All Chapters of Four Babies and a Billion Dollar Lie: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The jump The kitchen was ordinary, steam rising from a kettle, the click of a spoon against ceramic. Ethan liked mornings that started small and steady. Toast browned the same way every time, the coffee bitter enough to wake a man’s shoulders. Ayisha moved with the calm of someone who had learned to make order of a life that seldom offered any, bowls lined on the table, a stack of uniform socks arranged by size, crayons set into a small tin like soldiers. Outside, the sun was a promise of ordinary things, gardens to prune, errands to run. For a few minutes Ethan let himself believe the day would be nothing more than small domesticities. That belief was a fragile thing, but it fit for a single breath.Then there was a sound that didn’t belong. It was thin and bright and full of motion, like something being dragged against glass, like a flapping. Ethan’s shoulders tightened before his mind had a shape for the danger. The sound came from upstairs, from where the children slept. A smal

A bad dream Jamal woke with his lungs burning and a taste of metal at the back of his mouth. For a breathless second he lay still and tried to remember where he was, then the remembered walls, the framed crayon drawings, the little map rug in the children’s room all slammed back into place. The dream didn’t go quietly. It stayed with him like a bad song: the window glass, the wrongness of sky directly below his feet, the soundless fall and the way his chest had hollowed as if someone had pulled a plug.He pushed himself up on his elbows and the room tilted. The clock on the wall blinked a time that belonged to morning but had the same thin quality nightmares left behind. His heart hammered. He listened. For a moment the house was as soft as paper, quiet in the way that meant everyone else was either asleep or pretending to be. He could hear a faint hum from somewhere down the hall: a fridge, a radio, the house breathing.Jamal swung his feet to the floor. The rug felt safe under toe

The ReturnThe clock ticked softly on the wall, its rhythm steady against the hum of the mansion’s power. Outside, moonlight stretched over the long drive and flickered faintly against the parked van, the same one that had carried secrets and stolen breaths.Ethan was sprawled across the bed, half covered by the sheet. His breathing was deep, steady, untroubled, a sleep that looked innocent but wasn’t earned. Beside him, a small glass of untouched wine sat on the nightstand, the rim still glossy with Ayisha’s fingerprints.She sat at the edge of the bed, unmoving, eyes fixed on the wall. Her fingers twitched against her lap. It wasn’t guilt. Not exactly. It was that sharp ache that comes before a decision, the kind that burns the soul before the body acts. The sleeping pills she had slipped into Ethan’s drink were fast, heavy, chosen precisely for this. By now, he was deep under, his muscles too heavy to obey even if he dreamed of waking.Ayisha stood up slowly, her breath shallow. S

Let’s live in peaceThe living room was quieter than it had ever been.No security chatter. No angry footsteps. No raised voices. Just the faint hum of the air conditioner and the smell of coffee someone forgot to drink.Ares stood by the long glass table, his palms pressed against the edge, his head bowed slightly as though he was trying to find the right words before the storm came again.Julian stood behind him, arms folded, eyes moving between Tessa and Chloe who sat opposite each other like two opposing magnets forced to share the same air.The quadruplets sat together on the couch, side by side, their faces curious, confused, and quiet. The nanny, Faith, stood by the stairs waiting for a cue to take them away if things got too heavy again.Ares finally straightened, drawing in a slow breath. “Alright,” he began, his voice steady but heavy, “we’re going to have a family conversation.”Tessa’s hands were clasped tightly in her lap. Her face looked smaller than usual — tired, pale,

The Garden of LoveThe night in Tokyo was still young, but Ethan’s penthouse looked as if it had swallowed a decade of rage.Half drunk whiskey sat abandoned on the marble counter, a slow drip sliding down the bottle’s neck. The air was heavy with cigar smoke, silence, and the faint pulse of the city far below.Ethan sat in the dark, his suit jacket tossed aside, his white shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest. The skyline leaked through the curtains in pale gold streaks, crossing his face like fractured light. His jaw was set tight as he stared into the tumbler in his hand, the amber liquid trembling slightly with every shallow breath.Across from him, Ayisha laid on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, pretending to scroll through her phone though her eyes never left him.“You’ll hurt yourself if you keep drinking like that,” she said quietly.He didn’t look up. “I don’t care.”Her gaze softened, but her tone didn’t. “That won’t change what happened.”Ethan gave a hollow lau