Semua Bab The Billionaire's Caregiver: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The morning sunlight had barely settled across the D’Angelo estate when the echo of laughter faded down the marble hallway. Leo and Luca had just left for the office, their voices drifting away with the hum of the departing car. The house felt quiet afterward.Valentina stood by the window, watching the taillights vanish through the front gate. She folded her arms, uneasy. The conversation before breakfast still replayed in her mind — Leo’s tone, too sharp and too probing.Cristiano, who had been about to leave the dining room until Valentina stopped him about Antonio, stood with his jacket half-buttoned, the faint scent of cologne lingering as he decided to pour himself a glass of water after the disaster of a breakfast.“I think Antonio probably said something to Leo,” Valentina said, her voice low but edged with irritation. “He was acting strange this morning when I went to call him for breakfast.”Cristiano’s brow lifted slightly. “Strange how?”“He didn’t say much, but the way he

The night was still young when Ethan found himself staring at his phone again. He’d been thinking about Maya all week — her quiet grace, her laughter that always seemed to linger. After everything that had happened, she had earned a little joy, and he wanted to be the one to give her some.He called.“Hello, Maya.”Her voice lifted instantly. “Ethan! I’m happy to hear your voice — it’s been a minute.”“Yes,” he said with a small laugh. “Work’s been chaos. But I was thinking... maybe dinner tonight? My treat.”There was a small pause on the line. “When? I’ve got school in the morning, and tonight’s my off day.”“I promise not to keep you out past ten,” he coaxed gently.She hesitated just a second longer, then smiled into the phone. “Alright. I’ll be ready.”“Perfect,” he said, relief warming his voice. “I’ll send a car at eight.”They hung up. For the first time in days, Ethan felt light.At home, Maya sat cross-legged at her study table, textbooks open, her hair tied loosely in a bun

The morning sun crept through the tall windows of the D’Angelo estate, spilling liquid gold across the marble floors. The air inside the vast house was still — the kind of stillness that carried both power and unease.Leo stood in the center of his study, buttoning his cufflinks, already dressed in crisp white shirt and tailored slacks. The wheelchair sat abandoned near the desk, polished and perfectly aligned — a prop that still served its purpose. His reflection in the glass caught his attention for a fleeting second. A smirk tugged faintly at the corner of his mouth.The phone on the desk buzzed once, sharp against the quiet. Leo picked it up.“Where did you see her?” His voice was calm, but there was an edge beneath it — steel wrapped in silk.“Monaco Harbor,” the investigator replied. “La Terrasse. She was with a man — Ethan Cross. Architect. Owns a firm called Cross & Co. Small, but well-connected. Seems clean.”Leo’s jaw flexed, though his tone didn’t change. “How long have the

“Valentina,” Alicia said at the end of the line, her voice clipped and urgent. “The marriage has to happen now—there’s no time.”Valentina could sense the strain in her mother’s tone. She wanted to be Mrs. D’Angelo badly, yet she couldn’t understand why her mother suddenly demanded haste. She believed she could still win Leo’s love, make him see she belonged in his world.“But Mama,” she said carefully, “Leo doesn’t trust me yet. Forcing him to marry me won’t work.”“Don’t worry about that, Val,” Alicia replied. “Your father’s handling it. Just be ready for what comes after.”Pamela, who was dusting the room’s shelves, paused at the mention of Alicia. She had worked for the Morettis once; she knew that when Alicia’s voice carried that kind of urgency, it meant trouble.When the call ended, Valentina set her phone aside and turned to her. “Pamela, what would you do to please your mother?”Pamela gave a small, weary smile. “Everything—except compromise my happiness. Why do you ask, Ms.

The city was quieter than usual that night. A rare calm had settled over Monaco, the kind that came before the sea winds changed. From Maya’s apartment window, the streetlights shimmered like distant fireflies, their glow spilling across wet pavement after an earlier drizzle. She sat at her desk, textbooks open but untouched, the ticking of the clock marking every minute since her family left.Days had passed since her father and the twins boarded the train. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t cry, that she would fill her days with work and school until her heart stopped reaching for what it missed. But every night ended the same — her eyes drawn to the quiet phone beside her, waiting for a name she didn’t want to see but longed for all the same.That name was Leo.She’d buried herself in hospital shifts and coursework, tried drowning him under layers of exhaustion, but the silence he left behind had its own heartbeat — steady, stubborn, impossible to ignore.It was almost ten when th