Lahat ng Kabanata ng UNVEILING THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEART : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 36

Geoffrey drove his boss home immediately after work; as usual, silence accompanied their journey through the streets.Through the rearview mirror, he noticed that his boss's eyes were heavy and drooping. Jonathan’s gaze was unfocused, as if he were barely holding on.Once they arrived at his lonely apartment, Jonathan strode quickly toward the lift. One thing was evident in his behavior: total exhaustion.As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, his cloudy eyes met the stiff, stern figure of his mother’s assistant, Darlene.He moved to the door and pulled out a key card. She watched him swipe it through the keypad lock attached to the door.“Aren't you letting me in?” she asked.Jonathan walked straight in, leaving the door open. Her words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Darlene followed him inside. He paused mid-step, then took a long, deep breath with his eyes closed.“What do you want, Darlene?” he asked.“Jonathan, please, I'm here for your mother's sake,” she replied.Jonathan san

“Hello, Uncle Marcus!” Maya screamed, hugging his tall, weary legs.Marcus took her hands as they walked to a metallic table with four seats. Maya sat on his lap while Becky and Evania took the two seats on the opposite end.“How are you doing, big boy?” Becky muttered, resting her hands on the table.Marcus smiled, glancing at Maya’s innocent and vibrant face. He tapped her chin and chuckled. “Still getting the hang of it. You know, it’s prison anyway,” he responded.Evania, who had been silent, cleared her throat and exhaled, her nostrils resisting the prison’s thick and suffocating air. She took out her phone and scrolled through her contact list.“Look, I haven’t been visiting you often, but I swear to you, I’ll be with you in court next Friday,” Becky said, staring into Marcus’s sunken eyes.Marcus nodded in the affirmative. Maya, who was staring across the room at other inmates talking to their families, interrupted in a low voice. “When are you getting out? These people, they w

The countdown had begun, and with it, an oppressive weight settled over the estate. Phone calls, letters, and urgent dispatches flew through the halls like shrapnel. Every aide was consumed by the looming occasion; their movements were frantic, their voices hushed. Mrs. Walter paced with a phone pressed hard to her ear, while Darlene’s pen scratched relentlessly against heavy cardstock, finalizing the invitations.Tradition—a word that carried the weight of an ultimatum in the Walter household—dictated that invitations be dispatched exactly twenty-four hours before the event. In his prime, Mr. Walter had used this short notice as a test of loyalty, rewarding those who showed up on such short notice with priceless pieces from his art collection. That became the norm, late invitations and last minute phone calls to keep them on the edge.To Mrs. Walter, however, this annual gathering was less about art and more about surveillance; it was a sophisticated way for her husband to spy on h