and it was only when she shifted that the chill of the air brushed against her shoulder - that she realized.She wasn't wearing anything.A slow, satisfied smile curled at her lips as fragments of last night began piecing themselves together. Finally, she thought smugly, Richard had given in. Everything she'd planned - the candles, the aphrodisiac, the carefully staged drama - had worked like a charm.But then she turned her head.And froze.Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze landed on the man sprawled beside her, his dark hair messy, lips parted in a careless sleep. Not Richard.Brian.For a second, her mind went blank, disbelief clawing at her chest. And then the truth slammed into her like a freight train, knocking the breath right out of her."W

Last Updated : 2025-09-30

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