บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire I Died to Escape: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

“Do you live here?” I smiled at the awe in his voice. “Yes.”He looked at the mansion again, taking in every detail. “It's bigger than the hospital.”I nodded, chuckling softly.He looked at the garden and pointed. “Does someone cut all those flowers?”“Yes.”“Every day?”“Almost.”Orson said, “Wow, “ after my answer. I noticed that Nadia was making an effort not to watch us, but I caught the glances, and the tears she failed to hide. I could see the hesitation in her eyes. She had protected him alone for seven years, now she had to make room for a father who had only just discovered him. A father who should have been there from the beginning.When we entered, the staff were already waiting in the foyer. The butler stepped forward.“Welcome home, sir.”I nodded before turning toward Orson. Everyone's attention followed. Their expressions changed the momen

The third time I betrayed my father was when I publicly broke my engagement with Ariella and let everyone know that I have a woman in my heart.My gaze shifted to the fading N calligraphy on the back of my hand. I wonder how he would react when he found out that Nadia was ‘the woman’ and she hadn't died in that fire seven years ago.“You will do what is expected of you, Alexander. You are not the first Stone to believe power gives him the freedom to ignore responsibility.” My fingers tightened around the phone as he continued talking to me like I was a wolf he had raised and could restrain at any time. “I know you have built your own empire and surrounded yourself with people who answer to you but even the strongest structures can be brought back under control when the right foundation is disturbed.”My teeth gritted as the words settled between us. “I think we are done here.” “Alexander—” I ended the call

Tense silence hung in the air as we held eye contact. The answer should have been easy to say but it wasn't because she was no longer only the memory I had carried for seven years. She was the same woman whose scent had stayed with me long after she walked out of my life and her presence still threatened the walls I had spent years building.I had tormented her and imprisoned her here believing I wanted revenge but right now, I wasn't sure what I wanted anymore.The nights we'd spent together refused to leave my mind. Neither did the realization that despite the marriage my father had arranged, no one had ever crossed the line she crossed without trying.She remained the only woman who ever reached the parts of me I kept locked away.“I'll see you tomorrow.” The words were enough to end the conversation.Whether they answered her question or not was no longer something I could decide.I left the estate immediately after

Nadia’s POVI lay beside Orson in his new room, holding him close while he slept. His soft breaths rose and fell against my chest, grounding me in the only reality that still belonged to us.I wished to rest but closing my eyes achieved nothing. Sleep remained completely out of reach, chased away by restless thoughts that refused to loosen their grip.Where had he gone? His wife was the first person who came to mind.Did he go to tell her about our child? What would happen after she discovered that Alex had a son? Did they have a child together? A dull ache settled beneath my ribs before I could push the thought away. Seven years had passed. Seven years was long enough to build a life with someone else. Long enough to have children.Jealousy washed over me, bitter and unwanted.After all of these years, it all should have been irrelevant that he married her, not me, but the pain still hurts

I couldn't move. Orson was still tucked against me, completely unaware of the storm gathering around us. The footsteps drew closer until they stopped outside his new room. The handle turned and the door opened with a loud thud. I raised my head to see him.Alex stood in the doorway. Purple shadows bruised the skin beneath his eyes, making him look as though sleep had been as distant for him as it had been for me. His handsome face remained composed, almost unnervingly calm, but his rigid control fractured the moment a muscle twitched in his tight jaw.I knew that look.He was definitely here for answers.Alex locked eyes with me and demanded, “Come out, Nadia. I want to have a word with you.” His tone stayed even, but the sheer force required to speak those words was glaringly obvious.He didn't even look at Orson. Our son had already noticed him, though. His face brightened as he looked up at the man who had walked into his life only yesterday.The smile on his lips slowly faded whe