Todos los capítulos de The billionaire I wasn't supposed to love : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

The photograph should have been enough to make Aiden storm into his mother’s room.It wasn’t.That was what frightened him.He sat alone in his study, the photograph lying beneath the warm light of the desk lamp. His eyes remained fixed on the blurred figure beside Vivian.The man’s face was turned away from the camera.Whoever had taken the picture had made sure of that.Aiden picked it up again.Vivian stood outside a private building connected to Blackwood Industries. Her posture was composed, almost casual. Nothing about her suggested fear or hesitation.But she had no reason to be there.At least, none she had ever given him.Aiden lowered the photograph.His mother had always been difficult to read. Vivian could smile through an argument, remain calm while everyone else lost their temper, and turn an uncomfortable question into something that made the person asking it feel guilty.But this was different. This involved Blackwood.And Blackwood was already tangled in too many unan

Grace had carried the secret for so long that it had begun to feel heavier than her own life, weighing on her chest like an unseen burden. She stood outside Maria’s door, her hand raised hesitantly to knock, fingers trembling slightly as if caught in a nervous flutter. She lowered her hand slowly, taking a cautious step back to gather herself. Suddenly, from behind, she heard footsteps approaching briskly along the hallway floor, echoing softly. "Grace?" called a familiar voice. Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest, and she nearly jumped in surprise.Maria stopped.Grace turned around too quickly..“Maria.”Maria examined her face with concern. Something was clearly amiss. Grace appeared unnervingly pale and exhausted, her eyes swollen and rimmed with tears, as if she had spent the entire night battling to hold them back.Maria frowned. “What happened?”“Nothing.”Maria gave her a look. “You're terrible at lying.”Grace tried to smile.It failed. “I need to talk to you.”Maria's exp

The argument began with something so small that Evie almost wished she had stayed upstairs.A single question.A single comment.And then, somehow, the entire room seemed to turn against her.Evie stood beside the dining table, her fingers tightening around the edge of her sleeve as Vivian stared at her with an expression that held more disappointment than anger.“You knew about the meeting,” Vivian said.Evie swallowed. “I knew there was a meeting, but I didn't know Dad wanted me to attend.”“That isn't what I asked.”“I’m sorry.”Vivian gave a humorless laugh. “That seems to be your favorite word lately.”Richard glanced up from his plate. “Vivian.”“What?” she asked, turning toward him. “Am I wrong?”“No one said you were.”“Then let me finish.”Evie lowered her eyes.She had learned that arguing with Vivian only made things worse.She didn't understand when everything between them had changed.There had been a time when Vivian would call her downstairs just to ask whether she'd ea

Aiden was beside her immediately.“Evie?”She covered her face with both hands.“No…”Her voice trembled.“No, no, no…”Aiden's brow furrowed. “Evie, look at me.”“She knew.”The words came out so quietly that he almost missed them.Aiden froze.Evie lowered her hands, her face already wet with tears. “She knew.”“Evie…”“She knew,” she repeated, louder this time, as if saying it again might somehow make the truth easier to understand.Aiden crouched in front of her. “We don't know that.”“But it makes sense!”Her voice shattered.She pressed a trembling hand against her chest as though she could physically hold herself together.“Everything makes sense now.”The tears came faster. “I kept asking myself what I had done to her.”She shook her head, her breathing becoming uneven.“Do you know how many times I asked myself that?”Aiden's heart clenched.“I thought maybe I was too difficult. Maybe I talked too much. Maybe I wasn't obedient enough. Maybe I wasn't smart enough. Maybe I wasn

Evie had always been adept at masking her true feelings, expertly disguising her pain behind a facade of composure. That was the core of her struggle. She could force a genuine-looking smile even as her heart felt shattered beyond repair. She could produce genuine laughter in social settings despite the tears welling up inside her. She could sit through long conversations, maintaining a calm exterior, all the while a tumult of emotions roiled silently within her chest, hidden from everyone’s view.That morning, the storm was too heavy. She sat in the lecture hall with her notebook. The professor spoke, students took notes, pages turned, pens moved, and someone whispered behind her.Evie heard none of it.Her eyes remained fixed on the same sentence she had written several minutes ago.Paul Hartley.She stared at the name until the letters blurred.Her father. A man she had never known.A man who might have known her.A man whose existence had somehow been hidden from her entire life.