All Chapters of The Billionaire's Undoing: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Mr. Manning had always insisted on his daughters practicing the rules of Ikigai throughout their lives. He would inspect the food they consumed, tally in the liters of water each of them drank, and even forcibly get them out of their beds at the crack of dawn to join him in his early morning exercise routine despite their loud lamenting.The fear of losing his daughters was evident in his eyes, but unlike their distant mother, he never looked at them through the lens of all the miscarriages they had experienced, but rather saw them as two brightly-faced girls who were a gift for all those who had died. His only hope was to live long to enjoy their company, and all that was going well until the doors of death began knocking at his door.  The first time that Mr. Manning experienced fatal chest pain was three years ago at his house. He had witnessed the

The second quarter was coming to a close which meant that work was piling up as reports and proposals had to be approved before time was up. Everyone in the office was running helter-skelter to ensure they got the reports on my table before my impatience turned to rage.I avoided staying at the office the rest of the month as I felt nearly choked by people’s presence around me the entire time. Since Mark was back from Amsterdam, I left him in the office most of the days, preferring to stay in my home office for the sake of my sanity.Thoughts of Charlotte were staying rent-free in my mind, occupying the rest of the brain area that did not constantly think of the Benjamin Company. I had gotten advice from Mark weeks ago on fighting for her, but every time I thought of reaching out to her, something inexplicable stopped me.Not only had she occupied my mind during the day, but Charlotte Manning was also in my dreams all night as my brain replayed our kiss over and over again, making me

As I watched Jen from Aunt May’s front porch, a smile crept up on my face. My life, as she had predicted, was slowly falling back into place and I had her to thank. It was beautiful to think that my little sister had grown to be such a wise woman, my source of hope when my own was failing.She was on her phone, standing miles away from Aunt May and me, her body swaying while her face flushed with different emotions that were somewhat familiar but still, I could not place.“Oh, look at that young girl. She thinks we can’t tell that she is on a love call with her boyfriend,” Aunt May spoke, breaking my stare at the not-so-little-girl at the corner.Aha! Yes. A call with her boyfriend. That explains it.“Wait, how do you –“ I interjected my own thoughts, amusement vivid on my face as I turned to look at Aunt May. A rainbow of colored yarn sat on her thighs as she skillfully crocheted another colorful blanket, her eyes never leaving the needle as she spoke.“Oh, honey! I might be old but

The weather in Atlanta was sunny and warm, giving them the perfect background for their date this afternoon. Rita had promised to pick her up after work, which gave Charlotte a break from public transport back home.The bus had always been packed during the rush hours, leaving her exhausted in the morning as she struggled to get to work on time. Her apartment was the last pick-up stop in the mornings, which meant she rarely ever got an open spot to sit and was left holding onto the handrail above her head all the way to her office.Charlotte had just moved into a new apartment not far from Rita’s loft. She had insisted on living independently as a way to turn over a new leaf, and as much as Rita was against her moving out, it just had to be. Her boxes were still not opened as she was unpacking gradually, beginning with the things she needed most.Her office was finally in order, leaving her to only worry about settling down in her new space. Her dreams of owning a new car were still f

Her house was finally coming together, thanks to her best friend’s and her sister’s efforts. Jen had come for a sleepover at her house after work, enlivened to share the news of her engagement with her sister.She had accepted the engagement to the district attorney, and her sparkling engagement ring was proof of her excitement. They had shared a bottle of Sauvignon in celebration as Jen told the tale of her love to Anthony till late.“I remember once reading your journal,” Charlotte confessed, earning a playful hit on her arm which caused her to wince loudly before she continued, “you had written down the man you wanted as your husband. It was not a fairy tale description at all, but so vivid. Is that Anthony for you?”“He is. And much more. Intelligent but witty, gentle, so caring, and very, very handsome,” Jen’s eyes sparkled as she spoke, her cheeks blushing to a punch hue.“Even his height?” Charlotte asked, hugging the pillow closer to her chest as her gaze remained glued on her