บททั้งหมดของ Winning Me Back, Mr. Billionaire: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

“Mom, I can’t take you all the way home. I still have something to take care of,” Zayne said, leaning down to kiss his mother on the cheek.Marietta didn’t seem bothered at all. She nodded and patted Zayne’s shoulder.“That’s fine.” Before getting into the car, she paused and turned back to him. “About Sam, I’ll think again about whether I should help him or not. The way he treated Elmy really annoyed me.”“I’ll handle it, Mom.” Zayne rubbed his face. He had to keep Sam quiet, which meant he couldn’t simply cancel the agreement they had already made. “I’m going to acquire his company.”Marietta looked at him sharply. “Are you really sure?” From her tone, Zayne could tell she wasn’t convinced.Zayne glanced at Tiano, who looked just as doubtful. After taking a long breath, Zayne nodded.“I’m sure.”For you, Mom.Zayne swallowed bitterly. He would do whatever it took to keep this secret—no matter how dirty it got—as long as it never reached his mother’s ears. He couldn’t imagine what wo

“I’m curious. What did you talk about with Sam that day?” Elmy asked at the dining table.That morning, the atmosphere at the table felt tense. Elmy and Zayne sat across from each other, eating Gianna’s cooking without really looking at one another. Sunny hadn’t shown up yet. Gianna said Lyra was in Sunny’s room, helping her. Apparently, the woman was dealing with morning sickness.“I still went ahead and acquired his company,” Zayne replied while sipping his hot tea. “His mouth needs to stay shut.”Elmy nodded in understanding. She glanced at her phone when the screen lit up and saw that Mr. Joo had called her early that morning. Her finger quickly pressed the green redial button. As she stood up from her chair, she greeted her lawyer’s warm voice cheerfully.“Good morning to you too, Mr. Joo.”Elmy walked to the living room and stood there with the phone pressed to her ear.“You can meet the doctor I recommended at ten o’clock.”“Great. Send me the hospital address,” she said, then

“Zayne and Elmy aren’t back yet?” Sunny stepped into the dining room and found Gianna lounging in her chair, scrolling through her phone.“They went to a party,” Gianna replied shortly. She didn’t even look at her—didn’t bother acknowledging her at all.Turning away, Sunny headed to the living room and sat down. She slipped off her coat and leaned back against the couch.Her body was still adjusting to the pregnancy—the constant fatigue, the nausea, the weakness she’d been dealing with lately. Ford had advised her to rest more since it was her first pregnancy. Her body simply wasn’t used to the hormonal changes yet.“Gianna!” Sunny called.Gianna came over with an annoyed look on her face, clearly irritated at being disturbed. “What? Do you need something?” she asked curtly.“Yes, make me some warm tea. And… maybe a snack too. I haven’t eaten since this afternoon,” she said. Even though she had tried to eat, nothing ever stayed down. Everything ended up in the toilet.Sunny felt drain

“Go home,” Zayne said softly. His face was pale, his eyes hollow. He looked utterly exhausted. His large fingers kept pressing against his eye sockets.“I want to stay with you.”“Tomorrow. Go home, get some sleep, and bring me a change of clothes in the morning, okay?” His voice was weak, but he was still trying to stay strong.Honestly, Elmy wanted to stay by his side—to keep him company so his mind wouldn’t spiral and trigger another panic attack. She hated seeing him like that, especially after what had just happened a few minutes ago.“But who’s going to look after you here?”“I already called Tiano,” Zayne replied.“Are you sure? I can stay. We can ask Gianna to bring your clothes tomorrow,” Elmy insisted, still stubbornly trying to remain by his side. But Zayne was even more stubborn. He shook his head and continued urging her to leave.“Go home. Don’t argue with me,” he said firmly.In the end, Elmy gave

The luxurious house meant nothing anymore. Silent. There was no longer Marietta, sipping wine late at night in the living room. No longer her figure reading the morning paper at the dining table during breakfast. No more scolding. No more hugs and kisses. No more of the people he loved.Now, he was the only one left.Zayne had been through this before. He had lost someone before. But no one is ever truly ready for something like this. Not even him.A servant offered him a drink, but he refused. His empty gaze lingered on the family photo in the living room. Now, only he remained—smiling widely in that picture, as if he had been ready to face the world alone.Zayne let out a sharp breath, trying to push away the tightness in his chest. But no matter how many times he tried, it didn’t ease. The disbelief was still there. The resistance. The refusal to accept.Just yesterday, he had seen his mother walking beside him. Smiling brightly after being allowed to leave the hospital. He should