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The billionaire Tyrant Chapter Forty-three
Emma took a deep breath, trying to steady herself before she spoke. Her mother’s hands were warm on her face, a comforting touch that only reminded her of how much she needed this moment to go right. But the weight of what she was about to say pressed down on her chest, and her words felt like stones in her throat.“I found something, Mom,” Emma said, her voice trembling just slightly. “Something I never expected, something that... changes everything.” Her mother’s brow furrowed, her fingers still gently holding Emma’s face, urging her to continue. “What did you find, sweetheart? Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out together.”Emma swallowed hard, feeling the sting of tears threatening to rise. She took a few steps back, distancing herself from her mother’s touch, needing a moment to collect her thoughts. Her heart was racing, and her mind was spinning, but there was no turning back now. She couldn’t keep this secret any longer.“I found the contract,” Emma said, her voice barely abov
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The revelation about Leo and Isabella gnawing at her, the betrayal clawing its way deeper into her heart. She needed air, she needed clarity—but most of all, she needed solace.She stepped outside, the crisp night air stinging her cheeks and she wrapped her arms around herself, fighting the chill and the emptiness that had settled deep in her chest.Her phone buzzed in her pocket, pulling her out of her spiral of thoughts. She glanced at the screen and saw Thomas’s name glowing softly against the darkness. For a moment, she hesitated. She didn’t want to burden him with the storm she was carrying, but at the same time, she couldn’t bear the thought of being alone with it any longer. Taking a steadying breath, she answered.“Thomas,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.“Emma,” his voice was warm, concerned, a lifeline in the chaos. “I’ve been worried. Since that day I left. “Are you okay?”She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat making it difficult to speak. “No,” she admitt
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The sun lowered on the horizon, as Emma stood in her mother’s backyard. The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of dew-drenched grass and blooming wildflowers. She inhaled deeply, feeling calm as the chaotic whirlwind of thoughts in her mind began to settle. Thomas’s words echoed in her ears: You don’t have to figure it all alone. It had been hours since he’d left, but the warmth of his presence lingered. Emma didn’t feel completely lost. She had spent so much time burying her emotions, hiding her wounds, and trying to hold herself together that she’d forgotten how to let anyone in. But Thomas... he was different. Gentle yet firm, steady without being overbearing. There was something grounding about him, something that made her feel like it was okay to be vulnerable. And for the first time, the idea of sharing her pain with someone else didn’t terrify her. Yet, it still wasn’t easy.Emma sighed and walked back inside, the familiar creak of the wooden floorboards beneath her
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The days that followed Emma’s confession to Thomas were calmer than she expected. She had braced herself for an emotional backlash, a storm of vulnerability that might have made her retreat into the shell she’d lived in for so long. But the storm never came. Instead, Emma found herself feeling lighter, more grounded, like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.Thomas had become her anchor in a sea of uncertainty. He hadn’t pushed her to heal faster than she was ready for or demanded explanations she wasn’t ready to give. Instead, he showed up. Every day. Whether it was through a reassuring text in the morning or an evening spent walking in the park, Thomas made his presence felt in ways that didn’t overwhelm her.For Emma, this was new territory. Her life had been so tightly wound with pain and betrayal that trusting someone felt foreign. But Thomas was patient, his steadiness giving her the space to begin rebuilding herself.******Late one evening, after they had shared a quiet
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Emma sat at her window. It was one of those rare moments of stillness, but her mind was far from quiet. Thomas had become more than just an ally in her quest for closure; he was more than a friend. Yet, a gnawing uncertainty lingered, threatening the fragile peace she had begun to cultivate. Could Thomas still look at her the same way after knowing everything? Could he see past the broken pieces she had laid bare? And more importantly, could she trust him not to use her vulnerability against her someday? Her heart ached with doubt, though she didn’t want it to. Thomas walked into the room, his steady presence immediately grounding her spiraling thoughts. “You’ve been quiet,” he said, his tone light but tinged with concern. Emma glanced at him and offered a weak smile. “Just thinking.” He moved closer, sitting on the armrest of the couch beside her. “About?” She hesitated, unsure if she could give voice to the fears swirling in her mind. But Thomas had earned her trust in s
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The air in the bar was warm, charged with the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses. Neon lights cast soft glows of red and blue over the patrons, giving the place a dreamy yet intimate feel. Emma hesitated in the doorway, her fingers tightening on Thomas’s arm. “Are you sure about this?” she asked, her voice nearly drowned out by the upbeat music playing in the background. Thomas glanced down at her, a reassuring smile touching his lips. “You need to cool off, Emma. You’ve been running on stress and nerves for days. Let’s just sit, enjoy a drink, and forget about everything else for a little while.” She nodded, though her shoulders remained tense. “Okay. But if it gets too much...” “We’ll leave,” he promised, placing his hand lightly over hers. The two found a corner booth, enough to feel comfortable yet close enough to the bar where she could scan the room. Thomas flagged down a waiter and ordered two drinks a whiskey for himself and a glass of white wine for her.
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The morning light filtered through the curtains. Emma stirred under the warm covers,For a brief moment, she lay still, enjoying the rare tranquility. But the events of the previous night rushed back, piercing through the fleeting peace. Isabella and James. Their mocking faces, their cutting wordsit all replayed in her mind like a relentless echo. Emma exhaled sharply and sat up, her fingers brushing through her hair as she tried to steady herself. She didn’t regret staying at the bar or holding her ground, but she couldn’t ignore the dread clawing at her chest. Isabella wouldn’t let the encounter end there; Emma knew her too well.Thomas stepped inside, a takeaway coffee cup in each hand. He offered her a warm smile, his presence steadying her frayed nerves. “Good morning. Thought you could use this,” he said, holding out one of the cups. “Thanks,” she murmured, taking the coffee. The first sip was blissful, and she sighed. “I needed this.” He sat on the edge of the bed, his eye
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The soft hum of Thomas’s apartment filled the air as Emma stepped inside, the warmth of the space instantly embracing her.“Make yourself comfortable,” Thomas said, gesturing toward the couch. He carried a steaming mug of tea, setting it on the coffee table before retreating to the kitchen to grab his own. Emma sank into the cushions, letting her gaze wander over the framed photos on the walls and the shelves lined with books. A faint smile tugged at her lips at the sight of a battered globe perched on a corner table, its surface marked with notes and tiny flags. Thomas had always been an explorer, and his home was a testament to that spirit. When he returned, his eyes softened as he took in her thoughtful expression. “What’s on your mind?” he asked, sitting beside her and leaning forward, his hands cradling his mug. Emma sighed, pulling her knees up to her chest. “It’s been a long day.” He gave her a knowing look, waiting for her to elaborate. She hesitated, the memory of L
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The morning came quietly, with the first light spilling through the windows like a gentle invitation. Thomas woke up,for a moment, he stayed in bed, watching Emma as she slept. Her face was peaceful, framed by the soft tangle of her hair. He didn’t want to disturb her. Rising carefully, he dressed and stepped out into the hallway. The house was still and calm. He passed Lily’s room, peeking in to find her sprawled across her bed.Her small snores made him smile. In the living room Thomas sat on the couch savoring the quiet place.These moments had become precious to him, a time to breathe before the day unfolded. Something caught his eye: a picture of three figures standing under a tree, holding hands. A sun and a smiling cloud hovered above them. At the bottom, in wobbly letters, she had written, “My family”. Thomas picked up the drawing, his chest tightening with emotion. This simple piece of art felt like a reflection of everything they’d built together. “Daddy?” Lily’s voi
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Thomas stood by the window in the living room, watching the sun climb higher into the sky. The light danced on the glass, and for a moment, he felt a calmness settle deep inside him. Emma appeared, carrying pancake. She handed one to him and leaned against the window frame, gazing outside. “It’s a beautiful day,” she said, her voice gentle. Thomas nodded, taking a sip. “It is. Feels like a good day for something simple.” Emma glanced at him, her lips curving into a soft smile. “Something simple? What did you have in mind?” “Nothing planned,” he admitted. “Maybe just letting the day unfold, spending it with you and Lily.” Emma tilted her head thoughtfully. “I like that idea.” From the hallway, Lily’s voice called out, breaking the quiet. “Mommy, Daddy! Can we have pancakes for breakfast?” Emma chuckled, pushing off the window frame. “Guess that’s how we’ll start.” Thomas followed her to the kitchen, where Lily was already dragging a chair to the counter. Her hair was
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The air in the house was soft and warm, filled with the quiet hum of everyday life. Thomas sat in his study, the faint scratching of his pen on paper the only sound breaking the stillness. He wasn’t working on contracts or plans tonight. Instead, he was writing a letter a habit he’d taken up recently. There was something grounding about the simplicity of writing by hand, capturing thoughts with ink. He leaned back, reading over the lines. The words felt honest, reflecting the steady gratitude he’d grown to carry each day. Folding the letter, he tucked it into his notebook and set it aside. The clock on the wall showed it was nearing Lily’s bedtime. Thomas rose, stretching as he made his way to the living room. Emma was curled up on the couch, a book in her hands. Her hair was pulled back loosely, and she looked up with a smile when he walked in. “Finished your writing?” she asked, closing her book. Thomas nodded, settling beside her. “For now. How’s your story coming along?”
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The days that followed were calm, a welcome change from the whirlwind Thomas and his family had endured. The quiet felt foreign at first, as if the tension of recent weeks still lingered in the air. Yet, with each passing day, Thomas allowed himself to lean into the stillness. Morning sunlight spilled through the office windows as Thomas sat at his desk, a steaming cup of hot coffee in hand. His schedule was mercifully light, leaving him with time to catch up on work that had been neglected. Greg knocked softly before stepping inside. “Morning, Thomas. Thought I’d check in.” Thomas gestured for him to sit. “Morning. Everything good on your end?” Greg nodded, handing over a file. “Security reports, just routine checks. No issues to note.” Thomas flipped through the pages, scanning the concise updates. He closed the file and set it aside. “Thanks, Greg. Let’s keep the protocols steady for now, but I think we can start scaling back gradually.” “Will do,” Greg said, standing
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The days rolled on, quieter now, yet Thomas couldn't shake the feeling that peace was fragile. Isabella’s note replayed in his mind, each word sharp and deliberate. Her sudden retreat didn’t sit well, but he wanted to believe it was genuine. That morning, the office buzzed with routine energy, a stark contrast to the tension that had dominated in recent weeks. Thomas stood by the window, the city stretched out before him. His reflection in the glass mirrored his unease. “Thomas,” Greg’s voice broke through his thoughts. “You’ve got a moment?” Turning, Thomas waved him in. Greg carried a file, his expression unreadable. “Still nothing from Isabella,” Greg began, setting the file on the desk. “But there’s a small issue we need to discuss. It’s probably unrelated, but I’d rather not dismiss it outright.” Thomas frowned, flipping open the file. Inside were photographs of security footage of a woman entering a building downtown. Her face was obscured by shadows, but the resemblan
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The next few days passed without any sign of Isabella, and for the first time in a while, Thomas allowed himself a moment to breathe. He had taken every precaution, ensuring that his family and company were protected. Security was on high alert, and the team had strict instructions to report any unusual activity. Thomas sat in his office, reviewing reports, when Greg walked in with an update. “Morning, Thomas,” Greg said, holding a small envelope. “This just came in for you.” Thomas frowned, taking the envelope. It was plain, with no return address. He opened it carefully, pulling out a handwritten note. The message was brief: I’ve decided to leave. You’ve made yourself clear. Best of luck to you and your family. It was signed simply, Isabella.Thomas stared at the note, his jaw tightening. He handed it to Greg, who read it quickly. “Do you think she means it?” Greg asked. Thomas leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the desk. “It’s hard to say. Isabella’s un
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Thomas sat in his car outside the office for a moment before heading inside. His encounter with Isabella had left him rattled, and the tension in his chest hadn't eased. He clenched the steering wheel tightly, replaying their conversation in his mind. There was something off about her, something unsettling. After taking a deep breath, he stepped out of the car and made his way to the office. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the building as he entered. The usual hum of activity greeted him, but it felt distant, muffled by the weight of his thoughts. Greg was waiting for him near his office. “She left, but I doubt it’s the last we’ll see of her,” Greg said grimly. Thomas nodded. “We need to keep an eye on this. Let security know she’s not allowed in without my approval.” “Understood,” Greg replied. “Do you think she’s after something specific?” Thomas frowned. “It’s too soon to tell, but I don’t trust her motives. Make sure the team knows to stay alert.” Gre
The billionaire Tyrant Chapter Ninety-three
Thomas woke up early the next morning, the pale light of dawn spilling through the curtains. He lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, his mind heavy with thoughts about Isabella. The day before had stirred memories he’d long pushed away, but now they refused to leave him. Emma shifted beside him, still asleep, her breathing soft and even. He glanced over at her peaceful face and sighed quietly. He hated the idea of dragging her into something she hadn’t asked for, but there was no way around it.Slipping out of bed carefully, he made his way to the kitchen. The house was quiet as he put on the kettle, the faint hum of the appliance filling the space. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat at the table, hands wrapped around the warm mug. His thoughts wandered back to Isabella. Why had she resurfaced? What did she want from his family or his company? It didn’t sit right. He had seen her kind before people who created trouble and disappeared, only to return when it suited th
The billionaire Tyrant Chapter Ninety-three
Thomas sat at his desk, the soft hum of his office as background noise. The morning had been busy with meetings, and now the afternoon sun was filtering through the blinds, casting long shadows across the room. His fingers drummed lightly on the edge of his desk as he glanced over the contract in front of him. He had been reviewing the details all morning, ensuring everything was in order before signing. His phone rang, breaking his concentration. He reached for it and answered with his usual professional tone. “Hello, Thomas speaking.”“Hi, Thomas. It’s Greg. I’ve got an update on the contract deal,” Greg’s voice came through, sounding slightly rushed. Thomas sat up straighter. “Go ahead. What’s the news?”“Well, it looks like everything is good on our end,” Greg continued. “We’ve gone over the terms again, and it seems like they’re willing to move forward with the deal. Just waiting on the final signatures.”“Good to hear,” Thomas said, his mind already moving to the next steps.
