Lahat ng Kabanata ng My One-Night Mistake Is My Billionaire Boss: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Hope was eight and a half years old when she asked Aria about the scar on her wrist.It was a quiet Saturday afternoon. Damien had gone out to run a few errands, leaving Aria and Hope alone in the house. Aria was folding laundry at the kitchen table while Hope sat on the living room floor, drawing dinosaurs in her sketchbook.Aria didn't notice her daughter watching her at first. She was too focused on the pile of clothes in front of her. Then she felt eyes on her and looked up.Hope was staring at her wrist. Specifically, at the thin white line that ran across it, just below the base of her thumb."What is it, sweetheart?"Hope pointed. "What's that line on your arm?"Aria looked down. The scar had faded over the years, but it had never disappeared completely. She set down the shirt she was folding."Come here."Hope stood and walked over. She climbed onto the chair next to Aria and waited.Aria chose her words carefully. "That's a scar. I got it a long time ago.""How?""Something h

Nine months later, Aria woke at three in the morning knowing something had changed.Damien was asleep beside her. She lay still for a minute, listening to the house, but nothing seemed unusual. Then the first contraction rolled through her, slow and heavy, and she understood.She touched his shoulder. He woke almost immediately."It's time," she said.He didn't ask if she was sure. He was already out of bed, pulling on clothes, reaching for the bag they had packed weeks ago and left by the door. He called Elena while he helped Aria put on her shoes. His voice was steady on the phone but his hands weren't.The drive to the hospital took twenty minutes. The streets were empty at that hour. Aria watched the streetlights pass and counted the minutes between contractions. Damien kept his hand on her knee and didn't say much, which she appreciated. There was nothing to say that they hadn't already covered over the past nine months.At the hospital, things moved fast. Nurses checked her, con

Damien Jr. was one year old when Damien's company expanded into new markets, and it happened faster than either of them expected. A partnership in Europe, a distribution deal in Asia, and a new division that had been in development for two years finally launched all at once. Damien had been working toward this for most of his career, and now it was happening.Aria noticed the change before he said anything. He came home later and left earlier. His phone buzzed constantly during dinner. He fell asleep at his desk more than once, and she would find him in the morning with his head on his arms and a half-finished report beneath his cheek.She didn't complain. She understood what this meant to him. After everything they had survived, after the years of rebuilding and the slow process of restoring the Blackwood name, this expansion was proof that the past didn't define the future.But she also noticed something else. Damien was pushing himself harder than usual. There was a tension in his

Damien Jr. was two years old when Aria wrote the second letter.She had written the first one months ago, the one about courage and love and rest. It was already sealed in the legacy box, tucked beneath the photograph and the old clippings. But there was more she needed to say. There were things her children would need to understand someday, things she could not trust herself to explain out loud without breaking.The house was quiet. Damien had taken Hope and D.J. to visit Elena for the weekend. The silence felt strange at first, unfamiliar after years of noise and chaos. But it also felt necessary. Some conversations required space.She sat at the desk in her study with a fresh sheet of paper in front of her. The legacy box was open beside her, waiting. She had spent weeks thinking about what to write. She had started and stopped more times than she could count. Some stories were harder to tell than others.She picked up the pen and began.---To Hope and D.J.,There are things I hav

The morning light came through the curtains the way it always did in Malibu, slow and gold and unhurried. Aria lay still for a while, listening to the waves, watching the ceiling. Damien was asleep beside her, one arm stretched across the pillow, his breathing steady.She did not wake him. She wanted a few more minutes of this. The quiet. The salt air. The knowledge that this was the last morning they would spend in this house for a while.They had come to Malibu three days ago. They had walked the beach, eaten too much, and slept late. They had talked about the children and the years behind them and the years ahead. It had been the kind of anniversary that felt less like a celebration and more like a quiet acknowledgement that they had made it through something long and hard and had come out the other side whole.Today they would drive home.Aria slipped out of bed and walked to the window. The ocean stretched wide and blue under the morning sun. A few people were already on the beac