All Chapters of Beneath the billionaire shadows : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sydney. My throat tightened. The blood drained from my face so fast I had to grip the wall beside me. The air seemed thinner. I stepped back instinctively, hiding behind the column,my chest rising in shallow breaths. I hadn’t seen her in years, yet I recognized that expensive perfume from here.Thats one she wore on the first day I set my eyes on her She wore an elegant neutral-toned dress . Her voice was low and slow but carried that effortless authority, like she knew no one would dare interrupt her.Her hair was sleek in a fashionably ponytail. Miriam nodded politely as Sydney said, “Tell Mrs. Ashford I stopped by, will you? I don’t want to bother her if she’s busy. I’ll be back again next week.” I pressed my hand against my chest, trying to steady the ache of panic. I peep again to see her Just as she turned to leave, Sydney paused and looked down.my heart dropped before I als

The drawing room was only a few feet away from where I stood, and his voice, although muffled, was unmistakable. It's was sharp, Irritated and scary I feel it in my bones The handle clicked. Without thinking,I backed away quickly, panic crawling up my spine. My entire body were shaking. I nearly slipped, shards glinting on the floor.I darted toward the curtains across the hallway thick, velvet, heavy enough to swallow me whole. I slid behind them just as the door creaked open, my back pressed against the cold wall. I clamped a hand over my mouth, breathing shallowly, afraid the rhythm of my heart would give me away .My knees felt weak. I had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide,except here, between shadows and silence . I could feel him,his presence,as my eyes were locked I could see him as the air shifted with his energy. That familiar scent clean linen, a hint of cedar, as if something darker trailed past the curtain. My hea

I sat quietly in the backseat, my fingers absently tracing the edge of my tablet screen as the car rolled past the familiar route to the foundation. We were passing one of the quieter streets near the old warehouse district when something or rather someonecaught my eye. At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. But no, I knew that face. A woman mid-thirties, shoulder-length weave, her makeup caked and smudged leaned against a brick wall near a liquor store. A cigarette perched carelessly between her fingers. Her heels looked two sizes too small, her dress tight and vulgar. But it was her eyes. Same dull brown eyes I had seen before... filled with tears and desperation when she sat before me months ago, cradling her swollen belly, telling me about losing her husband and trying to feed her two kids. My stomach turned. "Wait—stop the car. Please

I blinked awake, the silk sheets tangled loosely around my body, my skin still humming from the night before,a lazy smile forming on my lips before I even fully opened my eyes. My body felt... alive. Not just physically ,,though every part of me.For a moment, I just lay there,quiet, still trying to catch up with everything that had happened. I blinked awake, hummed in memory of last night. My heart was full. I felt different. Lighter. Like something inside me had cracked open during the night and filled with warmth. The faint sound of footsteps brought me back, and before I could fully sit up, the door creaked open. Marcus stepped in, shirtless in grey sweatpants, a tray of breakfast balanced effortlessly in his hands. The smell of fresh coffee and toasted croissants hit me instantly. He give out a soft and warm smiled, that post-night intimacy glow in his eyes. "Good morning, sleepyhead," he said, his voice

I had no other choice. I had no other options.To protect my son and myself I left everything and anything behind that could tie me to that house. That life. That illusion. I didn’t even stop to think I just moved. The fear in my chest was like a wildfire, relentless and spreading with every breath I took. My hands were shaking the whole ride, but I didn’t let go of Ezra. Not even for a second. He clung to me, sleepy and confused, his little arms wrapped around my neck as if he could sense something was wrong but didn’t know what. I didn’t know where else to go. I didn’t know if it was right. All I knew was I had to find Kai. I walked into the hotel lobby, heart hammering, arms wrapped tight around Ezra’s small frame. The space was nearly empty,Thank God. No one at the reception desk. No familiar eyes. Just the hush of air conditioning and soft music playing in