All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S LOST FAMILY: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Catherine’s POV“God you should see the look on your face.” Colton said with an amused chuckle, taking my attention off the screen. “I would hate to be Nancy right now and be on the receiving end of all that jealousy. You reek of resentment, sister.”He laughed even harder and I spun towards him, almost breaking my composure. My father gave him a tired look.“I am not jealous!” I said, trying to convince myself more than I was trying to convince him. “Can you never take anything seriously Colton?”He raised his hand in a gesture of surrender and tilted his head mockingly at me. “Look I don’t even know why I am in this room alright. I don’t give a damn about all this petty nonsense. I’ll be going back to England anyways so I want no part of this. Whatever this is….”“You will not be going back to England any time soon, boy...” My father spoke and I smirked at Colton who stood up suddenly like there was fire under his chair.“I’m not a child father. You can’t tell me what to do.” Colton

Nancy’s POVI stiffened. “With the money I’ve been saving, Adrian. Of course, I can pay him back. I checked the house website and everything. This is exactly what I have been looking for. I can pay Andrew back and still have some change left to get other things.”What the hell was his problem? I had been saving for four years. Did he really think I was joking about getting a new house? I wasn’t accepting charity. All Andrew did was make the search easier for me and I would pay him back even if it was the last thing I did.“You lost your job. I went to the restaurant. I know what happened there Nancy. Do you really think this is a good time to make unnecessary decisions? You don’t have a source of income right now.” he cut in sharply.The room went quiet. I hadn’t told my mom or Liam what happened at the restaurant and they didn’t know I was unemployed right now. Andrew had taken care of the situation quickly so no one would post anything online. But of course, the people who were pres

Andrew’s POVI woke before the sun with a blinding headache.That wasn’t unusual for me, but this morning felt different. It felt heavier. Like the air itself carried weight. For a few seconds, as my eyes opened, there was that dangerous moment of peace where my mind hadn’t caught up yet, where my body was warm, the room quiet, and nothing hurt.Then it all came back.I stayed still for a moment, careful not to move. Liam was curled against my side, his small body pressed close, breathing evenly now. One arm was thrown over my chest, his fingers tangled in the fabric of my shirt like he was afraid I might disappear if he let go.Nancy lay on the other side of him.Her face was turned toward Liam, her hand resting on his back, even in sleep she was protective of him. The sight of them made me smile despite the tragedy of the previous day. Her lashes were damp, her cheeks stained with dried tears. Her breathing was shallow, uneven, like her body didn’t fully trust rest yet.They both lo

Catherine’s POVI knew something had gone wrong the moment I stepped in Andrew’s mother’s house. She had called me, saying something went wrong with what we had planned and I quickly abandoned everything I was doing to go to her.The air felt wrong, like it was holding its breath. The curtains were drawn even though it was barely past noon, and the living room lights were on, casting a dull yellow glow that made everything look older, dirtier. Andrew’s mother sat rigidly on the edge of the armchair, her back straight, her hands folded so tightly in her lap that her knuckles had gone pale. She didn’t look at me when I entered. She didn’t need to. The man standing near the wall told me everything.He was big. Taller than Andrew, broader, his shoulders filling the space like he didn’t quite belong indoors. His jacket was still on, damp at the collar as if he’d been caught in the rain or sweat. His hands hung uselessly at his sides, fingers twitching. He avoided my eyes. That alone made m

Leaving them felt wrong.Every instinct in me screamed to stay, to sit on that couch beside Nancy, to keep Liam tucked under my arm, to absorb their grief like it was something I could carry for them. But I needed to give them space to process everything.So, I left.I told myself it was the right thing to do. That Nancy needed space to mourn her brother without worrying about me, without feeling like she had to be strong for anyone else. That Liam needed time to process the two truths dropped on him within the span of a single morning: that his uncle was gone forever, and that his father had been standing right in front of him this whole time.My son.The word still felt unreal. Now that Liam was aware, it felt completely different. He hugged me and asked me if I would always be with them, if I would stay and God, I would do everything in my power to make sure he never felt alone ever again.It filled my chest with something warm and terrifying all at once.Joy clawed its way up my t