All Chapters of Sexting the Billionaire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Sarah’s POVI was about to go into Cynthia’s room to talk to her about how my day went, about how I saw Abraham’s car parked outside, and to ask if she had been the one who invited him.A part of me already knew she might not want to tell me the truth right away. Not because she wanted to keep secrets from me or to do things behind my back that she knew I wouldn’t agree to, but because she had a habit of softening the truth, of protecting my feelings even when I didn’t ask her to.But tonight, I was determined. She was a child, yes, but that didn’t mean she should be left to make choices that could reopen old wounds.I had already made up my mind. I was going to tell her tonight the reason why we could not let Abraham back into our lives, let alone into our home.I knew he was her father, and no matter how much she tried to hide it, she would always have a soft spot for him. That’s the way love works for a child; it doesn’t vanish because of betrayal. It lingers, waiting for a moment

Sarah’s POVThe moment I stepped back inside, I saw her, Cynthia. Her eyes were glued to her phone like she was reading something that carried weight, something that stirred emotions too heavy for her age.She sighed deeply as she saw me closed the door behind me, her shoulders rising and falling with a quiet tension that instantly caught my attention. For a brief second, she stood there, staring down at her phone, then pressed the button at its side as though shutting it off could silence whatever truth she had just read.My mother was in the kitchen, just by the corner of the living room, wiping her hands on a towel. The faint aroma of stew filled the air. It was obvious she had been cooking for us. The warmth of home contrasted the sudden cold I felt inside me, the kind that came when silence carried too many unspoken things.“So, he’s gone?” Cynthia’s small, fragile voice finally broke through the quiet.That question pierced me. With it, I knew exactly what she meant and who she

Dave’s POVI stepped out of my doctor’s hospital as my appointment finally came to an end. The morning air brushed against my bruised face, reminding me why I had to be there in the first place.I had fixed an appointment early this morning to see him about what that bastard, Sarah’s ex, did to my face last night.I swear to God, if it had not been in front of Sarah’s house, I would have lost control. The only thing that stopped me from pulling out my pistol from the trunk and putting a bullet in that fool was the thought of Sarah seeing me like that, seeing that side of me. I didn’t want that…I clenched my jaw, remembering how hard I had to hold myself back.Thankfully, the doctor said the wound was not serious.“It will heal soon. You don’t have to worry about a thing,” he told me as he applied a thin layer of medicated cream over the bruise, his fingers precise, his tone calm. Then he sealed it with a medicated plaster and gave me a reassuring nod.When I stepped outside, Ferdinand

Sarah’s POVI stepped down from my car and walked toward our front door, my heart light and full of quiet excitement.As I reached for the doorknob, ready to twist it downwards, my phone buzzed in my bag, startling me. I hesitated, my hand still on the knob, and quickly fished out my phone. The screen lit up, and there it was.Dave.For a moment, I blinked at the name. He was calling me back. Maybe he had seen my missed call and was returning it.I answered at once. “Hello,” I said, trying to sound casual even though my voice carried a small tremor of curiosity.“I sincerely apologize, Sarah. I missed your call earlier,” he said, his tone smooth, polite, and familiar.Though it was thoughtful of him to call back, my brow furrowed. How did he know I called? When I’d tried reaching him before, my phone had said his number was not available. If his number wasn’t available, it shouldn’t have rung, and he shouldn’t have known I called at all.“How did you know I called earlier?” I asked, u

Sarah’s POV“You look so admirable, like the angel you are,” Dave said suddenly, his tone soft and sincere. His eyes locked into mine, glowing with something gentle yet firm, and his lips widened into a tender smile. I didn’t even realize when I began to smile back at him. It felt natural, like the warmth of sunlight after a long, cold season.It is true what they say; women love compliments. They sink into our hearts, reminding us that we are seen, desired, and appreciated. It was not just vanity. It was the reassurance that we still mattered. And for me, a single mum who had spent so long surviving instead of living, hearing words like that from Dave stirred something I had not felt in years. Could that be why I found myself falling for his words every time he spoke?We sat by the table of a restaurant outside Marinda View. The night was calm, the air scented with soft music and roasted spices. Dave could have taken me to his own restaurant, after all, he owned the most successful on