All Chapters of My Accidental Billionaire Husband : Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

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His Son Needs Him

~Katia~I woke up to the sound of small feet in the hallway.I sat up in bed, still half asleep, and by the time my eyes adjusted to the dark, Aiden was already standing in my doorway in his pajamas, clutching the edge of his blanket in one hand."Baby, what's wrong?" I said, pulling the covers back so he could climb in beside me. "Did you have a bad dream."He shook his head and climbed onto the bed anyway, curling up close to me the way he used to when he was much smaller, his knees pulled up to his chest."I can't sleep," he said."Why not?"He didn't answer right away. I waited, running my hand slowly over his hair, and after a while he spoke again, his voice small in the dark room."When I used to stay at Gigi's and Aunt Gail's, Dad would come by at night," he said. "He would read me a story. Sometimes two if I asked nicely enough. And then he would fall asleep on my bed because he said the chair hurt his back." He paused. "I miss him."I didn't say anything for a moment. I kept

Did you sleep here?

Katia He turned and walked down the hallway toward the guest room without needing directions, his steps certain in a house he had lived in longer than I had, and I stood there for a moment watching him go, struck by how strange it felt to be the one granting permission for him to move through rooms he probably could have found blindfolded."The main bedroom is still off limits," I called after him. "I meant that."He paused at the guest room door and looked back at me."I know," he said. "Thank you, Katia. For all of it."I did not answer that. I turned and walked back toward my own room, and behind me I heard the guest room door close softly, the sound of a man settling somewhere he had not expected to be tonight, in a house he had built and no longer had any claim to beyond what I was willing to give him one careful piece at a time.I lay awake for a while, staring at the ceiling, thinking about the last two days. I had told myself I was doing the right thing keeping him out, and s

You will do as she says

Julian’s POVThe drive to school was, in a strange way, the most normal thing I had experienced in years. Aiden sat in the passenger seat, chattering away about a new science project and the way the trees looked when the morning sun hit the dew on the leaves. I kept my eyes on the road, my grip on the steering wheel steady, but my mind was a fractured mess. Every time I looked over at him, I felt a sharp, hollow ache in my chest. He was my son. He had been calling me "Dad" for a year, and I had spent that year operating in the shadows of my own life, convinced that silence was a form of protection.When I dropped him off, the way he leaned over to kiss my cheek before sprinting toward his friends made the walls of my composure crumble even further. I watched him disappear through the school gates, a small figure in a big world, and for the first time, I realized that I didn't want to be a silent guardian anymore. I wanted to be a presence. But Katia had made it clear: I was a guest i

Separate Rooms

~Katia~Julian came back from the office a little after six, and by the time he walked into the dining room, the table was already set, Aiden seated in his usual spot with his napkin tucked into his collar the way he insisted on doing himself even though it never stayed there past the first course.Julian sat down across from me without a word.We ate in silence for a while, the kind of silence that had become familiar over the past few days, not hostile exactly, just careful, both of us navigating something we had not yet found language for in front of our son.Aiden set his fork down."Mom. Dad," he said. "Why do you guys sleep in separate rooms?"I froze with my glass halfway to my mouth."My friend Marcus told me that when people are married they sleep in the same room," Aiden continued, entirely unaware of the silence that had fallen over the table. "You are my mom and he is my dad. Why do you use different rooms?"I looked at Julian.Julian looked at me.Neither of us said anyth

Julian Windsor, you fucking pervert!

Katia’s POVI went to take a shower first. The hot water felt good on my skin after the long day. I stayed in there longer than I needed to, letting the steam fill the bathroom while my mind replayed everything that had happened at dinner. Aiden’s question. Julian’s answer. The way he had looked at me across the table. I turned the water off, wrapped a towel around my body, and walked back into the bedroom.Julian was already there. His eyes went straight to me the moment I stepped out. I saw the way his gaze moved down my body, stopping at the towel. His cock started to harden right there in his pants. The outline was impossible to miss.I looked at the hardness pressing against his pants.“Tell your dick never to have ideas,” I said. “I am not fucking you.”Julian grabbed his cock through his pants and hit it once, hard. I watched him do it. He adjusted himself again, clearly uncomfortable.“Don’t get ideas,” he said. “Apparently no fucking.” This man was impossible to fucking hate!

A Question Nobody Can Answer

~Delia~I had been staying at my parents' house for almost two weeks now, ever since Katia decided she had the right to throw me out of what was still, as far as I was concerned, my house.Two weeks of sleeping in my childhood bedroom, the same walls I had spent my teenage years desperate to escape, the same window that looked out over the same narrow strip of garden my mother had never once managed to keep alive through a full summer. Two weeks of eating breakfast across from my father, who mostly ignored me, and my mother, who mostly hovered, neither of them quite sure how to talk to a grown daughter who had shown up on their doorstep with three suitcases and no explanation that made any sense.I woke up angry that morning, the way I had woken up angry every morning for two weeks, and I walked into the kitchen already talking before I had even reached the table."Mother," I said. "I am done playing nice."Mama looked up from her tea."Dad," I said, turning to my father, who was sit

The Couch

~Katia~I woke to the sound of the bedroom door opening and Aiden's small footsteps padding across the carpet.I sat up, still half asleep, just in time to see him stop in the middle of the room, looking between the bed where I had been sleeping and the couch by the window where Julian lay stretched out under a spare blanket, one arm hanging off the edge, and the shirt he put on after his little jerking-off show still wrinkled from sleep.Aiden's face went from confusion to something more serious."Dad?" he said.Julian stirred, blinking against the morning light, and pushed himself up onto one elbow."Morning, bud," he said, his voice rough with sleep."Why are you sleeping on the couch," Aiden asked, "when there is a big bed right there?"Julian glanced toward me, then back at Aiden, and I watched him reach for an answer the way a man reached for a rope that was not actually within grasp."I had a lot of work to do," Julian said. "So I ended up sleeping on the couch."Aiden's eyes n

What My Father Would Not Do

~Delia~I sat across from my parents at the kitchen table and finally said the thing I had been avoiding for two weeks."Julian is not my husband," I said. "Not really."Martha set her cup down.The kitchen had gone quiet in the way it did when something true finally entered a room that had spent months filled with things everyone politely agreed not to say out loud. My mother's face did not move much, but I could see the small shift in her eyes, the recalibration of two years of assumptions collapsing at once."He told me from the beginning," I continued, my voice steadier than I expected it to be. "He said he was already married. He said he would never touch me. It was an arrangement, that was all, a name and a house and an appearance for the family and the press. I thought if I stayed long enough, if I were patient enough, he would eventually feel something for me." I looked down at my hands. "He never did."My father was quiet for a long moment, his eyes fixed somewhere past my sh

No More Blue Balls

Julian’s POVAfter Aiden’s confrontation that morning, Katia and I both took him to school. The drive was quiet at first. Aiden sat in the back seat, swinging his legs and talking about his volcano project and what he wanted for lunch. I drove while Katia sat in the passenger seat. She looked tired but calm. I kept glancing at her, remembering how she had agreed to let me sleep in the master bedroom last night even if it was on the couch. Aiden had been so relieved when I said I would sleep there. It had felt like a small victory, but I knew it was only because of our son.We dropped Aiden off at the school gate. He hugged us both tightly before running inside with his backpack. We watched him until he disappeared inside, then drove back home in silence. The house felt different when we walked in. It was just the two of us now.Katia headed straight for the master bathroom. I followed her without saying anything. She started undressing, letting her clothes fall to the floor. I drew a

No Compensation

~Martha~I had called ahead before arriving at the Windsor estate, which was more courtesy than I felt Celeste Windsor deserved after everything my family had just learned, but I had not survived four decades in this city's social circles by burning bridges before I understood exactly what I was dealing with.She received me in the same front room where I imagined she received everyone she considered beneath a proper introduction, seated in a high-backed chair with her hands folded in her lap, watching me the way a woman watched a stray dog that had wandered too close to her porch."Martha," she said. "I understand you have something you would like to discuss.""Julian fooled us both," I said, sitting down across from her without waiting to be invited. "He was never married to Delia. Not really. It was a contract. An arrangement. He told her from the very beginning he already had a wife, that he had no intention of divorcing his wife, and that Delia would simply be playing a role for

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