Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire Legacy : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Anabella Pov.“He’s breathing again.”The doctor’s words should’ve felt like light.But they hit me like a punch to the chest. Relief sharp, dizzying mixed with fear so heavy it made my legs tremble.I gripped the edge of the counter. “So he’s okay?”The doctor hesitated, eyes darting toward the ICU. “We stabilized his pulse. He’s still critical, but for now… he’s fighting.”“For now.”Those two words twisted in my stomach.He murmured something about observation and possible transfer, then walked away, leaving the air thick and sour.Silence stretched for a long moment.Then I turned to Daniel.He was standing there like a statue, shoulders squared, eyes on the floor. That same calm, empty mask.And just like that, everything in me snapped.“This is your fault,” I said, voice shaking.He looked up slowly. “Anabella”“No, don’t. Don’t say my name like you care.” My hands were trembling, but I couldn’t stop. “This is all because of you! Because you locked us up, because you wanted cont

Anabella pov.The first sound that breaks through the silence is the faint, steady beeping.Beep.Beep.Beep.It’s weak, uneven, but it’s there.It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.My whole body goes still for a second before I realize what it means. My heart jumps, and I push away from the nurse holding me. “He’s alive,” I whisper. “He’s alive oh my God, he’s alive!”The nurse barely has time to stop me. I’m already running toward the ICU door. I don’t wait for permission this time. I shove it open and rush inside.The air smells like antiseptic and sweat, but I don’t care. Peter’s small chest is rising barely, but it’s rising.“Peter,” I breathe, stumbling to his bedside. His lips are pale, his eyelids half-closed, tubes everywhere. “My baby… oh God, my baby…”I drop to my knees beside the bed and grab his hand, kissing his fingers, his knuckles, the back of his palm. “Mommy’s here,” I whisper over and over. “You did it, baby. You fought. You’re so strong.”A sob breaks

Annabella's POV.Peter fell back asleep not long after that and I stayed where I was with my hand still wrapped around his. The nurse came in again to adjust his IV and check his temperature. She smiled at me before leaving and said he was doing much better.I nodded but I did not say anything. I was too tired to form words anymore.The room settled into a heavy quiet. The kind that made every small sound feel louder than it should. The hum of the machines. The soft rustle of the sheets when Peter shifted slightly. My own breathing.I leaned back in the chair and stared at the ceiling. My body ached everywhere. My back hurt from sitting too long and my legs felt stiff. But I could not bring myself to move. Not yet.The fluorescent lights above buzzed faintly and I found myself counting the tiles on the ceiling. Anything to keep my mind from drifting back to the moment when the monitor flatlined. Anything to stop seeing his small body jerking under the shock of the defibrillator.I clo

Anabella's POVThe jail cell was smaller than I expected.I sat on the thin mattress staring at the gray walls and trying to breathe normally. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Daniel's face in that hospital window. That smile. That cold, satisfied smile that told me everything.He won.After everything I did to protect Peter, after all the sacrifices and compromises and pieces of myself I gave up, Daniel still won.My hands were shaking. I pressed them together and squeezed until my knuckles turned white but they wouldn't stop shaking.Peter was alone. My baby was lying in a hospital bed recovering from poison and I wasn't there. I couldn't hold his hand or read him stories or tell him everything would be okay.Because maybe it wouldn't be okay.Maybe I would spend the rest of my life in prison for a crime I didn't commit while Daniel raised my son and twisted him into something dark.The thought made me want to scream but I swallowed it down. Screaming wouldn't help. Crying wouldn'

John's POVI couldn't just sit around waiting for lawyers and judges to save Anabella.Marcus was good at his job, one of the best defense attorneys in the state, but the legal system moved too slowly. By the time her trial started, Daniel could have buried all the evidence and intimidated every witness who might speak against him. He had money, connections, and no conscience. That was a dangerous combination.So I took matters into my own hands.I hired three private investigators. The best money could buy. Former FBI agents who knew how to find things people wanted hidden, who understood how criminals thought and operated. They didn't come cheap, but I didn't care about the cost. This was about saving Anabella and protecting Peter."Follow everyone connected to Daniel," I told them during our first meeting in my office. "His employees, his business partners, his friends, his mistresses if he has any. I want to know who he talks to, where he goes, what he eats for breakfast. Everythi