Lahat ng Kabanata ng Back in His Arms, Back in His Game... a Billionaire's Price: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

The dining hall glowed under amber lights, the long table polished with crystal and silver. Sebastian helped Alina settle then guided Charlotte into her chair. Nathaniel took his seat beside her, silent, alert, absorbing every detail.For a moment, only the soft clink of silverware and murmurs filled the space.Arthur raised his glass. "Before we begin, it’s good to have everyone here again. It’s been far too long."Glasses lifted. A quiet chorus of "to family" followed.Footsteps echoed from the hall. Manuel appeared. "Pardon the interruption, sir. A guest has arrived."Before Arthur could respond, a smooth voice cut in. "I hope I'm not too late."All eyes turned to Natasha, poised and elegant in a sleek black dress. Her presence was familiar and commanding.Emilia's face brightened instantly, the warmth she hadn’t shown all evening. "Natasha, my dear," she said, rising. "I was beginning to wonder if you’d make it."“I wouldn’t miss a Vaughn dinner,” Natasha said calmly.Emilia’s gaz

"If he wouldn't tell her, she would find out on her own."The sitting room glowed in warm light. The long day had quieted. Charlotte lay curled on the sofa, half-asleep, fingers playing with the ribbon on her dress as she fought to stay awake.Across the room, Nathaniel studied the chessboard, sharp and focused. Jack leaned forward, elbows on his knees, watching him move with calm precision."Check," Nathaniel said, steady and unwavering.Jack groaned. "You're ruthless, kid. That's three times tonight!"Nathaniel tilted his head, suppressing a smile. "Maybe you should stop opening with the same move.""Are you mocking your uncle?" Jack asked."I'm helping you improve," Nathaniel replied, earning soft laughter from others.Lucille clapped softly. "Looks like our young genius has a future in strategy.""Or world domination," Jack muttered, though his grin gave him away. "Alright, fine. Rematch next week."Nathaniel nodded solemnly. "You'll lose again."Jack laughed. "Too confident for y

Morning came softly. Downstairs, dishes clinked and the scent of toast and coffee hung in the air. Then came laughter, bright, unrestrained, unmistakable.Charlotte's.It drifted down the corridor, joined by Nathaniel’s steady, far-too-mature voice."Charlotte, that's for breakfast, not for birds."“But he seemed hungry,” she protested, stepping back.Sebastian awake, smiled faintly. Alina lay beside him, watching light crawl across the ceiling. For a moment, there was peace.She sat up slowly. “I’ll freshen up before the twins storm in here.”Sebastian chuckled softly. "Too late for that."As Alina slipped into the bathroom, a knock then the door opened. Charlotte held a plate of crumbs, Nathaniel trailing, amused but resigned.“Daddy, we found a bird!” Charlotte announced. “On the terrace, I gave him breakfast!”Sebastian crouched down. “Did you?”“I told her birds don’t eat toast,” Nathaniel said.Sebastian rested a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Probably true. But maybe this one was

The next morning was calm. Sunlight spilled across the study, illuminating the papers Sebastian had left out. By the time Alina and the children woke, he had been at his desk for hours, coffee long cold, working with precise focus.Across from him, John moved swiftly through encrypted files. Sylvia stood composed beside him, posture straight, one of the few Sebastian fully trusted. At the far end, Elsa sorted courier logs and manifests, the soft shuffle of papers and steady typing forming a quiet rhythm.They weren’t at Vaughn Enterprises for a reason. Two days earlier, John had flagged unusual activity in the company’s security logs, reports leaking before completion. A spy. Now, the team worked safely in Sebastian’s home.Accounts and shipping records glowed faintly on the screens. Each transaction carried a false name; every path led to Gideon Fairfax.“Cross-check the transfers again,” Sebastian said. “Every shell account tied to Fairfax Trading. Verify timestamps and recipients.”

“Even in celebration, the past has a way of arriving uninvited.”Days after the boardroom battle, home life had settled into a delicate rhythm. Sebastian and Alina focused on the twins, each day punctuated with meals, bedtime stories, and small ordinary moments that kept their world steady. Natasha’s threats lingered, but for now, they remained private, locked between Sebastian and Alina.The weekend of the twins’ birthday arrived, and the house burst into color. Balloons floated near the ceiling, banners stretched across the walls, and laughter rang freely. Nathaniel, crisp in a tiny suit that made him look far older than six, observed the room with composed curiosity, while Charlotte twirled in a sparkling pink dress, her joy practically glowing in the sunlight.Sebastian moved among the decorations in his tailored suit, a quiet smile tugging at his lips as he watched the children. Alina, graceful in a flowing pastel maxi dress, adjusted party favors, her calm presence grounding the