All Chapters of The Billion-Dollar Secret: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~ARYA~Remember how we used to decorate the house together for all occasions enthusiastically. We would start planning for dad's birthday month before, since his birth month always came first in the year before yours, and mom's, then mine… and we would make notes and plan everything like an event manager. I remember when we all traveled to England for vacation and dad's birthday was right around the corner. And as always, we wanted to surprise him even if we didn't fully know the environment that we were in and ended up getting lost in the streets of England. We caused dad so much stress that day, and you also caused me so much stress by getting lost. Thanks to those female cops that noticed we were lost, we were reported missing before mom and dad came to pick us up at the station. I also remember that one time during the winter holiday which we spent here in Washington about four to five years ago— if I remember clearly... Dad was out of town and mom had taken us to the biggest a

~ARYA~It's my first day at work, and I didn't want to be late. I got home a little tired yesterday, but i was able to write all i did with my pumpkin in our dairy, from visiting my brother, to being employed as a manager by my best friend, down to the great news on the indefinite orders we got from La posh Fashion house owned by Miss Frida, and how i had done the voluntary service in the hospital by taking care of little children- cleaning, feeding, and putting them to sleep. I also wrote about how I spent more time with a particular kid because she didn't want to sleep, and how I wished to hold my little pumpkin soon. And i ended my write up with how i was announced the manager of the coffee shop. “It's day two of mother and pumpkins diary”. I said, as I tried to get myself out of bed and to my office table where I marked my calendar. We might have missed making a journal of the previous days but I will try my best not to miss having conversations with my little one. I hope sh

~ARYA~It's a new day which might probably be my last day in the mansion. Since Jaxon is coming back on such short notice i texted venita last night immediately i received Jaxon's text message, that i won't be coming to the coffee shop today. I woke up not sure of how I was feeling. I don't know how much confidence I have yet to tell Jaxon of my little pumpkin and I definitely do not know how he is going to react about it. If he decides to get a divorce I won't say otherwise as I also think it will be the best decision for the both of us. My mom has been unaware of my situation and my plans. I have tried my best to avoid her for the past week and I didn't want her to find out anything since she will only try to talk me out of it and get into my head like she always does. This time I am making my own decisions and deciding on my future. It took me a while to get out of bed as the stress on me for the past days was much. But I can't give up now. I need to be strong for myself and my

~JAXON~“Hi, is this Mr Pierce?” A lady on the other end asked pleasantly. “ Yes and who is this?” I ask as I try to decode the voice on the other side of the phone. “Can you please come down to Brook Hospital?”. Your wife got into an accident and she is in surgery.“What the fuck did you just say?”. I yelled at the person on the other side of the phone. A lot of thoughts ran through my mind as I was confused on how Arya must have gotten into an accident, when she only told me she was going to the restroom some minutes ago. I should have known better since she spent too much time in the restroom.“Please stay calm sir”. She was still talking but I hung up. “Anyone involved will pay for touching my wife”. I said as I walked out of the art gallery angrily. “Take me to Brook Hospital”. I instructed the bodyguards as I entered the car. “I'm here to see Arya Pierce”. I said to the receptionist at the hospital. “She's in room 303 on the second floor by your left”. “But she is..”. T

~ROSE~Brian don't you dare walk out on me. I followed him round the room trying to make sure he completed whatever statement that he was just about to say to me. Ever since his dad came back he has been nothing but a pain in the ass. He spends less time at home, and sometimes he doesn't even come home at all. His father has turned me into a typical traditional wife. I now wake up very early in the morning and go to the church morning service and do some voluntary work which is not out of my will just to please Mr Baxter. After Brain meeting with his dad weeks back. I had hired a personal investigator to find out what was happening between father and son and if truly Brian had a brother. Mr Baxter's eldest son Patrick indeed arrived a few days later. He appears to be dominating and up tight. I see why his father trusts the business more to him than to Brian who is just weak. Both father and sons stayed in the study room for hours when Patrick arrived in Washington. Unlike the la