All Chapters of The billionaire I wasn't supposed to love : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Morning arrived at the Scott mansion in a rare moment of tranquillity. Illuminated through the expansive, ornate windows of the breakfast room, cast a warm glow on the polished mahogany table and illuminating the swirling steam rising from Evie's steaming mug of coffee, which shimmered with a near-golden hue. Evie sat comfortably with her sleek laptop open beside her chipped ceramic plate, her fingers deftly scrolling through a lengthy list of names on the illuminated screen. Aiden caught sight of her routine activity. "You're already working?" he inquired softly, raising an eyebrow.She looked up. “I'm not working.”“You've been staring at that laptop for ten minutes.”“Because I'm preparing for the outreach program.”Aiden poured himself coffee. “The one at the learning centre?”She nodded enthusiastically. “Yes. We're helping the children with tutoring today, and we're also taking books and basic school supplies.”Aiden watched the excitement brighten her face.“You're looking forw

Damien remained standing long after Aiden's car disappeared from view.The engine's fading sound seemed to linger in the evening air, even after the road had gone quiet again.He should have gone back inside.The children were still waiting for the last few boxes of supplies to be packed. The other volunteers were already cleaning up the learning centre. But Damien couldn't move.His eyes remained fixed on the empty road.Something about what he'd just witnessed bothered him. He couldn't explain what it was.Aiden had come to pick Evie up. That wasn't strange. Aiden had always been protective of her. Everyone knew that.But the way he'd looked at her...Damien frowned.It hadn't looked like an ordinary brotherly concern.He remembered Aiden's expression when he approached them. The tension in his jaw. The way his eyes had moved between Damien and Evie.Jealousy.The word entered Damien's mind before he could stop it.He immediately rejected it.That's ridiculous. Aiden was Evie's broth

By the time dinner was served, Aiden had already spent several hours trying to convince himself that suspicion was not the same thing as truth.It wasn't working.The dining room was warm and beautifully lit, the long table dressed in white linen and polished silver. Everything about the evening looked ordinary. Too ordinary.Vivian sat at the far end of the polished wooden dining table, speaking casually about the upcoming neighbourhood social event. Richard listened attentively, occasionally adding a comment or asking a question to clarify. Maria moved quietly between the dining room and kitchen, checking that every dish was properly arranged and that the settings were in place, ensuring everything was ready for the dinner.Evie sat quietly beside Aiden, blending seamlessly into the guise of another family dinner. But Aiden’s eyes weren’t fooled. His gaze flickered toward his parents—though subtly, never long enough for them to catch him. He observed every little detail: the way Ric

The photographs had failed. That was the first thing Isabella realized when she saw Aiden and Evie reunited again. They hadn’t fully healed, nor were they exactly as they once were. A quiet caution lingered between them, an awareness that neither could afford to let their guard down again. Yet, despite everything, they were still together.And that single moment ignited Isabella's fury. She stood before the tall windows of her apartment, after claiming she needed to fetch something from her house, her hand loosely holding a glass of untouched wine. The city’s lights shimmered beneath her like a vast, shimmering sea, yet her gaze remained fixed elsewhere. Behind her, a photograph on the table drew her attention—a snapshot capturing Aiden and Evie together, smiling. Taken earlier that evening by Grace at the mansion, that image held a story she couldn’t ignore.Isabella had stared at it for almost ten minutes.She had expected distance.Coldness.Perhaps even the end of whatever foolish

Adrian Blackwood didn't need to ask twice. "She's looking into Paul Hartley," he was informed. The detail reached him shortly after noon, delivered via a message on his phone. He was standing beside the large windows of his high-rise office, gazing out over the sprawling city below, when the notification appeared on his device.For several seconds, he simply stared at it.Then he smiled.Not because Isabella's investigation surprised him.Because it didn't.He had expected her to start searching for something new the moment her first attempt against Aiden and Evie failed.What he hadn't expected was the name she would find. Paul Hartley.Adrian placed his phone on the desk.That name carried history. Old history.The kind that had been buried so deeply that most people had forgotten it existed.Most people. Adrian hadn't.He remembered.And that was precisely why Isabella's discovery interested him.He walked to his desk and opened an old drawer.Inside were several files.He didn't t