Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire Legacy : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Daniel’s POV.My body froze mid-thrust, breath stuck in my chest like a brick. For a second, I thought I’d misheard, thought my ears were playing some cruel trick. But the words echoed again inside my skull, louder, heavier.John. Released. Out.No. That wasn’t possible.Beneath me, Clara let out a whine, her painted nails digging into my shoulders as she tried to pull me back down to her. “Danny, don’t stop,” she whispered, trying to grind her hips against me, desperate to keep the rhythm alive.But I was gone. My mind had been ripped clean out of that room.I shoved away from her and rolled onto my side, chest heaving. The air felt thick, choking me, my body trembling though the room was hot.“Daniel,” Clara whined again, dragging the sheet up over her bare chest, pouting like a child denied a sweet. “What are you doing? We were just”“Shut up.” My voice came out sharp, raw. I swung my legs off the bed and grabbed my pants, yanking them on with clumsy hands.Her eyes widened, offend

Mia’s POV.The slam of the door made me jump so hard the cup in my hand slipped. It hit the floor with a sharp crack, shattering into a hundred pieces, hot coffee splashing over my bare feet. I gasped, but my eyes were already wide not at the pain, not at the mess, but at him.Daniel.He was standing there like a storm that had broken into my house. His chest was rising and falling, hair wet, his clothes clinging to him. He looked like he had walked through hell to get here, and the fury in his eyes it burned. It burned so hot my own breath caught in my throat.“Daniel” My voice broke on his name, weak, too small in the space between us.He didn’t answer. He moved.Two strides and his hand was on me, his grip iron around my arm. He shoved me back against the wall so fast my head knocked lightly against it. My heart lurched into my throat. His face was right there, inches from mine, and it wasn’t the Daniel I knew. His eyes were blazing with something dark, dangerous, unforgiving.“Mia

John’s POV.The office felt wrong. Empty. Every corner, every polished surface, every echoing click of my shoes as I moved through it screamed absence. She wasn’t here. Not Annabella, not Peter. The quiet wasn’t the comforting quiet I sometimes craved. It was hollow. Heavy. Like the air itself had turned against me. I ran my hand across the desk, tracing the grain like if I focused hard enough, I could pull her back into the room. But it didn’t work. Nothing ever did.I looked around and saw the faint marks of where she had been, where she had sat reading or laughing or scolding Peter for leaving his toys in the hallway. The memory hit me like a fist. The way her hair had caught the light, the way her lips curved when she was amused, how fiercely she loved and yet could be so gentle. I had taken all of that for granted, and now it was gone.I couldn’t stay. Sitting in this empty office made the weight of what I hadn’t done press on my chest until I could barely breathe. I had to go ho

John Pov.The office smelled faintly of leather and cold coffee. I was about to step into the master suite of my company, ready to run through numbers and strategy, when my phone buzzed. Doc.I straightened my tie, already sensing the weight behind the call. He never reached out personally unless it was serious.“John,” he said, voice measured but urgent. “It’s…Annabella’s Mother. She’s deteriorating. She keeps calling out for Annabella and Peter. She wants to see them. She… she’s afraid she’s going to die before she does.”“I don’t know how else to pester her”I felt the edge of irritation cut through me, but I pushed it down. Annabella. Peter. And Daniel had them.“I’m on my way,” I said, voice calm, firm. I didn’t show panic. I never did. Then I hung up.I strode to the elevator, button pressed, heels clicking against marble. My driver was waiting outside, engine already running. I slid into the back seat without a word.“Drive,” I said. My eyes were cold, focused. The city lights

Anabella Pov.I lay there in silence.The silence was heavy, pressing on my chest like a stone. I didn’t want to move. I couldn’t move. My body didn’t even feel like it belonged to me anymore, it felt stolen, broken, desecrated.Daniel’s arm had fallen off the edge of the coach, his breathing deep and even, like a man who had spent the night at leisure, satisfied. His face looked calm in sleep. Innocent, almost.And that was what broke me.He had destroyed me, and yet he slept as though he had done nothing at all.I stared at the ceiling, my throat raw from screaming, my cheeks sticky with dried tears. My limbs ached, my skin burned where his hands had been, but the worst pain was somewhere deeper. Somewhere I couldn’t touch.I wanted to scream again, but what was the point? The walls here swallowed everything. My voice had no power. My body had no power. My life had no power.I turned my head, just slightly, just enough to see him sprawled across the sheets. His chest rose and fell s