Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire Legacy : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Isabella’s POVThree years. That’s how long it had been since I held Peter in that quiet hospital room and whispered his name for the first time.The first few months were the hardest. Peter barely slept. I barely ate. My body didn’t feel like mine, and sometimes I’d wake up in the middle of the night crying without knowing why. But my mom was there — solid and unshakable, even when I wasn’t. She taught me how to swaddle him, how to burp him, how to read the signs between his cries. And when I couldn’t handle it, when I broke down in the bathroom and said I wasn’t cut out for this, she held me like she used to when I was little.“He doesn’t need perfect,” she’d say, brushing my hair back. “He just needs you. And you’re enough.”She never asked about Daniel, or the life I had left behind. Maybe she was afraid I’d run if she pushed too hard. Maybe she just knew I needed time to rebuild myself.And so the days passed.Peter grew quickly, all cheeks and curls and questions. He was the rea

John’s POVThree years had passed since I last saw her, and still, no signs of my mysterious Bella. I had held onto the pendant she left behind, knowing it was a foolish thing to do. Every day I told myself it was delusional, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t bring myself to let go of the hope that somehow, someday, I would find her again.I buried myself in work. When you have competitors like mine, doing your best isn’t just an understatement—it’s the bare minimum. Titan Weapons Co. was undergoing major renovations, and we were under pressure to complete everything within the tight deadlines. The company needed to maintain its reputation, and I couldn't afford to let anything slip.I had taken on more projects than ever, hoping to distract myself from the quiet ache of missing someone I barely knew. There were too many hours spent staring at blueprints and too many meetings to count, all while the world continued moving forward around me.The renovations to the building were more t

Isabella’s POV“Mama… who’s my daddy?”I blinked. The cartoon on the TV kept playing in the background, but my mind blanked out completely. The bowl of cereal in my hand trembled slightly, milk rippling with the sudden jolt in my heart. I turned slowly to look at Peter—my Peter—his small fingers clutched around a half-eaten cookie, his eyes innocent… curious… completely unaware of the depth of the bomb he’d just dropped.I managed a breath. “Why do you ask, baby?”He tilted his head. “Kayla said her daddy calls her and buys her cake. I want cake too.”I laughed softly, trying to sound unaffected, ruffling his curly hair as he grinned up at me. “I’ll buy you cake. Double chocolate. You don’t need a daddy for that.”He beamed, satisfied, and ran off to chase after his toys. But I stayed still. Frozen in place, the spoon still in my hand. My mind was no longer in the living room—it had taken a deep dive into memories I’d locked away long ago. Memories of mascara-streaked tears, cold cham

Isabella Pov. Mr John Mcqueen, was really making me question my sanity at the office, each minutes I always caught him stalking me. Concentrating on work was heatic and now I had a man drawn to me, Jada would wink at me occasionally.” Someone is falling” She would whisper and I would roll my eyes at her. It was either he wanted to treat me to lunch or he wanted me to bring a file to his office office. I was beginning to get comfortable with him but deep down my mind was racing. Was he the man from the bar? They had same scars But he doesn't look anything like it. Drinking was over for me, I had sworn to myself on the night I had Peter. If only I wasn't drunk maybe just maybe I would have done things differently. John asked to treat me to dinner, I agreed cause I was beginning to get acquitted with him, he asked too many uncomfortable questions and I lost my patience. John had begged repeatedly to drop me off after work but I never ran out of excuses. I would pee

John Pov. The words came out unfiltered, why would I just dim it fit to run a paternit y test on a child I knocked down. I have no reasons to back up my actions but if for anything I wanted to clear my conscience and know I won't be full of regrets by the time his parents arrive. The doctor in charge was my family daughter but we had to act as strangers in front of the teacher, just to be on safe ground. “Will get right to it”. The doctor responded leaving me in his office. I stayed in the office, looked through my phone, the only notification that popped up was the office analysis. I tucked my phone in, staring at the empty desk, my thoughts scattered. Who was this kid? How come he looks so much like me? It's no mere coincidence that our blood matches,there was more. “He had every one of my looks, like I molded him myself” I haven't had anything to do with a woman in three years. My last fling was with the runaway bride, and she never called that she was preg