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The billionaire Tyrant Chapter Thirty-Seven
As the day broke through the curtains. Emma stirred, her hand brushing the empty space beside her where Leo usually lay. She opened her eyes and blinked at the clock on the nightstand. It was barely past seven, and Leo was already gone to work. The scent of his deodorant told her he had been in the room not long ago. Slipping out of bed, Emma reached for her robe and padded into the kitchen. The stainless steel appliances gleamed under the morning light, but the house felt quiet without Isabella’s usual humming or the sound of Leo flipping through the morning paper. She poured herself a cup of coffee as she leaned against the counter. The events of the past few days weighed heavily on her. Isabella was gone, and while Emma had agreed it was for the best, her absence left a void. The silence became unbearable. She reached for her phone, her fingers hesitating over the screen before finally dialing Isabella’s number. The line rang once. Twice. Three times. “Come on, pick up,”
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The evening air felt thick, as Emma set the table for dinner, placing plates in their usual spots. The house was silent as Leo's chief cook went for three months leave to take care of her sick father. The front door creaked open, and Emma’s heart sank. She straightened her back, forcing herself to breathe evenly. “Emma,” Leo called out as he stepped inside, his voice sharp. She could hear the irritation in his tone before he even entered the dining room. “I’m here,” she replied, trying to keep her voice calm. Leo walked into the room, his presence filling the space. His tie was loosened, and his face carried the weariness of someone who spent the day masking his true self. He glanced at the table, then at Emma. “You made chicken again,” he said, his mouth curling into a frown. Emma bit her lip. “It’s what we had, Leo.” He sat down heavily, rubbing his head “You could’ve made something better. You know how much I hate dry chicken.” Emma said nothing. She knew arguing wou
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Emma’s heart raced as she stood before the locked door, her fingers trembling as they hovered over the handle. The door had always been off-limits. But the room had always haunted her. She had tried, on multiple occasions, to gather the courage to open it, but fear always gripped her heart. Fear of what she might find, or worse, fear of what Leo might do if he caught her.Yet now, standing in front of the door, Emma felt a sense of desperation gnawing at her insides. She couldn’t keep living in ignorance. She had to know what was behind that door especially after that conversation with her mother earlier that morning. I can’t do this anymore, Emma had whispered through trembling lips. But to leave Leo’s suffocating grip, she needed something that could help her. The secret room, the one Leo had locked away from her for years, might hold the key. It might hold answers to questions she’d been too afraid to ask.With her breath swallowed. Emma found the small key she had stolen from Le
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Emma’s heart raced as she stumbled down the mansion's grand staircase, her feet carrying her quietly. She had to get out before Leo realized what she had found.With the certainty of her mission driving her forward, Emma sprinted through the corridors of the mansion, her breath catching in her throat as she reached the back door. She fumbled with the handle for a moment before it finally opened, revealing the dark alley that led to the road beyond. The cool night air hit her like a slap in the face, and for the first time in years, Emma felt a taste of freedom.The back door clicked shut behind her with a soft sound, and Emma didn’t look back. There was no time for second-guessing. She could already hear the faint sound of Leo’s voice, calling her name in the distance, but she pushed it out of her mind. She couldn’t afford to be weak.Her steps were quick but careful as she made her way down the narrow path leading to the street. The world outside the mansion felt different, almost fo
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The weight of Isabella’s words hung in the air like a suffocating fog, closing in on Emma with every breath she took. She could hardly believe it, yet every part of her screamed in betrayal. She had trusted Isabella more than anyone else in her life. The woman who had been her confidante, her rock, was now standing in front of her, with a betrayal so deep it cut through Emma’s heart like a knife.Emma had walked into this apartment seeking solace, seeking understanding. She thought she was going to find refuge in her best friend, the person she had known for years, the one who had always been there. But instead, she found her ex-boyfriend shadow in the corner of the room, and the woman she had trusted, tangled up in a web of lies and deceit.As Isabella spoke, explaining how she and Leo had struck a deal, Emma felt the world tilt beneath her feet. She had been living in a nightmare, but this... this was a new level of cruelty. Isabella had been a part of it all along."You sold me out
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Emma’s footsteps echoed through the empty streets as she walked, her mind a chaotic whirlwind of emotions. The anger, the grief, the disbelief—it all blended together, creating a storm inside her chest that threatened to choke her. She had left everything behind in Isabella's apartment, her heart shattered, her trust demolished..She had no destination in mind. She just needed to get away. She needed to breathe. But as she walked through the quiet streets, the familiar buildings around her seemed foreign, as though the city itself had changed in her absence. The world she had known, the world where she trusted people, was now a distant memory. All that remained was a harsh reality, one she could no longer ignore.Her thoughts turned to her mother. After everything that had happened, she needed to talk to her. She had to explain what she’d discovered, the lies and the betrayal. Her mother would understand. Emma clung to that hope, knowing that her mother had always been her anchor, the
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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 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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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
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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
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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.
