All Chapters of The Forgotten wife of the Billionaire : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The flight home felt shorter than the one that had brought us to London. Maybe it was because Eliana slept most of the way, her little lion clutched tight to her chest, her cheek pressed against my arm. Or maybe it was because the air between Dominic and me had shifted—subtle, dangerous, undeniable. The kiss from last night still lingered on my lips. I could feel it like a brand, like a secret too powerful to speak aloud. Neither of us mentioned it on the plane. We sat close, shoulders brushing every so often, but we kept our words light for Eliana’s sake. She was full of chatter about double-decker buses and her “London room,” blissfully unaware of how carefully we avoided meeting each other’s eyes for too long. When the plane touched down, reality came rushing back. Home wasn’t London. Home was responsibility, unfinished battles, and Dominic’s father—the shadow that still loomed over everything. By the time we reached the house, Eliana was awake again, practically skipping ahead

“Dominic?” Lena’s voice trembled this time, but I couldn’t look at her. My fist tightened around the phone until the edges bit into my palm.He knew. Or at least he was close enough to guessing.“Dominic,” she said again, stepping forward, her fear breaking through. “What is it? Show me.”I turned, the screen still glowing in my hand. Her eyes found it before I could hide it. Her face drained of colour, her hand flying to her mouth.“No…” Her whisper was raw. “He can’t—he can’t know.”I forced myself to stay steady, even as every instinct screamed to tear the world apart. “He won’t touch her,” I swore, my voice low and lethal. “Not while I’m breathing.”But Lena didn’t look reassured. Her wide, terrified eyes met mine, and in that silence I felt it too—the truth that neither of us could outrun forever.My father had found the one thing that could break me.And now, he knew where to strike.******** Didn’t sleep.The image of Eliana’s laugh, caught through a stranger’s lens, burned it

The house was too quiet. Not empty—just the kind of quiet that made me suspicious.Eliana’s giggles spilt from the kitchen downstairs as Lena helped her pour cereal. For a second, I let myself believe this was normal: mornings together, sunlight through the windows, the sound of a child’s laughter softening the edges of my life.Then my phone buzzed.Another message. No words this time—just a picture.It was Eliana. At the garden swing. Taken from inside the gates.My stomach turned to stone.“Dominic?” Lena’s voice came from the doorway. She had flour dusted across her sleeve, her brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”I angled the phone away, my hand tightening around it. “Nothing.”Her eyes narrowed. She didn’t believe me. She never did.Eliana burst in, Leo tucked under her arm. “Uncle Dom! Mommy says I can make cookies today. Will you help?”I crouched, brushing a curl from her face even as my pulse pounded. “Of course, sweetheart. Anything you want.”She darted back to the kitchen, humm

The phone went dead in my hand. Orders given. Wheels are already turning.I stood there for a moment, staring at the reflection in the dark window—my reflection, but not the man Lena saw when I carried Eliana’s bags inside this house. Not the man who let himself laugh when she called it a castle.This version of me was the one my father had raised. The weapon. The son forged for his empire. And I hated that Lena had seen it tonight.“Dominic…”Her voice came from behind me, soft but laced with something that cut deeper than anger—fear. Not fear of my father. Fear of me.I turned. She stood in the doorway, arms crossed like she was bracing herself against the storm I carried. For the first time, I realised how fragile this peace we’d built was—cookies, bedtime stories, stolen kisses by the river. One call, and it all cracked.“I told you I wouldn’t let him touch her,” I said. My voice came out sharper than I wanted. “This is the only way.”Her eyes shone, not with tears, but with a ste

The house felt different in the morning.Not brighter. Not safer. Just smaller—like the walls were closing in, pressing with the weight of what we all knew now: he’d been here. Inside.The thought made my stomach twist every time I looked at Eliana. She was still chattering to Leo over her cereal like nothing was wrong, her curls bouncing as she explained how knights “protected castles from dragons.” She had no idea she’d already been stalked in her sleep.Lena sat across from her, a quiet shadow. She stirred her tea without drinking it, her eyes flicking toward me every so often. Not with blame—not exactly. But with something heavier. A question she wasn’t asking out loud: Can you really keep us safe?I couldn’t answer her. Not yet.I pushed back from the table. “Eat up, Eliana. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”“Where are you going, Uncle Dom?” she asked, her spoon halfway to her mouth.I forced a smile. “Just to make sure the castle walls are strong enough.”Her eyes lit up. “Can I h