All Chapters of Carrying An Heir For The Wrong Billionaire : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CONRAD The burial was concluded, with loud voices of people sobbing and hushed whispers filling the place. It was a private burial done in one of their large estates. After the burial, mourners gathered around to console Mr and Mrs Hughes. Most of them offered sweet words as consolation, others bowing and leaving. They could never know which of them had the real emotions. They were all the same. Consolation, patting on the shoulder or hugging, then they leave to carry on with their lives. I stood by a corner of the large garden, watching them leave one by one, hoping to leave this suffocating place too. These types of places weren't meant for me. I had stopped attending burials after my mother's own. But I had insisted on coming, as I was the first son-in-law. Mostly, it was because of Amelia. After seeing the way she and her brother had communicated, I knew it would be hard for her to come alone. After a few minutes, half of the mourners had left, and the rest were still tal

AMELIA I woke slowly, the heavy fog that had lungs to my mind since the burial finally lifted. I lay on my back, trying to open my eyes fully, but my heavy eyelids protested. When I finally opened them fully, the room was shrouded in a soft, dim light. I glanced around the room, furrowing my brows. This wasn't my room. The room was silent. Deep silent. The sheets were silkier,the mattress firmer, and the room smelled strongly of a wood and citrus mixed cologne—undeniably Conrad's. This was Conrad's room. I used my hands to massage my temples, shutting my eyes for a moment. Instantly, I began to remember. The way I had entered Conrad's study, the uncontrollable sobs and then plunging into darkness. I had been trying to tell Conrad something…. I turned slightly, wanting to be comfortable and clear my head well, when I saw Conrad beside me. My breath hitched. I gasped, but quickly used my hand to cover my mouth, stopping the sound from coming out. I didn't want him to wake up ye

AMELIA Conrad's expression suddenly turned cold. “Nothing," I said, my voice a little too quick. “I just heard Mr Pierre's voice and knew you were in here. I didn't hear anything." I feigned ignorance, hoping my expression and lie was convincing enough, even as my heart hammered against my ribs. He stared at me, his eyes piercing mine. For a moment longer, the silence stretched, tense between us. Then, with a heavy sigh, he finally let go of my arm. “Forget whatever you think you might have heard," he said, his voice low and devoid of emotion. “And it should not be mentioned anywhere at all." His gaze was still fixed on me, a silent warning in his eyes. I stared back, not uttering a word. “And, don't try to listen in on me and my father's conversation again." His words were final, a sharp command. He didn't wait for a reply. He walked past me, pushing the huge heavy doors open and disappearing into the crowd. I stood there for a bit, watching the space he had just disappea

CONRAD “Mr Conrad, are you okay?” Colton asked as he entered my study, his voice calm. I glanced at him. “What about Amelia? Is she eating?" I asked. He nodded reassuringly. I was still glancing at him. "Sit down, Colton. Make yourself comfortable.” He glanced at the chair beside him, then back at me, shaking his head in the negative. He always stood whenever he came to talk to me. I wanted to make it different this time. He didn't need to stand anymore. "It's okay, Mr Conrad,” he said. "I prefer to stand.” "Come on, Colton. Take a seat.” Reluctantly, he sat down on the leather chair across from me, straightening up. “Is everything alright, Mr Conrad?" he asked. I leaned on the desk, my hands under my jaw, supporting it. "I don't know. I have no idea if everything is okay or not.” My voice was low and calm, in a way I hadn't anticipated. "What happened? Why did you have to go to the hospital?” I sighed, running a hand through my disheveled hair. "Mr Pierre is dead. He d

IRENE Conrad's eyes flickered to me, but it was a dismissive glance. He didn't answer my question. Instead, his gaze drifted back to Amelia. His eyes softened, and his expression became tender towards her. A faint but noticeable smile appeared on his lips. It was a look I had carved for years, a vulnerability I had never seen directed at me. “Connie, is he your son?" I asked again, desperate for an answer. “Why do you want to know? Does it matter?" His voice was low, yet devoid of warmth as he spoke to me. He didn't want to answer. “The child isn't Conrad's," Tristan finally spoke. “Does that answer your question?" It should have given me a ray of hope. A chance at Conrad. But there was an unsettling feeling in my gut. They looked uncanny alike, so there was no way the child wasn't his. Even still, I couldn't accept the fact. I pouted, his strange gesture towards me, making my heart shatter. I sank back onto the sofa, leaning back and crossing my legs. My gaze was fixed on hi