All Chapters of Beneath the billionaire shadows : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The words hit me like cold water. My chest tightened. My skin prickled. I could feel the blood drain from my face. How did he know? The world tilted. My mouth went dry. I stared at him, as my pulse thudding in my neck. I forced a weak smile, tried to swallow the rising panic. “Yeah…I... I meant her grave,I just want to lay flowers That's all” I stammered, eyes darting away from his, but I could feel his gaze pressing into me like a weight. As if sensing my fear,he reached out too gently and took her hand in his. His thumb brushed slow circles over her knuckles. I wanted to pull back, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. He tilted his head slightly, “You don’t have to worry about anyone else,” he said, soft and sure. “I’m all you’ve got now. I’m all you’ll ever need arent I.” I nodded slowly, forcing her lips to stretch into something that resembled agreement, but my heart was pounding like

Its Been Two Weeks.Two weeks since I vanished from Kai’s world Now, I’m here. A quiet town no one talks about, the kind that doesn't exist on glossy maps. I used the cheque his mother gave me,I bought clothes ,Paid for a one-way bus ticket.I tried to disguised myself by hiding my hair under a scarf and wore sunglasses even though it was cloudy but am scared to be recognized. I travelled to a Remote Town where Aunt Thea lives Aunt Thea took me in without asking much. She was my mom’s old friend, the only person I remembered who didn’t turn away when things got bad back then. She lives in a modest bungalow on the edge of a quiet town, tucked between crooked fences and sleepy neighbors. Her husband, a kind, man named Rob, doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it’s soft and never demanding. They’ve got children who live in the city and here they are enjoying their peaceful life, Aunt Thea was happy to see me,I convince

It was still early, the kind of stillness where the world hadn't yet decided to wake up. A soft breeze fluttered through the open window, brushing against the curtain and carrying in the faint scent of morning dew. I lay in bed, still wrapped in the quiet warmth of sleep, when suddenly, tiny hands began to explore my face they were soft, eager, and insistent. I felt the gentle taps first tiny soft and warm fingers brushing across my cheek, poking my nose, then playing with my lashes like they were a toy. I didn’t open my eyes right away. I just laid there, still, because am not ready for the morning yet letting the feeling melt into my chest Then I heard it.That tiny pure giggle filled with unfiltered joy,like he was proud of his actions My eyes fluttered open, and there he was Ezra, my little sunshine, lying beside me with that bright smile that could melt the hardest heart. His messy curls flopped over h

I was told Mrs Evenlyn Ashford left back and now I had to follow them back. Its was a flight through the Ashford private jet by the time we arrived it's already mornings sleek cars were waiting for our arrivals,we were flanked suddenly by guards.I didn't ask any questions I couldn't speak I just had to followed them The roads blurred as they drove.my eyes were on the landscape this place its familiarity a quiet ache in my chest. The way the light hit the trees, thescent in the air. Home. Or what used to be. It felt foreign now.* When the gates to the Ashford estate opened, my breath caught.The mansion stood like a crown elegant, towering, untouched. Ezra gasped. “Wow, Mommy… is this a castle?” I swallowed the tightness in my throat, and forced a smile. “It might be.” Inside, the air was cool and thick with silence. We stepped in slowly, the sound of my footsteps swallowed by the vastness of the

I was sitting on the plush carpet of our room playing with Ezra when a knock came, followed by the thud of boxes being carried inside. Miriam appeared, smiling softly as she explained, My eyes drifted to the pile bright cars, colorful blocks, and soft stuffed animals scattered across the floor. Mrs Ashford had been sending a lot and lot of toys and clothes for Ezra I watched as Miriam settled beside me, folding her hands in her lap. “You know,” she began quietly, “when Kai was little, he never had toys like these.” She gave a small, almost sad chuckle. “Not a single one.” I blinked, surprised. “Really? Not even one? Why?” Miriam sighed, leaning back slightly against the wall. “Mrs. Ashford believed toys were a waste of time. She thought children should be disciplined early — learning responsibility and strength instead of playing around.” I frowned, my heart tightening. “That sounds so… cold.” She nodded slowly, her voice dropping. “It was. Poor Kai had to be perfect, qu