All Chapters of Sexting the Billionaire: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sarah’s POVThe morning arrived eager, as though the day itself had been waiting for us.Weekends like this always felt the same in our neighbourhood: Saturdays for families, especially for those who worked government jobs. It was the day people stayed home, turned off their work phones, and pretended the rest of the world could wait. Some families, with more money, took trips or staycations. For most of us, the plan was simple — parks, malls, and the small, ordinary pleasures that seemed to heal everything for a little while.“Hey!” I called the moment I knocked and stepped into Cynthia’s room.I hadn’t barged in; she’d invited me. She was already dressed for our outing. Her dress was soft and floral, puffing slightly at the shoulders, and she’d paired it with worn All-Star sneakers and a cross-body bag. Her hair was knotted into two playful ponytails, the kind she only bothered with when she knew the day held something fun.The last time we’d had a shopping day like this was seven ye

Abraham’s POV.To say that I still reminisce about the spicy picture Sarah sent to me was an understatement, because the right word was that I was lost in it. It wasn’t something that slipped out of my memory like an ordinary image. It stayed, burned into my mind, haunting me at every quiet hour.She had sent it on view only. Which meant that I couldn’t save it on my phone, I couldn’t screenshot it, I couldn’t do anything that would make me check it again even a second time. But my memory had always been sharp enough, and in this case, it worked like a curse and a blessing.I remember the picture like I remember my own birthday.The way her curve was so enticing. The way her eyes were so drawing. The way her lips were so tender, and her cleavage around that bra was beyond enticing. It was as if she had intentionally chosen the angles that would cut into my soul and leave me restless.One thing was clear: the Sarah I once knew didn’t have that much hips and that sexy body. Back then, s

Abraham’s POVI clenched my phone in my palm so tightly it felt as if I wanted to crush it into dust. My hand trembled, veins bulging, and I could hear the faint creak of the phone’s body under my grip.My eyes burned red, not from sleeplessness but from the storm building inside me. To think that anyone would dare to touch my daughter, even if she no longer saw me as her father, was enough to awaken the devil within me.And that was why I had Roland.Roland, the daredevil.The man I handpicked because of what he could do when words failed. Where I used influence and wealth, he used brute force and a kind of violence I could never bring myself to commit but would gladly watch unfold when necessary. He was dangerous, unpredictable to others but loyal to me. And today, I knew I would need him more than ever.“Roland!” I called sharply, my voice breaking through the silence of the house.“Yes, boss.” His voice came from the balcony as if he had already been waiting for my command.He ste

Sarah’s POV“Mum… he…”“Don’t be scared dear… You are safe now.” I interrupted Cynthia immediately, even though I didn’t fully hear what she was trying to say. Something deep inside me whispered that she was terrified. That the words on her lips were: Mum, he did it. He made me too scared.I brushed her hair softly with my hand and tilted her face so I could look directly into her eyes.“We will return home now. And we won’t have to come back here again. I promise.” I added firmly, searching her gaze as though I could find proof there that the fear had left her, that she was beginning to believe me.“Sarah…” Abraham’s voice broke the moment, slow and heavy, as if he wanted to say something but the weight of his own thoughts choked the words. He looked as though sentences were forming in his mouth but crumbling before they reached me.But even if he had spoken, even if words did not fail him, was I ready to listen?“There is nothing for you to say, Abraham. You are not to blame. I am.”

Sarah’s POVI stepped into my room after letting my mother encourage me. But no, I didn’t step into my room to sleep like a mother defeated by fear. I stepped in with fire in my chest, my heartbeat pounding with determination.I had an intention, and I was going to execute it.Abraham had done too much already.Five years ago, you brought in a woman, called her your cousin, and slept with her in our own home. Because of that audacity, I walked away. I left you behind with all the lies you built around yourself. Five years down the line, you came crawling back, pretending like time could erase what you did.You found a way to trace where I live. You got my number. You began texting every night like nothing ever happened.And then, as if you had any right left, you had the audacity to demand nasty pictures from me. As though that was not enough, because you were diagnosed with the worst form of diabetes, you became desperate, begging, manipulating, trying to make me feel pity for you.A