All Chapters of The Billonaires’s marital crisis: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

With Duncan out of the hospital and on the path to recovery, the Mateo family could finally breathe a sigh of relief. The crisis had passed, but the changes it brought were just beginning. Duncan, once a formidable figure in the business world, had decided it was time to step back and let his sons take full control. It was a significant shift, but one that had been coming for a long time.Fabio felt the weight of responsibility settle on his shoulders as he drove to the office that Monday morning. The family business, built over decades, was now his to lead. He was determined to honor his father’s legacy while steering the company into a prosperous future. His mind buzzed with plans and ideas as he navigated through the city traffic.Meanwhile, Sophia was preparing to return to her job as an editor. The time she had taken off to support Fabio and his family during their crisis and marriage had been crucial, but now she was ready to dive back into her career. She loved her work, and th

Thompson sat on the front porch of his house, enjoying the serene view of his well-kept garden. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape. It was a moment of peace that he cherished in his increasingly complicated life. However, his tranquility was shattered when a sleek black car pulled up in his driveway. The sight of it made his heart skip a beat. He recognized the vehicle and its occupants immediately—it was Santos from the Mexican cartel, and his presence could only mean bad news.Thompson stood up slowly, taking a deep breath to steady himself. Santos emerged from the car, a cold, calculating look in his eyes. Two burly men flanked him, their expressions as hard as stone. Thompson knew this wasn’t a social call.“Mr. Thompson,” Santos greeted him with a thin smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I hope I’m not disturbing your evening.”Thompson forced a smile and gestured towards the house. “Santos, what a surprise. Come in, let’s talk.”Santos sho

The dawn broke with a soft light that filtered through the city, casting long shadows over the buildings and streets. Fabio was already awake, having barely slept after the tense operation. He knew he had to face the day with a composed demeanor, especially since Sophia was blissfully unaware of the double life he was leading.Fabio had left the safe house early, ensuring that everything was secure before heading home. As he walked through the front door, he was greeted by the comforting smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of Sophia humming in the kitchen. Her presence was a soothing balm to his frayed nerves."Good morning," Sophia said brightly as he entered the kitchen. "I made your favorite—pancakes with blueberries."Fabio forced a smile, trying to shake off the remnants of last night. "Morning, babe. That sounds amazing."Sophia beamed at him, her eyes sparkling with love and happiness. "I thought we could spend the day together. Maybe go for a walk in the park and then

The safe house was eerily quiet, the only sound the distant hum of city life beyond its walls. Fabio stood by the window, peering through the blinds at the empty street outside. His mind was still racing from the chaos of the night before, the events replaying in his head like a bad dream. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off—that they were missing a crucial piece of the puzzle.Marco was seated at the small dining table, cleaning his gun with methodical precision. The tension between them was palpable, the silence heavy with unspoken questions. Fabio finally turned away from the window, his thoughts interrupted by the gnawing need for answers.“We need to figure out who those guys were,” Fabio said, breaking the silence. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it that hadn’t been there before. “This wasn’t just a random attack. Someone set us up.”Marco looked up, his expression hardening. “You think Santos was behind it?”“I don’t know,” Fabio admitted. “But we

Fabio woke up the next morning with a sense of foreboding. The weight of the previous night’s conversation with Sophia still hung heavily on his mind, and the knowledge that he was keeping her in the dark gnawed at him. He knew he couldn’t keep her in the shadows forever, but every day he delayed the inevitable confrontation, he felt himself sinking deeper into a pit of deception.After showering and dressing, Fabio made his way to the kitchen where Sophia was already preparing breakfast. She greeted him with a small, tight-lipped smile, but he could see the lingering worry in her eyes. They exchanged a few pleasantries, but the usual warmth between them felt strained. The unspoken tension was palpable, and Fabio hated it. As they sat down to eat, Fabio tried to push the thoughts of his secret life aside, focusing instead on the mundane comfort of their morning routine. But his phone buzzed incessantly on the counter, each vibration like a knife twisting in his gut. “Expecting an im