All Chapters of The Billionaire Legacy : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Daniel's Pov.“Isabella”. I called out to her, she looked beautiful and breath taking.I tried to maintain balance but her beauty swept me off my feet and like the last time, Isabella tried to ignore me.She rolled her eyes turning swiftly to the receptionist, dropping a file on the block.I chuckled.“Isabella!”. I called out coldly grabbing her hands but she yanked it off.“Let go of me”. She hissed.That moment I lost it, this was the same way she embarrassed me at the gala and now she was doing same in front of a common underplayed receptionist whobwoukd spread the gossip.“We need to talk”. I said finally controlling my temper, even though I had hurt her in the past, she still had to respect me cause I was her damn first love.Women were totally understandable.“I have nothing to say to you, send the pdf of the last project to me right now”. Isabella ignored me facing the receptionist whose eyes kept on farting back and forth.“On it ma’am”. The receptonist answered her hands sha

Anabella's Pov.Daniel stood in front of the receptionist, the lady was noisy.I ignored him and there the file to her table, but Daniel woundby stop haunting me.I tried to salvage the situation but he was bent on making me a laughing stock among the other employees.I kept on looking around for John, but he was nowhere in sight and Daniel was playing tge pity card with the bitter hypocrites mumribg like I was the villains here.I walked outside when I couldn't take it no more, Daniel followed after a while.The conversation heated, tears poured, I thought I was finally free from Daniel shackles but no matter how far I went, he drew me close with little or no effort.“Pack your things and bring my boy to me”. Daniel smiled, rubbing both hands.I wanted to hit him till my hands hurt, I wanted him to feel every pain I felt when I saw him banging my best friend in the toilet.“Or what”. The voice authoritative and commanding.We both turned at once and saw the the tall glass of handsom

Mia's Pov.The mansion was steeped in that rare kind of silence that felt alive, as if the walls themselves were listening. The only sound was the soft clink of glass as I swirled the wine in my goblet, watching the deep red catch the faint glow of the chandelier above. It bled like liquid rubies, heavy, intoxicating, and it made me smileAcross from me, Daniel sat in his armchair, head bent, fingers scrolling on his phone with his usual precision. His brows were furrowed, his face a perfect sculpture of composure. But then, his phone vibrated again — not the usual line, not the company call, but the other one. The one only a handful of people knew.I knew it was his detective. I had never met the man, but I had heard the name whispered enough to know. Daniel kept him close for matters he didn’t want anyone else to touch.He answered quickly, his tone clipped. “Yes?”The moment stretched. I held my breath without meaning to.Then his expression changed. Just a flicker at first — but i

Daniel's PovI couldn’t breathe.The steering wheel shook under my hands as I sped through the city, the glow of streetlights blurring past. I wasn’t sure if it was the car trembling or me. My chest was tight, my pulse hammering so hard it hurt.Peter.Gone.The detective’s words wouldn’t stop replaying. I’d heard them once, but it felt like a thousand echoes drilling into my skull. From where? How? I had screamed, but it didn’t matter. The boy was gone. Annabelle’s boy.Her only anchor. Her only weakness.And now her weapon.My mouth was dry, bitter with the taste of fear I hadn’t let myself feel in years. Fear was weakness, and weakness got you killed in my world. But tonight, it clung to me like smoke, suffocating.Because I knew what was at stake.Annabelle would never believe I had nothing to do with it. Not after everything I’d done to her. God, if she even suspected me, it would be over. Not just between us—if there was even an “us” left—but everything. My company. My empire

Anabella’s Pov.Sunlight fractured through the blinds, thin streaks of gold across the dust-laden air. I lay on the edge of the sofa, rigid with tension. The message glowed on the phone resting against my chest, throbbing with possibility:“Your father is alive. Locked in a bunker beneath Vanguard Weapons Industry.”My heart pounded so violently, I thought it would shatter through my ribs. I pressed the phone against my skin, wanting to burn the words into my flesh so I’d never forget them. But the lie nestled there too—a secret sharp enough to cut me from the inside.I didn’t tell John.I couldn’t. If I did, all control would leave me. He would take over, marshal resources, call in favors. I wouldn’t—couldn’t—pursue this alone if he was involved. So I buried the secret under my blouse, under my skin.I tried to move, but panic anchored every nerve. My hands twitched, fingers twitching like wounded birds. The world around me buzzed—too bright, too loud. I closed my eyes.Then I saw i