All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S FORGOTTEN MERCY: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Do you have any idea what will happen to you if Mr. Kingston discovers what you’re planning?”Andrain’s voice was low, but the anger in it was unmistakable.I tightened my grip on the bucket and stared at him.“Then perhaps you should stop asking questions and help me before I lose my only chance.”“Evelyn, you’re not thinking straight. You’re desperate, and desperation is making you reckless.”I swallowed the lump in my throat.“Would you rather watch my son die?”He looked away.That was all the answer I needed.I turned around and continued cleaning the floor. The strong smell of bleach burned my nostrils, but I barely noticed it. Three months of accumulated cleaning chemicals had been sitting in that bucket, and I had volunteered to dispose of them.Anything to keep myself occupied.Anything to stop thinking about the fact that my little boy was dying.I had secured the job at Clientele through a lie. I had fabricated my work experience, embellished my qualifications, and somehow

“Won’t you come in?”Damian glanced at the house, then back at me.“No.”I smiled. “Why? Are you afraid of meeting my family?”“It’s late, Ms. Pierce. A strange man showing up at your house at this hour might give your neighbours something to gossip about.”I laughed softly.“I wanted you to say hello to my son. His name is Sab.”Something shifted in his expression, but it disappeared almost immediately.“Perhaps another time. I’ll see you tomorrow, and we will discuss the $250 million you blackmailed me into supposedly promising.”I sighed. “You’re not going to make anything easy for me, are you?”“Should I?”“Forget it. I’m going inside. I have a little boy waiting for me.”I reached for the door handle, but he called my attention.“Ms. Pierce.”I turned.He pulled a business card from his wallet and handed it to me.“This is my direct number. Call me if you need to get in touch.”I examined the card.“Your direct number?”“Yes. And it’s confidential. Don’t share it with anyone.”I

“I’ll drop you off.”Damian stood behind me, carefully pulling up the zip of my dress.“Okay. Thank you.”I picked up the bag of money, and we walked towards his car.Just before getting in, I felt something strange. It was as though someone was watching me.I turned around, scanning the surroundings, but there was nobody suspicious in sight.“Is something wrong?” Damian asked.“No. Nothing.”I got into the car.Throughout the drive, Damian remained unusually quiet. In his mind, he had finally settled the matter. Whatever scheme Evelyn had been involved in, the money should put an end to it. He expected the press stories and the orphanage opposite his office to disappear.I, on the other hand, could hardly contain my excitement.Sab would finally get help. I only needed to find the right researchers, fund the necessary studies, and get my son to one of the best hospitals.“In no time, he’ll be back on his feet,” I whispered.Damian glanced at me but said nothing.When we arrived, he h

My phone vibrated for the fourth time.I stared at Damian’s name on the screen, unsure whether to answer.After what I had overheard at the orphanage, I knew I couldn’t afford to ignore him. But I also couldn’t pretend that speaking to him would make me feel safe.Antonio was dangerous. And now I knew he wasn’t working alone.I finally answered.“Evelyn.”“I’m listening.”“Are you somewhere safe?”I glanced around my little apartment. Sab was asleep in the next room, and the television was playing quietly.“Yes. I’m home.”“Good. Listen carefully. I need you to stay away from Antonio until I understand what we’re dealing with.”“That’s easier said than done, Damian. He knows where I live. He knows about Sab. He has already shown me what he’s capable of.”There was a brief silence.“Has he hurt you?”My fingers tightened around the phone.I wanted to tell him everything. I wanted to tell him about the way Antonio had used my desperation against me, how he had made me feel powerless, an

“Hey, Evelyn.”I looked up to find Angelo sliding into the chair opposite mine.“What’s up?”His pale eyes studied me. He was about my height, and I hadn’t seen him in years. The last time we met was shortly after my former husband, Mr. Pierce, was arrested.“We’re shutting down the shop completely,” I said, returning my attention to the papers on the counter. “Probably in two or three weeks. There’s almost nothing left in the store. I’ve spent everything pursuing a more important cause.”“Your son?”“Yes.”I lowered my eyes.Angelo studied me for a moment before leaning back.“You know about the tower Damian Kingston is building, right?”I frowned. “The rich are always acquiring more properties. What’s new?”“Do you know how many people will lose their homes because of that project? All so he can put his name on another building.”I wasn’t sure where the conversation was heading. Perhaps it was a friendly discussion, or maybe he was using the usual journalist’s tactics to get me talk