All Chapters of The billionaire I wasn't supposed to love : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Mornings at Scott Mansion were usually predictable.The aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifted from the kitchen while sunlight poured through the tall dining room windows, bathing the polished table in a warm glow. Outside, gardeners trimmed the hedges, and the fountain in the courtyard murmured, creating the illusion that nothing could ever disturb the peace inside the estate.Evie descended the staircase with unusual care.Ever since their date two nights ago, she had become painfully aware of how easily her emotions betrayed her whenever Aiden was nearby. A smile. A lingering glance. The unconscious urge to reach for him. Those tiny moments suddenly felt dangerous.She stepped into the dining room and greeted everyone with her usual politeness before deliberately choosing a chair farther down the table instead of the seat she had grown accustomed to.Maria noticed immediately. Too far, she thought to herself.Young love had a peculiar habit of overcorrecting whenever it feared bein

Night settled over Scott Mansion like a heavy blanket, wrapping the estate in an almost deceptive calm. Most of the lights had already gone out.Richard was still buried in paperwork inside his study. Vivian had retired early after a long day of meetings. The maids quietly finished their last chores before disappearing into the servants' quarters. Everything appeared peaceful. Too peaceful.Outside, a cool breeze swept through the gardens, stirring the leaves of the old tree.Hidden beneath its shadow, a figure stood perfectly still. Their face remained concealed beneath the darkness.Only a pair of gloved hands could be seen as they slowly lifted a camera fitted with a powerful telephoto lens. Click.The lens focused on the illuminated windows of Scott Mansion. Click.Another photograph. The camera shifted toward the second floor. Click. One final photograph.The figure lowered the camera and studied the images on the small screen. A faint chuckle escaped the silence. "Interesting...

Back at Scott Mansion, Maria spent the afternoon checking household supplies with her usual attention to detail. Flour. Rice. Cleaning products.Fresh vegetables. Everything was carefully recorded before new orders were placed.As she walked into the pantry carrying her clipboard, she unexpectedly found Grace standing alone near the shelves.The younger maid was visibly startled.Almost instinctively, she hurriedly slipped her phone into the pocket of her apron.Maria paused. Is everything alright?"Grace forced a smile. "Yes, Ma'am.""I was just checking on my mother."Maria's expression softened. "Is she feeling any better?""A little.""I've been worried.""I understand."Maria nodded sympathetically. If you ever need a little time to call home, just let me know.""Thank you." Grace lowered her eyes, visibly relieved.Maria smiled and continued with her inspection, saying nothing more.Yet as she walked away, another thought quietly settled in her mind.The lens cap beneath the old

A comfortable warmth settled over Scott Mansion after dinner, replacing the lively chatter that had filled the dining room only moments earlier. The house seemed to exhale, slipping into its familiar evening rhythm.Soft instrumental music drifted from hidden speakers in the living room, blending with the occasional crackle from the fireplace. The golden glow of the chandeliers reflected off polished wooden floors, giving the room an inviting, homely atmosphere.At the centre of it all, Richard Scott sat comfortably in his favourite armchair, completely focused on the chessboard between him and Lucas.Lucas leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his eyes darting from one piece to another as he searched for a way out of the trap he'd somehow walked into. "This doesn't make any sense," he muttered under his breath. "Five minutes ago I was winning."Richard couldn't suppress the smile tugging at his lips. "Were you?" he said, moving a bishop like a master in the game."I was."Rich

Saturday afternoons had quietly become something Aiden looked forward to.No board meetings. No shareholders demanding updates. No endless stream of emails waiting for his attention. N9 assistant blowing up his phone with calls and messages.Just a few precious hours he could spend with Evie.The morning had passed quickly. After finishing a video conference earlier than expected, Aiden glanced at the reminder he had set on his phone weeks ago: Teach Evie how to drive.A small smile crossed his face.He had promised her months ago.Life, however, had kept getting in the way. Business. Secrets. Heartbreak. Reconciliation.Every time they tried to make plans, something happened. Not today.He picked up his car keys and headed downstairs.Outside, Evie was sitting beneath the large old tree near the garden, a novel resting on her lap. Every so often she turned a page, though the gentle breeze seemed more successful at distracting her than the story itself.She looked up when she heard fo