All Chapters of The billionaire I wasn't supposed to love : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Adrian Blackwood had learned long ago that certain names never truly vanished from memory. They merely receded into the background, becoming quieter with time. Jonathan Blackwood was one such name. For years, Adrian had deliberately avoided opening the old file, not because he had forgotten what was inside, but because he remembered too much—the secrets, the guilt, the betrayals etched into those faded pages.The file had remained forgotten at the back of a heavily locked cabinet in his private study, untouched beneath stacks of newer documents. Deals inked with corporate giants. Acquisitions of emerging startups. Legal disputes over intellectual property. Financial reports detailing multimillion-dollar transactions. The routine machinery that defined a powerful man's professional and personal life.But that evening, Adrian ignored all of them.He unlocked the cabinet.The metal door opened with a soft click.His fingers moved past several folders before stopping on one covered in dus

The first thing Evie noticed upon awakening was the absence of Aiden in her bed. The second was a small, pristine white envelope carefully placed against her soft, pillow-laden headboard. She furrowed her brow in confusion. Aiden was not exactly known for leaving handwritten notes or affectionate gestures. Driven by curiosity, she reached out and gently grabbed the envelope. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw her name written across the front in his familiar, looping handwriting: “Angel.”A gentle, knowing smile immediately curved her lips. A flutter of anticipation stirred in her chest as she carefully peeled back the sealing flap of the envelope. Her eyes meticulously traced the flowing, handwritten words, and her smile deepened with each line, reflecting growing joy and wonder.《My beautiful angel,Tonight, I want you to free your mind from all concerns. No worries about the day’s events, no questions lingering, no responsibilities weighing on you. This evening is dedicated solel

Her stomach tightens when he pushes her down on her back, bending her over the desk and she feels him hastily yank down her panties. He removes them completely and she doesn't have time to check where he throws them because the next thing she knows, his hand comes harshly on her ass.She shrieks in surprise but he doesn't stop. Instead he lands another harsh snack on her other ass cheek.He leans forward, his hand placed on the wood next to her head. He unzips his pants as he starts undoing his pants. Her chest heaves as her nipples press against the cold wood.He disappears but returns a moment later with a pillow in his hand and then, he lifts her hips and places it between her lower stomach and the hard surface of the desk."Fuck." He curses when she cranes her neck back. He's standing behind her, bare with his hard dick out.He moves to stand right behind her, his hands moving to grip her ass cheeks as he rubs at the sore skin. "You're on the pill, yes?" He's asking for confirma

Lila froze immediately when that word came out of Evie's mouth.Then her mouth slowly fell open before a mischievous grin took over her face.“Hold on.” She pointed at Evie accusingly. “Are you telling me this has happened before?”Evie groaned, already regretting saying anything. “Lila…”“Oh, my goodness!” Lila burst into laughter. “My supposedly innocent friend is actually a little wild!”She wiggled her eyebrows teasingly, making Evie laugh despite herself.Evie lowered her gaze, unable to hide her smile.She hadn't realized how much she needed to talk about it until now.She needed someone who could understand the strange mixture of happiness and vulnerability that came with loving someone so completely.And Lila understood.At least, she understood enough.What she didn't understand was the truth behind the relationship.She didn't realize that the mysterious man Evie described wasn't just a stranger she had encountered at a party or through her university classes. She knew exact

Some memories become hauntingly painful only after you finally grasp their true meaning.Adrian Blackwood had carried a deeply rooted memory of this kind for most of his life.It wasn't a photograph or a document.It wasn't even the vivid recollection of his father's tragic fall from grace.It was a single sentence, etched into the corners of his mind, its words echoing with unresolved significance..Six words that had remained buried beneath years of anger: “Daniel wasn't the man you think he was.” Jonathan Blackwood had spoken them when Adrian was seventeen.At the time, Adrian believed he fully understood his father's implication. Daniel Scott had betrayed him—this was the narrative that had shaped his entire life. Now, sitting alone in his study with his father's old file spread across the desk, Adrian hesitated, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. He reached out and gently lifted the photograph he had earlier removed from the folder, studying its faded image—the face of a young