All Chapters of The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

At seven in the evening, Junior's crying still hadn't stopped.That sound echoed throughout the mansion—raw, broken, desperate. Not the usual crying of a small child having a tantrum. This was deeper. Darker. Like something inside Junior had truly broken.Mrs. Helen stood outside Junior's room with an untouched tray of food, her face wet with tears. The old woman had tried—repeatedly—to go in to calm the boy. But every time she approached, Junior screamed."GO AWAY! JUNIOR DOESN'T WANT TO! JUNIOR ONLY WANTS MAMA!"And Mrs. Helen had to retreat with a broken heart, hearing the child she had cared for like her own grandson reject her harshly.Clarissa stood in the corridor in an elegant evening dress, perfect makeup, but a frustrated expression. She had tried to enter three times. And three times Junior threw pillows, dolls, anything he could reach."GO AWAY! HATE MAMA RISSA! GO AWAY!"Margaret sat on the family room sofa with rigid posture, a cup of chamomile tea in her slightly trembl

At nine in the morning, the false calm at Blackwood Mansion was disturbed by the sound of shouting from the front yard."LET ME IN! I WANT TO SEE ALINA!"Emma's voice was loud, angry, and desperate.Alina, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with swollen eyes from crying all night, immediately startled. She ran to the window, looking down.At the main gate, Emma stood facing two security guards. She was arguing, trying to push past them. Emma's hair was messy, makeup not perfect as usual, eyes red—signs she also hadn't slept."Miss, we already told you—Mrs. Blackwood can't receive visitors right now," one of the guards said in a firm but professional tone."BULLSHIT!" Emma shouted, not caring about neighbors who might hear. "Alina is my best friend! She would never refuse me. I know she's inside! Hurry and call her! ALINA! ALINA, CAN YOU HEAR ME?"Alina's heart pounded hard. She opened the window, wanting to shout back, but her voice caught in her throat.Alina knew that if she res

At exactly ten o'clock, an old sedan stopped in front of Blackwood Mansion.Richard Hayes got out with slow movements—back slightly hunched, shoulders slumped, face looking ten years older than their last meeting a month ago.Alina stood behind the curtains of her room, looking at her father with a tight chest.The man who once stood upright with dignity despite losing everything—now looked defeated. Broken. And Alina knew who did this.The bedroom door opened. Mr. Harris stood there with an unreadable expression."Mrs. Blackwood, Mr. Hayes has arrived. Mr. Blackwood requests you come down to the living room."Alina quickly wiped her eyes—didn't want her father to see traces of tears."I understand."She followed Mr. Harris downstairs with heavy steps. Each step felt like walking toward an execution.In the living room, Richard stood near the window—looking at the garden with hands behind his back. A posture trying to maintain composure."Papa..."Richard turned. And when their eyes m

At six in the evening, Daniel came home earlier than usual.His Bentley Continental stopped in front of the mansion with smooth precision that somehow felt menacing.He got out with briefcase in hand, posture rigid as always. White shirt still crisp despite it being evening. Tie perfectly knotted.Controlled. Composed.But there was something in his eyes—a darkness deeper than usual.Mrs. Helen opened the door before Daniel reached the front steps."Welcome home, Mr. Blackwood."Her voice was flat. None of the warmth that was usually there.Daniel looked at her with a slight frown. "Where's Junior?""In the playroom with Miss Sterling and Mrs. Margaret.""And Alina?"Mrs. Helen's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. "In her room. As you instructed."There was hidden accusation in her tone. Subtle but there.Daniel looked at her more sharply. "Is there a problem, Mrs. Helen?"The old woman was silent for a moment—internal conflict clear on her face.Then she straightened her posture. Pr

At five in the morning, a soft knock on the door woke Alina from sleep that had never really come.She'd been awake since three. Lying in bed with eyes open, staring at the ceiling, waiting for morning to arrive.Waiting for the chance to see Junior."Mrs. Blackwood?" Mrs. Helen's voice from outside. Soft. Careful.Alina rose—too quickly—until her head spun slightly. She opened the door.Mrs. Helen stood there with a gentle expression. The old woman's eyes glistened seeing Alina's condition—swollen eyes, pale face, disheveled hair."Mr. Blackwood is allowing you to go downstairs now. To see Young Master Junior."Alina didn't wait for the sentence to finish. She stepped out with feet that almost ran."Mrs. Blackwood, slow down—" Mrs. Helen tried to remind her, but Alina was already at the stairs.Descending with hurried steps. Almost tripping on the last step but didn't care.Junior's room was on the ground floor—east wing, far from Daniel's master bedroom.Alina stopped in front of th