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The billionaire Tyrant Chapter Seventy
The first snow of the season arrived with quiet elegance, blanketing the world outside in a pristine sheet of white. Emma stood by the living room window, her fingertips resting lightly against the cold glass as she watched the flakes fall. They swirled in intricate patterns, a dance that felt almost sacred. The scene was peaceful, and yet, Emma’s mind hummed with a thousand thoughts, each one a thread weaving its way into the tapestry of her future. Behind her, Thomas entered the room carrying two mugs of hot chocolate. The rich aroma of cocoa mingled with the subtle spice of cinnamon, a tradition they had started in their first winter together. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he said, handing her a mug and taking a sip of his own. Emma turned to him, her smile soft. “It feels magical,” she agreed. “Like the world is pressing pause for just a moment.” He chuckled, settling onto the couch and patting the cushion beside him. “Come sit. You’ve been on your feet all morning.” Emma ob
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The snowstorm had intensified overnight, turning their small neighborhood into a scene from a storybook. Emma woke early, the faint gray light of dawn filtering through the curtains. The house was silent, She stretched her growing belly a gentle reminder of the life stirring within her. As she slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Thomas, a sense of serenity washed over her. Padding softly to the nursery, she opened the door and flicked on a small lamp, its light casting a warm glow over the carefully curated space. She ran her hand over the back of the armchair, her mind wandering to the many nights she would spend there, rocking her baby to sleep. Emma moved to the window and pulled back the curtain, her breath catching at the beauty outside. The sun had begun to rise, casting a golden sheen over the snow, making it glitter like scattered jewels. Her heart swelled with gratitude and anticipation. Each day brought them closer to meeting the tiny soul who had already transfor
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The snow fell relentlessly, blanketing the landscape in pure, untouched white. Emma’s contractions had started faintly in the early hours of the morning.She gripped Thomas’s hand tightly, her knuckles pale against the dim, flickering light of the bedside lamp.She glanced at the clock on the wall; it was almost dawn, the sky outside just beginning to shift from pitch black to the faintest shade of gray. “Do you think it’s time?” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, equal parts apprehension and excitement. Thomas leaned closer, his brow furrowed with concern and love. “I think we should call the doctor,” he said, brushing a strand of damp hair from her forehead. “Let’s make sure everything is perfect.” The bag they had meticulously packed weeks ago sat ready by the door. Emma had checked it countless times, ensuring every essential item was included. Now, it felt surreal to see Thomas grab it, the moment they had both anticipated finally here. The drive to the hospital
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The day had begun softly. Emma stirred awake, the faint coos of her newborn drawing her from the depths of sleep. Her body, though aching, felt a quiet strength as she sat up, wrapping herself in a warm blanket. Lily’s tiny form shifted beside the bed. Emma leaned over, her heart swelling anew as she gently lifted her daughter into her arms. Every moment with Lily felt profound, each second a reminder of the fragile, beautiful miracle they had been entrusted with. Emma hummed a soft tune. Her voice was barely a whisper, but it calmed the baby instantly, the tiny bundle relaxing against her chest. Minutes later, Thomas appeared in the doorway, balancing two steaming mugs. His hair was tousled and his face carried the unmistakable joy of new fatherhood. “Good morning, you two,” he said, his voice low and tender. Emma looked up, her eyes meeting him with an unspoken understanding. “Morning,” she replied, her gaze drifting back to Lily. “She’s already stolen the day, hasn’t sh
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The sun had barely risen when Emma stirred, her eyes fluttering open to the soft rustle of movement beside her. For a moment, she was disoriented, the remnants of a vivid dream clinging to her like cobwebs. But then she felt it the gentle weight of Lily against her chest, her tiny breaths warm and steady. Emma’s heart filled with a quiet joy that seemed to anchor her to the present. Thomas appeared in the doorway, already dressed, his hair damp from a quick shower. He leaned against the frame, watching them with a tender smile. “Morning,” he said softly, not wanting to disturb the peace. Emma glanced up, her lips curving. “Morning. You’re up early.” “Couldn’t sleep,” he admitted, stepping into the room. “I thought I’d get a head start on the day. Coffee’s brewing.” Emma shifted carefully, easing Lily into her bed. The baby stirred but didn’t wake, her tiny fist curled tightly against her cheek. “She was restless last night,” Emma murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her fa
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Emma stirred awake, reaching out instinctively for Thomas, but her hand met only the cool sheets beside her. She blinked, disorganised for a moment, before the faint sound of Lily stirring in her crib drew her focus. The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the baby monitor. Emma knew where Thomas was; he'd mentioned it the night before. Work had called him back earlier than expected, a pressing issue with one of their ongoing projects. She sighed, pushing herself up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her body still ached from the relentless demands of new motherhood, but she welcomed the quiet strength that came with it. Lily’s small sounds grew louder, and Emma couldn’t help but smile as she made her way to the crib. “Good morning, sweet girl,” she whispered, scooping her daughter into her arms. Lily squirmed, her tiny face scrunching before relaxing at the sound of her mother’s voice. Emma carried Lily into the living room, settling her on the couch with a soft blank
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Thomas woke up to the sound of laughter, soft and melodic, cutting through his lingering exhaustion like sunlight through fog. For a moment, he lay still, trying to place it. Then he realized: it was Emma. And she wasn’t alone. He groaned, rolling onto his back and glancing at the clock. 6:42 AM. Too early for the weekend. Too early for life. The faint sound of Lily’s giggles floated in from the living room, and he smiled despite himself. “Guess we’re all morning people now,” he muttered, dragging himself out of bed. When he reached the living room, the sight before him made his heart ache in the best way. Emma was on the floor, Lily perched on her lap, both of them locked in some kind of silent communication. Emma was grinning at their daughter, who was waving her tiny hands like she’d just discovered how to conduct a tune. “Am I interrupting a meeting of the minds?” Thomas asked, his voice still gravelly from sleep. Emma turned to him, her smile widening. “Oh, you’re awake
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Thomas felt a nervous kind of energy humming through his body as he stood in the dimly lit bedroom that evening. The house was finally quiet. Lily had gone to sleep after her usual fussing, and Emma had disappeared into the bathroom, telling him to wait. He wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, but the way she’d looked at him earlier had sent his heart racing. It had been months since Emma gave birth, months of sleepless nights, adjusting to parenthood, and finding new ways to connect as a couple. Their love was strong, but intimacy had taken a backseat. He understood why Emma had been healing, and they’d both been navigating the chaos of a newborn. But tonight felt different. Emma’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. “You’re not falling asleep out there, are you?” she teased. Thomas turned toward the bathroom door, smiling. “Not a chance.” The door opened, and Emma stepped out. She wasn’t wearing anything extravagant, a simple, soft robe tied loosely at the waist but the
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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
The billionaire Tyrant Chapter Ninety-eight
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?”
The billionaire Tyrant Chapter Ninety-seven
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
The billionaire Tyrant Chapter Ninety-four
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.
