Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire Legacy : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Anabella’s Pov.I hadn’t seen Daniel since that night.The echo of his hand across my cheek still lingered, the sting long faded but the humiliation carved so deep into me that I carried it with every breath. In all the years I had known him, through the betrayal, through the ruin of promises, through the endless storms, he had never raised his hand against me until then. He had hurt me in a thousand different ways, yes, but never like that. That slap was the final crack in whatever illusion I had left of the boy I once thought I would marry.And then, he disappeared.Days stretched like shadows, heavy and unrelenting. No footsteps in the hall, no sound of doors opening, no deep voice curling through the silence. Only reminders of him. Flowers delivered each morning, enormous arrangements that made the rooms feel more like tombs. Their perfume saturated the air until it felt like I was breathing rot. Among the roses, lilies, and orchids, one small card had arrived, scrawled with his h

Mia’s POV.I stared at her, and for a moment I couldn’t breathe. The words tumbled out before I even realized what I was saying.“You own it all. You’ve always owned everything.”It came out sharp, like glass splintering. My throat tightened, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. Something in me had snapped the moment she walked into the mansion, the moment she turned those eyes on me, eyes that used to be mine to look down on, eyes that had once been filled with hesitation and shyness, now steady, calm, cold.Her face didn’t flinch the way I expected. Instead, her brow furrowed, and she tilted her head slightly, confusion flickering across her pale features.“Own what?” she asked softly. Her voice was fragile but not weak. There was something in it , something steady that made my chest burn.I laughed, but it wasn’t real laughter. It was bitter, choked, hollow.“What do you have that I don’t have?” I hissed. “That’s it, isn’t it? You don’t even know. You don’t even realize it because y

Daniel Pov.She scoffed in my face. That little sound cut deeper than any word she could’ve thrown. Her arms tightened around Peter, dragging him closer to her chest like I was some kind of threat. My own son. My blood. Yet the way she held him, it was like he belonged only to her.And without another word, she turned and walked away. Straight into the toilet. The door slammed, and I heard the sharp click of the lock.I froze, staring at that door. My fists clenched, jaw locking tight until my teeth ached.“Annabella,” I called out, my voice deep, trying to sound controlled when really, I was shaking. “Open the door.”Nothing.I pressed my palm against the wood, leaning my forehead close. “Don’t do this. Don’t hide from me. We need to talk.”Still silence.Something inside me cracked. I slammed my fist into the door, once, twice. The sound echoed through the hallway, vibrating through my bones.“Open the damn door, Annabella!” I shouted, each word raw.I kept hitting it, knuckles stin

Daniel’s POV.The sound of the slap echoed in my ears long after my palm left Mia’s face. It was sharp, ugly, final like something breaking that couldn’t be put back together. She stumbled back a step, clutching her cheek, eyes wide and brimming with tears.I’d never seen her look at me that way before. Not even when we fought. Not even when she hated me. This was different. This was shock. Betrayal.But damn it, she pushed me.“Coward,” she spat, her voice shaking, but her words cutting clean through my chest. “You’re pathetic, Daniel. Pathetic. Running around pretending you’re a man when you can’t even control your own house. That little tramp Annabella, she owns you. You think I don’t see it?”Her words hit harder than I expected.“You’re losing everything,” she hissed, stepping closer. “Your company, your family, your mind. And for what? Some girl who doesn’t even want you?”My blood boiled.I’d told her not to go to Annabella. I’d warned her. But Mia never listened. And today, sh

John’s POV.The courtroom was heavy with silence, the kind of silence that pressed against the walls and crawled into the lungs of everyone seated inside. I sat at the defense table, my wrists no longer bound, but the invisible chains of suspicion weighed on me still. For months it seemed I had been fighting for my life, dragged through hearings, interrogations, and endless trials. My name had been slandered, my reputation gutted, my empire shaken.And yet, after all the storms, after the suffocating accusations, the truth was finally clawing its way out into the light.The judge’s voice carried across the room, steady and clear, every syllable pounding against John’s chest.“This court finds that the defendant, John McQueen, has been wrongfully accused of espionage and treason against the United States. The evidence presented by the prosecution has been found to be falsified and inconclusive. Furthermore, newly provided documentation, authenticated by the CIA, confirms his innocence.