All Chapters of Beneath the billionaire shadows : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

At some point in the night, my body gave in. My head had rested on the edge of Ezra’s bed, my hand still holding his, and sleep had taken me without warning. The sharp vibration of my phone startled me awake. My eyes flew open, heart racing, before I realized the beeping machines were steady, unchanged. Ezra was still breathing peacefully. Relief washed through me. I fumbled for the phone, blinking at the glow of the screen. The name flashing made my stomach twist Marcus. It was a video call. It's was noon ,The room was still dim, Kai was still asleep,I didn’t want to wake him, didn’t want to disturb Ezra either, so I slipped quietly out into the hallway, answering as I walked. “Marcus,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from sleep and tears. His face filled the screen, tired but alert, framed by the muted backdrop of some hotel room. His brows drew together instantly. “Lena. Finally. I’ve been trying to reach you.” Guilt prickled sharp in my chest. “I’m sorry. I left my phone… every

Marcus moved closer. His hand brushed mine at first just a whisper of contact before his fingers threaded firmly through. His thumb swept over my knuckles, slow and careful. His voice lowered “You’ve been through so much these last days,” he murmured, his thumb tracing gentle circles over my knuckles. “But it’s over now. He’s safe. And you’re not alone.” The words were kind too kind but they pressed against places I’d been keeping hidden. I tried to nod to smile, but it wavered. “It feels like that. A little.” Marcus leaned nearer, his voice lowering. “You know you don’t have to carry all this by yourself. You have me.” His hand rose, brushing along my cheek, tilting my face gently toward him. His eyes searched mine, soft but intent. “You’re mine, Lena. Don’t forget that.” The words fell heavy, warm and anchoring, yet they pressed against something unsettled inside me. me.” His tone was low, almost coaxing, reminding me, claiming me in the same breath. His hand lifted to cup m

By the time I reached his gate, the weight pressing on my chest had shifted into something elseanticipation, relief, guilt. My hands trembled on the wheel, but when the gates opened and his familiar silhouette appeared at the door, something in me loosened. I barely had time to close the car door before Marcus was there, striding toward me with that smile that always made me feel like the ground under me was solid again. He didn’t hesitate his arms wrapped around me, lifting me off my feet as he twirled me in a circle, his laughter rich and warm against my ear. “Finally,” he breathed, holding me so tightly it almost hurt. “Finally, you’re here.” I let out a small, shaky laugh, my arms around his shoulders. For a moment, the chaos quieted, the storm dimmed, and all that existed was the strength of his embrace. He set me down, his hands framing my face, eyes searching mine. “Everything will be fine, Lena,” he whispered, as if promising it into existence. “I’ve got you. Always.”

Kai woke earlier than usual, the morning light still dim against the curtains. He rubbed at his eyes, still heavy from the weight of sleepless hours, and made his way downstairs. The marble floors were cool against his feet, the air faint with the scent of brewed coffee. He expected silence, maybe one of the maids arranging flowers or preparing trays. But as he neared the kitchen, a sound stopped him in his tracks laughter. Small, high-pitched, unmistakable. Ezra’s laughter. Kai’s steps slowed. He reached the doorway and froze.The kitchen buzzed with warmth, a contrast to the usual polished quiet of the estate. The long table, often set with dishes prepared by staff, today was alive with laughter, crumbs, and half-drunk glasses of juice. Lena moved easily between counter and table,a light apron tied loosely around her waist, her hair pinned back in a messy knot with strands falling freely around her face. Her sleeves were rolled past her elbows, her movements quick yet careful as

After a whole beautiful honeymoon,we are back home our lives at the estate had settled into a rhythm that felt both luxurious and comforting. Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, dust motes dancing lazily in the warm beams. The mornings had a rhythm all their own. Ezra would bound into the kitchen, still half-asleep, hugging my legs before hopping onto one of the high stools. Grace and Clara bustled around, preparing his favorite breakfast:golden pancakes shaped like stars, fresh fruit, and a tiny glass of juice he always insisted on drinking with a straw. Kai would arrive from his early gym session, still in his crisp workout gear, tousled hair brushing his forehead. He’d lean casually against the marble counter, slipping an arm around me Ezra was off to school now, a backpack slung over his shoulders, waving excitedly at Kai and me before hopping into the car Kai, dressed in his tailored suit, checked his phone as he prepared to leave for the Compay. His tie