All Chapters of Four Babies and a Billion Dollar Lie: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Love in the air“Do you ever wonder,” Ares murmured, staring through the small oval window, “why the people we trust the most are always the first to destroy everything we built?”Lila turned her head slightly, studying him beneath the warm, dim glow of the cabin lights. The jet hummed softly, slicing through the night sky, an endless blanket of darkness stretching beyond the glass.“I don’t think they mean to,” she said quietly. “Sometimes, people just forget that love isn’t ownership.”Ares’s laugh was tired. The kind of laugh that carried too many unspoken things. “My father didn’t forget. He planned every step, every signature, every transfer while my mother trusted him with her life.”Lila’s eyes softened. “You sound like you’ve been fighting for too long.”“I have.” His voice dropped lower. “He’s not just taking her company, Lila. He’s taking her sanity. When the hospital called and told me she collapsed again, I knew it wasn’t just the stress, it was heartbreak. He’s filing for

Old school ways The runway lights ran like a vein beneath the aircraft as it slowed to taxi. Ares watched the city of Tokyo unspool beneath him, a lattice of glass and neon, of river and rail, a place that had always felt both foreign and familiar in the same breath. He still smelled jet fuel and old leather, his jaw muscle kept twitching with a fatigue that was not entirely physical.Lila sat beside him, quiet. Her hair had been gathered in an effortless knot, now a few loose strands slipped down, softening her face. She held a small carry on at her feet, and when he glanced at her, the smile she offered was a warm, private thing, an island in the middle of his middle life crisis. They walked from the private terminal under a low sky. The city smelled faintly of rain and exhaust, food stalls already beginning their slow burn against the night. A black sedan was waiting, no drivers bowed too deep, no formalities, it was practical, discreet travel for people who had learned to move

Went into comaThe night outside the hospital was still, moonlight washing the glass walls with a soft, haunting glow. Inside, the fluorescent lights hummed faintly as nurses hurried past, their rubber soles squeaking against polished tiles. The faint beeping of machines and the rhythmic hiss of ventilators filled the air like an orchestra of tension.Tessa sat beside Lady Bianca’s bed, her back stiff, eyes fixed on the woman lying motionless beneath white sheets. The steady rise and fall of Bianca’s chest had become Tessa’s only source of comfort these past few hours. She had barely blinked. Her eyes burned from fatigue, but she couldn’t bring herself to look away.Lady Bianca looked fragile. Her usually commanding presence, that aura that made every room fall silent, was gone. What remained was a pale, weak woman with tubes running from her nose and wrist, her heartbeat echoing faintly through the monitor beside her bed.Tessa reached for her hand. “You’re strong,” she whispered so

Miscarriage The hospital corridor stretched long and sterile, smelling faintly of antiseptic and morning coffee. Nurses wheeled carts, murmuring to each other in clipped tones. The hum of fluorescent lights vibrated above the tiled floor, echoing against the hush of footsteps and distant monitors.Ayisha walked quickly, her flats tapping the linoleum. She had come to deliver a file Tessa had asked for or so she thought but as soon as she entered the ward, a cold weight sat in her stomach. A nurse told her which room Tessa was in. “She’s resting,” the nurse added softly. “Try not to make her upset.”Ayisha frowned. Upset? What had happened?Her pulse picked up as she reached the door. She hesitated a moment, hand on the handle, listening. There was the faint beeping of a monitor inside, the rustle of sheets, the soft whisper of oxygen from a vent. She pushed the door open and stepped in quietly.Tessa was lying on the bed, pale against the white sheets, one arm hooked with an IV line

The unexpected guestTwo weeks had gone by since the accident, and the long nights of hospital corridors, machines humming, and whispered fears had given way to something like ordinary life. But in Ares’ mansion, ordinary was never simple.The morning sunlight streamed through tall glass windows, soft and clean, touching everything like a slow, healing hand. The dining room gleamed with polished silver and white linen. A vase of tulips sat in the center of the long marble table…Tessa’s touch. She said the flowers brought calm, that color had its own way of keeping people sane.Lady Bianca sat at the head of the table. She was out of coma now, though her body still looked fragile, as if the hospital bed had stolen a piece of her spirit. Her skin was pale but her eyes were sharp, knowing, still Lady Bianca. A shawl rested across her shoulders, and Dorcas, ever attentive, kept a hand near her chair, ready to steady her if she needed it.Ares sat beside his mother, his usual composure cli