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The billionaire Tyrant Chapter Twenty-five
Emma felt something shift inside her as Leo's thumb brushed against her hand. It wasn’t just his touch—it was the quiet certainty in his expression that made her chest tighten. The sound of waves lapping against the shore filled the silence between them. Deal?” Emily whispered. Leo smiled gently as his eyes twinkled. "Deal" to hold at this moment. Her heart skipped, but before she could alter anymore. A strange voice interrupted them. They turned to see the person who was approaching them. "Emma," James called out. Emma glanced at James. “Are you surprised to see me here?” James asked. “How did you know?” I am here, James. Emma questioned. James laughed out loud. You think I can't trace you. You left me because I don't have money to give you to take care of your sick mother. James, what do you mean by that? Emma asked, "Really?" You are out of your senses by asking me that. James extended his hand to Leo. It is a pleasure to meet you again. Leo, thank you for taking my girlfr
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As the sun went down the horizon. Emma and Leo continued to stand there, their gazes locked as the tension between them set and flowed like the waves at their feet. Emma’s mind raced, the echoes of James’s words ringing in her ears. She had spent years burying the guilt of how things had ended with James, convincing herself it was the only choice she could make to save her mother. But now, seeing him again, all those emotions came rushing back. “Emma,” Leo said softly, breaking the silence. “Let’s head back.” She hesitated, looking out at the ocean. “I just need a minute,” she said. “I’ll catch up with you.” Leo’s forehead furrowed, his protective instincts clearly warring with his desire to give her space. Finally, he nodded. “Don’t take too long.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze before turning and heading back toward the villa. As Leo’s figure disappeared down the beach, Emma let out a long breath. The events of the day played over and over in her mind—Leo’s possessiveness
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As the sun rose in the sky, Emma made a silent promise to herself. She would find a way to confront her past, to make peace with her choices. And no matter what happened, she would do it on her own terms.Early morning, as the golden light stretched over the beach. Emma stood with Isabella, her mind wrestling with questions she had buried for years. The crashing of the waves felt like the only steady rhythm in her otherwise chaotic thoughts. She turned to Isabella, who remained quiet, her gaze focused on the sea as though it held answers neither of them could find. Emma wanted to believe that she could make peace with her choices, but the lingering weight of James’s words and Leo’s growing tension made that feel impossible. “What if I can’t make peace with it?” Emma finally asked, breaking the silence. Isabella gave her a sidelong glance, her expression softening. “Then you face it, Emma. Head-on. Running from the past never works—it always catches up with you eventually.” Emm
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As he left the room, Emma sank onto the bed, her head in her hands. The room was quiet as James left, the sound of the door clicking shut reverberating in Emma’s ears. She sat quietly on the bed, her mind spinning. James’s words lingered to her thoughts like mist that refused to lift. "You don’t owe him your happiness." Emma shook her head as if she could physically dislodge the thought. She pushed herself off the bed and walked to the balcony.. As the wind ruffled her hair, her phone buzzed on the table. She hesitated before picking it up, seeing her mother’s name flash across the screen. For a moment, Emma considered ignoring the call. She wasn’t ready to hear her mother’s voice—too many memories, too much guilt. But then, guilt had been her constant companion for years, so what difference would one more conversation make? She answered. “Hi, Mom.” “Oh, Emma!” her mother exclaimed, her voice warm but tinged with longing. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about m
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As she turned and walked away, the weight that had pressed on her chest for so long began to lift. The room was quiet as Emma stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. She could feel the tension in the air, and the pressure that weighed on her chest. Leo’s words from the day before still echoed in her mind. "You aren’t leaving anywhere. You are mine." The possessiveness in his tone had both terrified and enraged her. Leo was a man who valued control, arrogant and full of himself. But that didn’t mean she was willing to live in a gilded cage. A knock at the door startled her out of her thoughts. “Emma, can I come in?” Isabella’s voice was soft but cautious. Emma hesitated before answering. “Sure.” Isabella stepped in, her expression unreadable. She carried two cups of coffee, offering one to Emma. “I figured you could use this to calm your nerves,” she said. Emma accepted the cup, wrapping her hands around it. “Thanks.” Isabella sat on the edge of the bed, watch
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As she walked upstairs to her room, she felt a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. It wasn’t over, but it was a start. The car ride was thick with silence, punctuated only by the steady hum of the engine. She stared out the window, watching the scenery. Her chest tightened at the thought of seeing her mother again, but the tension between her and Leo was impossible to ignore. Leo sat in the driver’s seat, his hands gripping the wheel tightly. His jaw was set, and his eyes stayed fixed on the road ahead. There was no music playing, no casual conversation to lighten the mood. The air between them was suffocating. Finally, Emma couldn’t take it anymore. “How long are we going to wait for your driver Richard?” she asked, her voice quieter than she intended. “An hour,” Leo replied curtly, not bothering to glance her way. Emma bit her lip, her frustration bubbling. She could sense his anger from the night before, and it felt like a ticking bomb waiting to go off. She couldn’t let it
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As she looked out the window, watching Leo pace close to Richard. Emma made a silent vow to herself. She would find a way to reclaim her life—no matter what it took.Emma sat on the edge of her mother’s couch, staring at the coffee table. The room was quiet now, as her mother moved about in the kitchen. She felt drained, her emotions frayed from the weight of her confrontation with Leo. The front door opened, and Emma instinctively turned her head. Leo stepped back in, his presence filling the small room. His dark eyes locked on hers, unreadable. She braced herself, preparing for another argument, but he surprised her by walking past without a word, heading toward the staircase that led to the guest room.“Running away, as usual,” Emma muttered under her breath.Leo frozed, then slowly turned to face her. “Excuse me?”Emma stood, her legs trembling but her voice steady. “You heard me. Every time things get hard, you shut down and leave me to deal with the fallout. I’m sick of it, Leo
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As Richard drove them the tension between them began to ease, replaced by a fragile but genuine hope. It wasn’t a perfect resolution, but it was a start. And for now, that was enough. The events of the past few days hit her like a heavy fog, and though they have given each other a second chance.The tension between them felt like a living thing, pressing against the walls of the car. They’d said they wanted to work on their marriage but the space between them was still uncharted.The silence became unbearable. Emma shifted in her seat, glancing at Leo. “You’re quiet,” she said, her voice tentative.He didn’t look at her, keeping his eyes on the road. “Just... thinking.”“About?” she prompted, folding her hands in her lap.He hesitated, his jaw tightening. “About everything. About us. About how to fix what I’ve broken.”Emma sighed, leaning her head against the window. The passing fields blurred into streaks of green. “It’s not just you, Leo. We’ve both made mistakes. This isn’t about
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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 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
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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.
