All Chapters of The Billionaire's Caregiver: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

Leo’s father stood near the door, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze sharp enough to cut through the air. It was the first time he had bothered to attend one of his son’s therapy sessions. He claimed he wanted to “observe Leo’s progress,” but they both knew that wasn’t the truth.He wasn’t here to see if Leo could walk.He was here to see if Leo could still stand.Maya adjusted the therapy harness with quiet precision. Her fingers brushed his shoulder — professional, steady — but her presence carried a wordless reassurance. She didn’t speak much when the older man was in the room, yet her silence spoke volumes: I’m here. Keep going.“Ready?” she asked softly.Leo nodded, though his arms already burned from the morning drills. “Let’s get this over with.”Maya ignored the edge in his tone and checked the straps once more. Her calm used to irritate him — until he realized it wasn’t calm at all. It was control. The kind he’d lost.He took a deep breath and pushed himself upright, gri

Maya only meant to step out for a few minutes. After finishing Leo’s mid-afternoon therapy session, she’d double-checked his meds, made sure he was comfortable, and told Antonio she’d be right back. It was supposed to be a quick errand, nothing more — a short walk to clear her head and buy a few essentials.Antonio offered a driver, but she refused politely. She didn’t want to lose the small pieces of normal life she still had. So, she left through the side gate quietly, her bag slung over her shoulder, her thoughts still half with Leo and half with the mundane list of things she needed.At first, everything seemed ordinary. The air was calm, the street quiet, a few cars parked along the curb.Then, to her left, a man leaning against a motorbike lowered his phone too quickly. His eyes darted away like a guilty reflex. Maya’s steps slowed for half a second before she forced herself to keep walking.Across the street, another man lifted what looked like a water bottle — until she caught

The storm had broken sometime before dawn, but the tension it left behind was thicker than the clouds. The mansion was unnaturally quiet, the kind of quiet that meant everyone was waiting for something to explode.Maya hadn’t slept. Every time she closed her eyes, the headlines came back — her face next to Leo’s, the comments, the lies. She could still feel the weight of that camera flash like it had burned through her skin.At 9 a.m., Antonio knocked softly on her door.“Mr. D’Angelo wants you in the conference room.”She hesitated. “You mean Mr. Lorenzo? Is it about the article?”His expression gave the answer before his words did. “Yes and it’s about everything.”Leo was already there, seated at the head of the long table, hands clasped tightly in his lap. His expression was unreadable, but his jaw was set like stone.Valentina sat to his left, perfectly composed, scrolling her phone as though she owned the air in the room. Across from them were two lawyers. And at the far end stoo

The elevator doors opened with the quiet sigh of old wealth, releasing Valentina into the polished foyer of her parents’ penthouse high above Milan. Alicia Moretti opened the door before Valentina could knock. Her expression was composed, elegant, and cold enough to chill champagne.“You’re late,” she said.“I was followed by paparazzi,” Valentina replied, stepping inside. “It’s chaos out there.”“Well, good,” Alicia murmured. “Chaos is clarifying.”Inside, her father sat near the window, a drink balanced loosely in his hand as he watched the skyline burn beneath the setting sun. Maurice Moretti didn’t look up immediately; when he did, his gaze was sharp and knowing.“So,” he said at last. “You’ve lost control of the story.”Valentina’s jaw tightened. “Leo is letting this get out of hand.”“No,” Maurice corrected, his tone calm and cutting. “You let it. Public relationships survive on narrative, not emotion. You know that.”Alicia took her place on the sofa opposite him. “This caregi