All Chapters of The Forgotten Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The day ended with a series of events Aeliana had never foreseen. Slowly, she was learning to adjust to the strange and unsettling things she witnessed inside Silvanus’s very own office—it was, after all, her first day stepping foot there. Everyone seemed to think she was the villain. Whispers surrounded her, laced with cutting words meant to wound. Yet in truth, it was Silvanus himself who was guilty—he, who was committing the sin of betrayal. Composing herself, Aeliana prepared to leave. Silvanus remained quiet, offering neither opinions nor objections. He simply let her do as she pleased. He had been busy all day, buried in his work. Lyra, as Aeliana had suspected, did not return. To Aeliana, everything felt upside down. She felt like a mere guest in a home that was supposed to be hers—a stranger in her own marriage. Reality struck her hard. Through the blatant displays of affection between Silvanus and Lyra, she saw the truth for what it was. She felt betrayed. Hatred bloomed

Aeliana and Silvanus walked down together. Both were dressed for travel, and they were greeted by Aunt Lindy, who was now accompanied by her husband, Bob. The couple smiled warmly—at Silvanus, as if to bid him farewell. Aeliana stepped aside as she and Silvanus reached the foyer. The couple courteously expressed their well-wishes, leaving reminders of caution and care. Silvanus, standing before them, spoke in a tone tinged with melancholy. Aeliana had no idea where Silvanus was taking her. She followed him to the garage. The car they would use was his newest one. Silvanus gestured with his hand, indicating she should get in once he opened the door for her. When Aeliana comfortably settled into the passenger seat, he walked around to the driver’s side. They both fastened their seatbelts, preparing themselves. Silvanus started the engine and slowly drove out, passing through the beautiful view of the garden. Aeliana turned to him. “Where are we going?” she asked curiously. Silva

Hannah suddenly stood up. Dave’s attention immediately turned to his wife. Hannah's eyes, however, were fixed on Aeliana—eyes that clearly conveyed disgust. “I’ve lost my appetite,” Hannah announced sharply, her gaze shifting to Silvanus, then to her husband, Dave. “I’ll just go to our room, love.” Dave only nodded, letting his wife go. A heavy feeling weighed on her, though Silvanus didn’t let her feel it. They continued like no one had left. Dave turned toward Silvanus. “I’m sorry about your mother, son.” Dave cast a brief, secretive glance at Aeliana—something she caught right away. “I guess I’ll have to get used to that kind of reaction from Mom, Dad,” Silvanus replied, brushing it off with an awkward laugh. For some reason, Aeliana also lost her appetite. Even though Dave tried to speak to her, she could still sense the difference in the way he treated her. It was all an act. Just like Hannah, Dave saw her as someone unworthy of their presence. She turned quietly to Silv

The younger version of Aeliana never expected the words spoken by the elderly woman. She remained silent, simply watching the woman’s overall reaction. In a still and painful truth, a tear suddenly traced down the woman’s cheek. The little Aeliana didn’t know the truth. Even as she watched the reflection of her younger self, she could feel the pain too. The older woman stood from her seat and tightly embraced her younger self. A mixture of pain and betrayal. That was what Aeliana felt as she watched her own illusion. Her childhood memories were never beautiful after all. Instead, they were filled with sorrow and anguish. That must be why, on the very first day she regained consciousness in the hospital, it was the hardships of her life that first came to her mind. This state—this moment—was what her memory had truly been trying to reveal. She raised her hand into the air, intending to bend down and caress her younger self, but the bright light emerging from nowhere cut off her d

“How? What do you want me to do?” Silvanus asked her quietly. “Aren’t you afraid you might get hurt again—or that your head will start aching?” he added, his voice carrying a trace of concern. Aeliana shook her head firmly. “You told the doctor who examined me the day I woke up in the hospital that you were willing to pay any amount of money just to make me better. You wouldn’t let me get hurt, would you?” Silvanus nodded, his hands resting inside his pockets. “So what is it you want me to do now?” Aeliana hesitated. She wasn’t sure if he would agree to what she was about to ask—but she had to try. She cleared her throat softly. “Let me try doing the things I used to do before,” she said at last. Silvanus tilted his head, clearly not understanding her intention. “What do you mean?” “Let me meet my parents. Visit the places where I once lived. The province where I stayed with my parents’ former maid. Will you let me do that?” Silvanus sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “