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THE BILLIONAIRE FATHER'S WISH WORKAHOLIC
DAMIENThe office is in chaos. I’m sitting at the head of the conference table, the third meeting of the day already stretching past the two-hour mark. My assistant flips through yet another set of slides on the projector, her voice growing fainter in my ears as my focus drifts to the blinking red notification light on my phone. Emails keep piling up, messages demand answers, and every department seems to be on the verge of collapse. "Damien?" Someone calls my name. My head snaps up. It’s Martin, the head of finance, staring at me expectantly. "What’s your call on the proposed budget reallocation?"I rub the bridge of my nose, trying to make sense of what he’s asking. "I’ll review it tonight. Just send me a breakdown with specifics by the end of the day." My voice comes out sharp, and I see Martin’s jaw tighten as he nods and sits back.The meeting drags on, punctuated by heated discussions, arguments over projections, and a million "what-ifs." By the time it ends, my head feels lik
Last Updated : 2024-11-17THE BILLIONAIRE FATHER'S WISH TOGETHER
ANNAThe house is eerily quiet when Damien steps through the door. I’m curled up on the couch in the living room, a soft blanket draped over me, and the TV playing a show I’ve been pretending to watch. My heart leaps at the sound of his key turning in the lock, but I quickly steady myself, trying not to let my emotions show. He walks in, looking utterly exhausted. His tie is loosened, and his shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. His dark eyes sweep over the room until they land on me. For a moment, neither of us speaks. I don’t even realize I’m holding my breath until he gives me a small, weary smile."Hey," he says softly, dropping his bag by the door. "Hey," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. I sit up straighter, pulling the blanket tighter around me.He crosses the room in a few strides and sinks onto the couch beside me. The weight of his presence is a comfort, even though I can feel the tension radiating off him. "I’m sorry," he says, his voice hoarse. "For everyth
Last Updated : 2024-11-17THE BILLIONAIRE FATHER'S WISH THE TEXT MESSAGE
ANNAI’m sitting in the living room, scrolling through my phone, mindlessly flipping through photos when I see a notification at the top of my screen. My heart does a small flip as I recognise the name. Nicolas. The guy I met briefly on my honeymoon in the Maldives. I almost laugh at the thought—it seems like a lifetime ago, even though it’s only been a few weeks.“Hey, Anna! I just thought I’d check-in. Hope you’re doing well!”I bite my lip, trying to decide how to respond. Nicolas and I didn’t have any deep connection; it was just a friendly conversation on a beach, a passing encounter. But still, something about him was refreshing, a carefree energy that felt like a brief escape in the middle of everything. I decide to respond, keeping it light and friendly.“Hey, Nicolas! I’m doing well, thanks for checking in. How about you? Still, chasing sunsets in paradise?”A minute later, his reply comes through. “Haha, yes, still living the dream! Life’s good here. Let me know if you and
Last Updated : 2024-12-01THE BILLIONAIRE FATHER'S WISH LOLA'S ADVICE
ANNAThe phone feels heavy in my hand as I stare at Lola’s contact picture. It’s been weeks since the wedding, and though we’ve exchanged a few texts here and there, I haven’t seen her in person. She’s been busy with work, and I… well, I’ve been too caught up in the whirlwind of emotions and confusion that is my life with Damien.I hesitate for a moment, chewing on my bottom lip before I finally hit the call button. The line rings twice before her familiar, cheerful voice answers.“Hey, Mrs. Donovan,” she teases. I can practically hear the grin in her voice.“Lola,” I groan, rolling my eyes even though she can’t see me. “Don’t start.”She laughs. “Fine, fine. What’s up? It’s been a minute.”“Can you meet me during your lunch break?” I ask, my voice a little more urgent than I intended. “There’s… a lot I need to talk to you about.”There’s a pause on her end, and I can tell she’s trying to gauge how serious I am. “Are you okay?” she asks, her tone softening.“I will be. I just… I really
Last Updated : 2024-12-01THE BILLIONAIRE FATHER'S WISH SUDDEN DISTANCE
ANNADamien comes down the stairs, his steps steady and deliberate. I’m sitting at the dining table, scrolling aimlessly through my phone. He stops in the doorway, his presence filling the room even before he speaks.“Morning,” he says, his voice soft but edged with something I can’t quite place.I glance up briefly and mutter, “Morning,” before returning my attention to the screen.“Any plans for today?” he asks, trying to sound casual.“Not really,” I reply, my tone clipped.He pauses as if waiting for me to say more, but when I don’t, he pulls out a chair and sits across from me.“Anna,” he says after a moment, leaning forward slightly. “What’s going on?”I don’t answer right away, pretending to be engrossed in my phone.“Don’t do this,” he says, his voice firmer now. “If something’s bothering you, just tell me.”I sigh, finally looking up at him. His eyes are searching mine, filled with an earnestness that makes me uncomfortable. “It’s nothing, Damien. I just need some space.”“Sp
Last Updated : 2024-12-02THE BILLIONAIRE FATHER'S WISH THE FLIRTING MESSAGES
DAMIENThe tension in the house is thick enough to choke on. Anna and I move around each other like ghosts, existing in the same space but never really crossing paths. She barely looks at me, her silence a sharp blade that cuts deeper with every passing hour. I tell myself to give her time, but patience has never been my strong suit.It’s late evening when I walk into the living room and find her curled up on the couch, her phone glued to her hand. She doesn’t glance up when I enter, her fingers flying across the screen. I wonder who she’s texting so eagerly, but I push the thought aside. I don’t want to be the paranoid husband.“Anna,” I say, trying to keep my voice neutral.“Hmm?” she murmurs, not looking up.“I’m ordering dinner. Do you want anything?”“I’m fine,” she replies, her tone clipped.I nod, even though she doesn’t see it, and walk into the kitchen. The tension is unbearable, and I feel like I’m suffocating in my own home. I’ve tried to bridge the gap between us, but every
Last Updated : 2024-12-03THE BILLIONAIRE FATHER'S WISH THE ARGUMENT OVER NICHOLAS
DAMIEN Tonight, I’ve had enough. As I walk into the bedroom, I see her sitting on the bed, scrolling through her phone. My chest tightens. Her phone. Again.“Anna,” I say, my voice low but firm.She looks up, startled. “What?”“We need to talk.”Her expression hardens immediately, and she puts her phone down on the nightstand. “About what?”“You know damn well what.”She crosses her arms, her defensiveness a barrier I know all too well. “If this is about me not talking to you much lately, maybe you should look in the mirror first.”That sparks something in me a simmering anger I’ve been trying to suppress for days. “Oh, so this is my fault now?”“Well, you’ve been distant, Damien! You come home late, barely say a word to me, and act like I don’t even exist. What do you expect me to do?”I take a step closer, my voice rising. “Don’t you dare put this on me? You’ve been avoiding me first! Don’t think I haven’t noticed you shutting me out, glued to your phone like it’s the only thing th
Last Updated : 2024-12-03THE BILLIONAIRE FATHER'S WISH THE HEARTACHE
ANNAThe room feels suffocatingly empty. I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, tears sliding silently down my cheeks. The weight of my argument with Damien presses on my chest like a boulder, making breathing hard.How did we get here? One moment, we’re building something fragile yet hopeful; the next, it’s all crumbling beneath our feet.I glance at the door, hoping against hope that he’ll walk in and say something anything to bridge the widening chasm between us. But the house is eerily quiet.When the clock strikes midnight and there’s still no sign of Damien, the pain in my chest intensifies. He’s always been composed, never one to let his emotions get the better of him, but tonight, he was raw, unfiltered. The anger in his eyes, the hurt in his voice it’s all on replay in my mind.I pull the covers up to my chin, curling into myself as the tears come faster now, sobs shaking my body. The truth of it all stings: I messed up. I avoided him, and let Nicholas’s messages fill a void I
Last Updated : 2024-12-03
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THE BILLIONAIRE FATHER'S WISH HAUNTED PAST
DAMIENI'm greeted by a cacophony of voices when I step into Donovan Firm's sleek, glass-walled office. The bustling energy of the building, the hum of conversations, and the soft click of keyboards contrast starkly with the quiet, intimate world I’ve shared with Anna for the past two weeks.“Welcome back, Mr.Donovan,” my assistant, Jasmine, says brightly. “It’s good to see you again.”“Thank you, Jasmine,” I reply, adjusting my cufflinks. “What’s on the agenda for today?”She hands me a tablet with my packed schedule: " I have a strategy meeting with the board at 10, a financial review at 11:30, and a client luncheon at 1. You also have a meeting with the legal team at 3 and a call with our European branch at 5.”I suppress a sigh. It’s a packed day, but I expected no less after being away for two weeks.As I stride through the open office floor, I catch snippets of hushed whispers.“Did you hear about Mr. Donovan? His wife was kidnapped!”“I heard she’s been traumatised ever since.
THE BILLIONAIRE FATHER'S WISH THE CONFRONTATION
ANNAThe morning is serene. Golden sunlight streams through the windows, painting our room in soft hues. Damien, still half-asleep, has his arm draped across my waist, pulling me close. His breathing is steady and comforting, and I savour the warmth of his presence.“Good morning, Mrs.Donovan,” he murmurs, his voice rich and deep, laced with the remnants of sleep.I smile, running my fingers through his messy hair. “Good morning, Mr. Donovan.”He lifts his head slightly, his piercing blue eyes meeting mine. “How are you feeling today? Better?”“I am,” I reply, leaning into the safety of his embrace. “Because of you.”Damien tilts my chin, his lips brushing against mine in a tender kiss. “I’ll always protect you, Anna. No matter what.”His phone buzzes, shattering the peaceful moment. He groans, reaching for it reluctantly.“Work?” I ask, though I already know the answer.“Yeah,” he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I have a meeting I can’t postpone. But I hate leaving you.”I cup
THE BILLIONAIRE FATHER'S WISH A NEW PHASE
DAMIENA scream shatters the silence of the night. It’s sharp, raw, and filled with so much pain that it jolts me upright in bed. My heart pounds as I turn to Anna, who’s thrashing wildly, caught in the grip of a nightmare. Her cries are broken and desperate, her hands clawing at the air as though fighting off invisible demons.“Anna!” I call out, shaking her gently. “Baby, wake up. It’s just a dream. Wake up!”She doesn’t respond. Her face is damp with sweat, and tears streak down her cheeks as she sobs in her sleep. The sight of her like this a mixture of fear and vulnerability feels like a punch to the gut.“Baby,” I say again, my voice softer but urgent, as I gather her trembling form into my arms. “It’s me, Damien. I’m here. You’re safe.”Her eyes snap open, wild and unfocused before they lock onto mine. She doesn’t seem to recognize me for a second, her body stiff and trembling. Then, like a dam breaking, she collapses against me, sobbing uncontrollably.“I couldn’t get away,” s
THE BILLIONAIRE FATHER'S WISH THE CONFESSION
ANNAThe car glides to a halt in front of the house, and I spot Miss Rosie standing on the porch, her face etched with worry and hope. Her hands are clasped tightly in front of her, her lips moving silently as though in prayer. The moment Damien steps out of the car and rounds to my side, she’s already descending the steps, rushing toward us like a mother hen reuniting with her chicks.Damien helps me out of the car, his touch firm yet tender. The cool evening breeze brushes against my skin, but his hand is a source of steady warmth, grounding me in this surreal moment of finally being home.“Anna!” Miss Rosie exclaims, throwing her arms around me the moment my feet touch the ground. Her embrace engulfs me, a warm, maternal cocoon I didn’t realize I needed until now. “My child, you’re home! Oh, you’re home.”The floodgates break. I sob into her shoulder, clutching onto her as though letting go would send me back to the nightmare I’d just escaped. “Miss Rosie,” I manage between gasps,
THE BILLIONAIRE FATHER'S WISH THE CALM AFTER
DAMIEN The low hum of the private jet’s engines fills the cabin as we finally leave New York behind. My body aches, and my arm burns where the bullet grazed me, but none of that matters. Anna is seated beside me, her fingers clutching mine like a lifeline. I haven’t let her out of my sight since the rescue, and I have no intention of doing so now.Evans stands a few feet away, speaking in low tones with Don Emilio. They’re strategizing the next steps, but my focus is entirely on Anna. She’s wrapped in a soft blanket, her face pale and her eyes hollow. Even though the ordeal is over, the scars are fresh.“Damien,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the engines.I turn to her immediately. “I’m here my baby,” I say, squeezing her hand gently.She leans her head against my shoulder, her body trembling slightly. “I don’t know how to thank you,” she murmurs.I kiss the top of her head softly. “You don’t have to thank me,” I reply. “You’re my wife. I’d walk through hell to keep you
THE BILLIONAIRE FATHER'S WISH THE RESCUE
ANNAThe rumble of the boat engine fades as Nicholas’s men drag me into yet another damp, cold hideout. My body is trembling from exhaustion, starvation, and the relentless torment Nicholas has inflicted. The faint glimmer of hope I’d held onto is almost extinguished. Every door feels like another step closer to death, but I can’t stop thinking about Damien. Despite everything, his face, voice, and promise to protect me keep me clinging to life.Nicholas’s dark laugh breaks through my thoughts. He stands by the window, barking orders into his phone, his frustration palpable. Something has rattled him.“Boss,” one of his men mutters, stepping inside with a nervous glance. “They’re close. Gusavo’s men are closing in on the docks.”Nicholas’s eyes snap to the henchman, and his jaw tightens. “Gusavo…” he hisses like the name is venom on his tongue. “That rat. Fine. Let them come. I’ll burn this place to the ground with every one of them inside.”The man hesitates. “And… her?” He nods towa
THE BILLIONAIRE FATHER'S WISH THE ATTEMPT
DAMIENThe private airstrip hums with activity as Don Emilio’s plane lands smoothly on the tarmac. The sleek black jet, adorned with the Gustavo family crest, looks as intimidating as the man himself. As the hatch opens, Emilio descends the steps, flanked by four men who radiate danger. Each of them is armed, their sharp eyes scanning the area for any sign of threat.Emilio strides toward me, his tailored suit immaculate despite the long flight. His salt-and-pepper beard frames a face that commands respect, and his dark eyes lock onto mine with unwavering intensity. Evans and I step forward to meet him, and I feel like I have a fighting chance for the first time in days."Damien," Emilio greets, his deep voice carrying the weight of authority and familiarity. He clasps my shoulder firmly, his grip both reassuring and unyielding. "I came as fast as I could."I nod my throat tight with a mix of gratitude and desperation. "Thank you for coming, Emilio. I wouldn’t know where to begin with
THE BILLIONAIRE FATHER'S WISH SHATTERED
ANNAThe room is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that barely illuminates the damp walls. My wrists are raw from the coarse ropes that bind me to the chair, and my throat feels like sandpaper. Nicholas’s menacing presence lingers, even when he isn’t in the room. I’ve lost count of how many hours or days I’ve been here.The door creaks open, and Nicholas steps inside, his dark eyes gleaming with malice. His lips curl into a smirk as he approaches, carrying a whip in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. My stomach growls at the sight of it, but I know better than to expect kindness from him.“Well, well, Mrs.Donovan,” he drawls, his voice dripping with mockery. “How’s your stay so far? Cozy?”I glare at him, my lips too dry to form words.He crouches down, holding the water bottle just out of my reach. “Thirsty?”I nod weakly, my pride shattered by my desperation.Nicholas laughs a cruel sound that echoes through the room. “Beg me for it.”My heart sinks. I know he’ll take ple
THE BILLIONAIRE FATHER'S WISH THE PLAN
DAMIEN The walls of my office feel like they’re closing in as I stare blankly at the framed photo of my parents on my desk. It’s been years since I let myself feel this kind of raw, unrelenting pain—the kind that claws at your soul and doesn’t let go. My chest tightens, and before I know it, hot tears blur my vision.The last time I cried like this was the day we buried my parents. But now, I can’t hold it in anymore. I’ve failed Anna. I’ve failed to protect her, and the weight of that realization is unbearable.Evans sits across from me, his usual sharpness dulled by worry. "Damien, you need to pull yourself together. Crying won’t bring her back."His words, though harsh, ground me. I inhale deeply, wiping my face with trembling hands. "I know," I whisper, my voice raw. "But it feels like I’ve lost everything again, Evans. First my parents, and now Anna. She’s... she’s all I have left.”Evans leans forward, his tone softening. "Then we fight. You’re Damien Donovan, damn it. You don’
