Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire's Forsaken Wife : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

ROOSEVELT’S POV“Mommy, I want him to be my daddy.”Her words echoed, freezing everything around us.I stopped breathing. My heart pounded against my ribs so fiercely I thought it might break free. I looked down at my four-year-old daughter, paralyzed by the honesty of her wish.Behind us, I heard a sharp intake of breath.I slowly turned my head.Zyran remained on his knees, his hands covered his mouth, his dark eyes were wide and filling with tears as he stared at Lorna as if she had just given him the sun and the moon.His chest heaved with a silent sob.He heard her, he heard his daughter ask for him."Lorna," I gasped, my voice trembling. I quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. "We... we don’t say things like that to strangers, bug.""But he is not a stranger, Mama," Lorna frowned, looking back at Zyran. "He is the man who bought a lot of beautiful things for me and he's your boss, he looks sad, i want to give him a hug.""No," I said sharply, panic taking over. I could

ROOSEVELT’S POVSunday morning smelled like sweet vanilla pancakes and fresh espresso.I stood at the kitchen island, wiping my damp hands on a dish towel. My heart raced against my ribs. I checked the clock on the microwave for the tenth time.8:45 AM.“Mama, look! I used the new red pencil!” Lorna cheered from the kitchen table.I turned around. Lorna wore her denim overalls, and her raven-black hair was pulled into two messy pigtails. She hunched over the beautiful leather sketchbook Zyran had bought her, coloring furiously.“It is beautiful, bug,” I said, my voice trembling a little.Nixie leaned against the counter next to me, sipping her coffee. She looked at me, her eyes full of support.“You are shaking, Rose,” Nixie whispered, keeping her voice low so Lorna wouldn’t hear. “Are you sure you want to do this? We can still call down to the lobby and tell the security not to let him up.”“I have to do this, Nixie,” I whispered back, gripping the edge of the counter. “He kept his w

MATEO’S POV"Pour me a drink, Leo.""Yes, Mr. Thompson. Rough day?"I stood by the glass window of my office, watching the busy streets below. I didn't turn around."A confusing one," I said softly.I heard ice clink against glass. Leo, my trusted assistant, walked over and handed me a glass of whiskey."Did Ms. Evans accept the invitation to Venice, sir?" Leo asked.I took a slow sip of the liquid. "No. She turned me down."Leo paused, looking genuinely shocked. "She said no to you? But the meeting went so well. You said she was smiling.""She was," I nodded, staring at the drink in my hand. "She was charming. She was brilliant. But when she called to cancel, she sounded completely different, she sounded trapped.""Did she give a reason?""She said her life was complicated," I replied, turning to face him. "She said she had a daughter and that her past was taking up too much space in her present.""A daughter?" Leo frowned. "Our initial file on her didn't mention a child.""Exactly,"

ROOSEVELT’S POVAfter I got to my office, I realized the stupid decision I just made. Why would I tell a father to sign his rights away for his own child, it doesn't just make any sense so I decided to go back to meet him.I took a slow, deep breath and entered without knocking."Zyran. No don't sign them," I said softly.Zyran froze. He looked up at me, panic flashing in his eyes. "Roosevelt, please. I want to sign them. I want you to feel safe.""A piece of paper didn't keep me safe five years ago, Zyran," I told him. My voice was calm and steady. "A judge cannot fix our family, only you can.""I don't understand," he choked out."No lawyers," I said, looking into his eyes. "No courts. No legal documents. This stays strictly between you and me."Zyran stared at me in shock. "You are trusting me?""I am giving you a chance," I corrected him. "I control the schedule, Zyran. You only see Lorna when I say so. You only come to my apartment when you are invited. If you break my rules or t

NIXIE’S POVThe school bell rang loudly, echoing across the courtyard.I stood by the front gates of the preschool, holding a small pink backpack. The evening air felt cool and fresh. There were no black cars today. It was just a normal Monday evening in Milan, filled with parents waiting for their kids.The doors opened. A crowd of tiny, laughing children poured out into the courtyard."Auntie Nixie!"I smiled instantly, I looked through the crowd and saw her.Lorna was running toward me as fast as her little legs could carry her. Her denim overalls had a fresh smear of green paint on the knee, and her pigtails bounced wildly.I dropped to one knee and opened my arms.Lorna crashed into me, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck."There is my favorite baby!" I laughed, hugging her tight. I kissed her cheek. "How was school today? Did you learn how to take over the world?""No," Lorna giggled, pulling back. She grabbed her pink backpack from my hand. "We painted trees. But Auntie Ni