Semua Bab BILLIONAIRE'S FORSAKEN WIFE RETURNS: His Fight For Redemptio: Bab 31 - Bab 40

“Declan, what the hell were you thinking?” Octavia shouted through the phone. Her voice was full of anger. “I trusted you with one simple thing — pick up our daughter and bring her to me. And you fucked it up completely!”Declan sat up straight in his chair, his heart sinking. “Octavia, what happened? Is Seraphina okay?"“Okay? No, she is not okay! Why did you give her so many sweets? She ate almost the whole bag. Now it’s 9pm and she is on a massive sugar rush. She is running around the house, jumping on the couch, singing at the top of her voice. She won’t sit still for even one minute. I have a shift at 3am, Declan. A critical shift. I need to sleep. But how can I sleep when my daughter is acting like she drank ten cans of soda?”Declan rubbed his forehead, guilt washing over him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would be this bad. She looked so happy when I bought them. I just wanted to make her smile after the day.”“Make her smile?” Octavia laughed bitterly. “I gave you a chance an

Weeks passed, and Declan has been consistent with his visitations. He showed up on time, brought a lot of gifts, and tried his best not to push Octavia too hard. Seraphina was slowly warming up to him, and even Octavia seemed a little less cold during their short exchanges. For the first time in a long time, Declan felt a spark of hope.That afternoon, he arrived at Seraphina’s school ten minutes early, as usual. He parked his car near the gate and waited with a small smile on his face. Today he planned to take her for ice cream after pickup. But as the children streamed out, he still didn’t see her familiar silver-streaked curls.Declan checked his watch. Ten minutes passed. His smile faded. He got out of the car and walked closer to the gate, scanning every face. No Seraphina.Panic began rising in his chest. He pushed through the school entrance and went straight to the front office.“Where is my daughter? Seraphina Lancaster. I’m here to pick her up. She’s not outside.”The secreta

By 7pm, Declan arrived at Octavia’s apartment with three bags full. He knocked on the door, his heart beating fast. Octavia opened the door. She looked relaxed in a simple sweater and leggings. “Come in,” Declan stepped inside and smiled when he saw Seraphina running toward him. “Daddy!” Seraphina shouted happily. “You came!”Declan set the bags down and caught her in a big hug, lifting her off the ground. “Of course I came, princess. I brought lots of good things for our movie night.”Seraphina peeked into the bags with wide eyes. “Popcorn! And chocolate! Mommy, look what Daddy brought!”Octavia watched them from the kitchen and forced a small smile. "But no sugar overload tonight" Declan chuckled. “I brought some strawberries and grapes so we have healthy options too and a new set of pajamas for you, princess”"Really?! Can I see them?" Seraphina bounced on her feet in excitement.Declan took it out and the little girl beamed so brightly "Oh my God. Mommy, they're so pretty! Can I

“Stay down!” Declan shouted, “Get low and don’t move!”Octavia pulled Seraphina tightly against her chest, covering the little girl’s head with her arms. Her heart hammered violently. “Seraphina, baby, stay still. Mommy’s got you. Don’t look up. Just breathe, okay?”Seraphina started crying, her small body shaking. “Mommy, what’s happening? Why are they shooting? I’m scared!”Another shot cracked through the air, this one much closer. The bullet slammed into the side of the car they were hiding behind with a loud metallic ping. Glass from a nearby window shattered and rained down around them.Declan pressed his body over both of them, shielding them as best he could. “They’re targeting us,” he said through gritted teeth. “That last shot was aimed right at where we were standing. This isn’t random. Someone wants us dead.”Octavia’s eyes blazed with a mix of terror and fury. She held Seraphina even tighter. “Who the hell would do this? Declan… we have to get out of here right now!”More

Rowan slouched in the armchair, shooting death glares at Declan every few minutes. Octavia’s stomach growled loudly. She sighed, rubbing her temples. “Are you two going to keep staring daggers at each other all night, or can we eat something? I haven’t had anything since lunch.”Rowan sat up straighter, a smug look crossing his face. “I’ll handle it, Octavia. I know you like my pasta. Give me ten minutes and I’ll make something decent. Better than whatever this guy would burn.”Declan turned slowly from the window, eyes narrowing. “Pasta? Really? At a time like this you think eating pasta would help calm her down?.”Rowan laughed mockingly. “Oh please. You probably have chefs do everything for you in that fancy penthouse. When was the last time you touched a stove without burning the place down? Stay out of my way, Rothschild. Octavia knows who actually shows up for her.”“Shows up?” Declan stepped closer, glaring at him “Right now isn't the time for that Calloway. I’m here now, fixing