All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN NIGHT: Chapter 31 - Chapter 37

Xavier’s POVIvanna had been unusually witty these past two weeks. That was the first warning sign and I had missed it completely. Ivanna suddenly stopped pushing for dinner dates. She stopped nagging at every little thing like she always did. She stopped doing a lot that actually cross-referenced the real her, and I stupidly missed it. She became warm, accommodating, and occasionally funny in a dry way, which clearly says… that wasn’t the real her.I had interpreted this new version of her as the natural settling of a tension that had peaked and was now finding a ground level.I should have known better.Ivanna Sinclair did not find her own level. She recalibrated. And recalibration, in her own kind of vocabulary, always preceded a move.I was in my office on Thursday afternoon, midway through a call with the company’s legal team about the property acquisition, when my EA knocked and entered with the expression that goes with information she wasn’t sure how to deliver.I held up a

Arthur’s POVI was having my breakfast when I got Raymond call. He has the result from the DNA test, the one I was almost dying to have.I picked the call immediately my phone vibrated against the dining table, my heart leaped for the next words I’ll hear from Raymond. Depending on what the result says, I know it will change my view on a lot of events happening around me lately.“The results are in,” he said. “Shall I read them or send the document?”“Read them first,” I said. That’s what I wanted for now, let me hear a third person read it to me first. I may collapse under anxiety in the next few seconds of waiting for the file. Raymond’s voice was calm and calculated as he read the result, knowing fully well how the burden of what he was reading may affect an old man if not read with care.“The DNA analysis confirms a biological relationship between Sample A and Sample B consistent with”“Say it plainly, Raymond,” I cut him abruptly. “No laboratory terms please, I’m too old for tha

XAVIER’S POVBy Friday of that week, my calendar had accumulated four additional engagement-related items without my active participation, a menu tasting Celeste had booked on my behalf for Saturday morning, a call with the Alderton Hall events manager that had appeared in my schedule overnight, a reminder about confirming the final guest list, and a note from Ivanna asking whether I preferred the champagne toast before or after the dinner service.I stared at the calendar for a moment before I closed it.My grandfather also had called twice this week. Both times I had been in the middle of meeting that couldn’t be interrupted, once a call with the legal team, the second time, a board meeting that had been rescheduled once and I couldn’t afford to disrupt. I had called back both times after I was done but my calls only reached his voicemail. I hadn’t called again after then.I had thought what he wanted to discuss couldn’t be anything other than the planning of the engagement party, s