Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BILLIONAIRE'S LOST FAMILY: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Andrew’s POVI hadn’t wanted to go. In fact, I wanted to send the invitation back to the Earnshaws and ask them to stick it up their asses. I was still pissed at my mother for what she had done and my interaction with Nancy the other day still floated around my brain. I couldn’t stop thinking about her.I decided I was going to stay away from her for a couple of days and give her time. After our last conversation, she deserved some rest away from everything. Staying away from her and Liam is the hardest thing I have ever done. I had to fight the urge not to call her, not to show up unannounced at her place. But I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to see them. I had to see them soon.The Earnshaws’ invitation sat on my desk for three days before I finally accepted it. The invitation felt like a quiet threat. This party they were organizing was none of my business and frankly I didn’t need to go but they wanted to make a statement. The Earnshaws wanted me to be seen in front of the press w

Nancy’s POVThe first thing I felt was pain. A dull, relentless pounding behind my eyes, like someone was tapping a hammer against my skull from the inside. I groaned softly and tried to roll over, only to freeze when my fingers brushed against something unfamiliar.Soft. Too soft.I opened my eyes slowly.Beneath ne were probably the whitest sheets I had ever seen. They were crisp clean and smelled heavenly. Not like the scratchy, faded fabric I was used to. The mattress beneath me was firm but comfortable, the kind that didn’t creak every time you breathed too hard. The room smelled… good. Like soap. Like money.I sat up abruptly and soon realize the movement was a big mistake.My head spun violently and I clutched my temples, sucking in a sharp breath as nausea rolled through me. I blinked rapidly, trying to ground myself, my heart beginning to race.This wasn’t my room.This wasn’t my apartment.This wasn’t anywhere I had ever been.The room was huge. Tastefully decorated with neu

Nancy’s POVI didn’t let Andrew drive me home.He offered, twice actually, his voice calm but insistent, his hand already reaching for his phone like the decision had been made without me. I shut it down immediately. I didn’t want to sit in another car with him, didn’t want the silence, the tension, the way his presence made everything feel heavier and sharper all at once.He had massaged the balm into my ankle and his hands on my skin brought back memories that I would have preferred stayed buried. Being in the same space with him was getting more and more difficult.“I’ll take an Uber,” I told him, already pulling my phone from my bag.He frowned. “Nancy. Your ankle—”“I can manage,” I said firmly, meeting his eyes. “It’s just a sprained ankle Andrew. I’ve survived worse.”He looked like he wanted to argue, and for a second, I thought he might. Then his jaw tightened and he nodded once, stepping back like he was giving me space, but it didn’t feel like space. It felt like restraint.

Andrew’s POVMy phone stayed silent.It lay on the polished table in front of me, screen dark, face down, as if it had decided that whatever I was waiting for simply did not matter enough to announce itself. I had checked it so many times already that my movements had become automatic, almost unconscious, my hand drifting toward it whenever the conversation around me paused for even half a second. Every time, the result was the same. No vibration. No new message. Nothing from Nancy beyond the one line she had sent earlier, the words still burned into my mind.Yes. We’re okay.I replayed them again and again, turning them over, dissecting them the way I did with contracts and balance sheets. The wording was careful. Deliberate. It told me just enough to close the conversation without inviting another one. She had used we, not I, to tell me Liam was okay too and I needn’t worry or show myself.I hated how much her silence unsettled me.Across the table, Mr. Earnshaw was speaking, his voi

Catherine’s POVThe first thing I felt wasn’t anger. No, it was humiliation. It was jealousy, a terrible and calm jealousy.It hummed under my skin and it burned hot and fast. It was suffocating. It crawled under my skin and stayed there, settling into my bones like a sickness. The kind that made my hands go cold even as my face remained perfectly still and perfect. No matter the turmoil I faced inside, I never let it show on my face.I had been having a salad at my favorite restaurant in the VIP area when my father messaged me. I groaned softly in annoyance as I checked my phone.One notification. No context. No emojis. Just a single line from my father’s private number: Come home. Now.I knew before I even asked. I knew it had something to do with the man called Andrew King. And even more annoying, I knew it had something to do with Nancy Jacobs. The mother of Andrew’s bastard child.In the few days I had been around Andrew, I immediately noticed that Andrew didn’t know how to keep t