Semua Bab The Forgotten Billionaire : Bab 21 - Bab 26

Both of them were smiling on their way home. Riding on the back of the horse named Midnight, Aeliana no longer felt the weariness or the faint tremor of nervousness that usually accompanied her every time she's at the top of the horse. The presence of Silvanus behind her brought her an inexplicable sense of peace. There was a quiet intimacy in the way he held her — gentle, steady, yet full of unspoken depth. And Aeliana knew within herself that she was beginning to like the strange, comforting thrill that came with every brush of his fingers against her skin. She didn’t want the moment to pass too quickly. She wished time would simply stop — there, in that peaceful scene, with Silvanus by her side, smiling under the quiet breath of dusk. But she also knew that everything had its end. By the time they reached the ranch, the sun was already dipping beyond the horizon, surrendering to the coming night. The faint glow of twilight spread across the fields as the first hint of the m

She felt heavy-hearted. They were on their way back to the mansion without having obtained even a little information. The driver only dropped her off and then excused himself to return to work. Aeliana waited for the time to pass. The day was still long, and she had nothing to do. She had many questions, and this time, they weren't just about the past. She was curious about the real identity of Silvanus Clemonte. Aeliana knew that there was still much she didn't know about him, and about how influential her husband was. That was what she needed to find out. Absentmindedly, she stared at their wedding pictures. Based on what she saw, she looked very happy, with his hands around her waist. She was brushing her teeth at that time. It was nine o'clock at night. She was just waiting for the time when Silvanus would arrive. The very next day, she would go to her parents' house. She had no idea how their arranged marriage with Silvanus came about. Aeliana wanted to know the origin. She did

When they arrived at the Monroe residence, a maid greeted them at the door. The woman froze the moment she saw Aeliana. Her eyes flicked briefly toward Silvanus, uncertainty flashing across her face, before she silently gestured for them to step inside—but only as far as the foyer. Aeliana took in her surroundings, her gaze drifting across the grand interior—the marble floors, the sweeping staircase, the gilded chandelier above. She never imagined that on this very day, she would set foot inside the home of her… parents. Her grip unconsciously tightened on Silvanus’s arm. He looked down at her without saying a word. Instead, he reached for her hand—a quiet reassurance that she wasn’t alone here. The gesture made her chest loosen a little. Without meaning to, she looked up at him. His head was slightly bowed toward her, eyes calm and steady, as if silently telling her to be brave, to face whatever awaited her. The maid excused herself and left. They sat together on a small two-sea