All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secret : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ryan's POV "I'll go meet with her and see what she wants. I need to clear my head anyway," I admitted."Alright but keep your guard up. Given everything going on, we can't afford for any distractions," Will warned."I know and I'll handle my matters with Amelia carefully," I reassured before hanging up.With a mind made up, I grabbed my coat and headed out. The drive to the playground was filled with a mixture of nostalgia and anxiety. The old swings and slides came into view and the distant laughter of Amelia and the childish screams of the children came like a distant echo. The word, 'family' almost tasted sour in my mouth, a stark contrast to the warmth it should have brought, but I owed one to myself, to Amelia, and my children. Growing up in the Anderson house was tough. It was more of surviving than actually living. I parked the car and stepped out, the cold evening breeze cool against my skin. As I walked towards the playground, my mind couldn't help but drift back to the co

Ryan As I left the office and stepped into the cool night's air, I knew the coming days would be crucial. Every decision, and every move I make has to be carefully calculated with precision. There was no room for mistakes.But for the first time in a long while, I felt a glimmer of hope. As I drove home, I felt the weight of the day begin to lift just slightly above my shoulders, allowing me to focus on what lies ahead. Whatever happened next, I knew I was ready to face it head-on. I leaned back into the chair in my study, lost in thoughts as the city lights glimmered outside. The kids were asleep and the maids had finally retired for the night, making me concentrate on my thoughts. The meeting with Lydia Crawford was set for the next day, and I couldn't help but feel hopeful and at the same time, anxious. Maybe, just maybe, we could finally get to the bottom of this mess.As the night pressed on, my gaze fell on the document Will had given me. Detective Smith's investigation was g

Ryan I sat in my study, the fading light now turned into darkness. The adrenaline from earlier had slowly started to subside, leaving behind a hollow ache in my chest. As much as I was focused on bringing Alexander McQueen down, my thoughts kept drifting to Amelia. I hadn't seen her in weeks until today, and now, in this moment of calm before the storm, I missed her more than ever.Amelia had always been my source of strength, the one person who always managed to pull me from the edge. Her warmth, her laughter, the way she could make me forget the weight of the world with just a simple look_ all of it felt so distant now. I wondered what she would think is she knew the lengths I was willing to go just to protect everything I had built. Would she understand, or would she see me as just another player in a dangerous game?I reached for my phone that was on the study table, my thumb punching in the familiar digits. But I stopped myself. What would I say? That I was about to mercilessly

AmeliaI stood by the window in my living room. My thoughts were all over the place. The room was silent with the wall clock bearing as the only means of sound. I hadn't intended to make any promises to Ryan, especially not when I was still in a relationship with Tom. But that night, when Ryan looked at me with those intense, pleading eyes and asked if I still loved him, all the careful strings of reason and caution I had built crumbled away. In that moment, all I wanted was to be wrapped in his arms again, to feel the comfort of his familiar embrace. I tried convincing myself it was merely a moment of weakness, but deep down, I knew it was much more.The last few weeks had been an emotional whirlwind. Tom, my understanding and reliable partner, had been away on a business trip. The space between us had given me too much time to think, to question the choices I had made and the life I had built with Tom. And then, there was Ryan, my ex-husband, who had showed up at my door at the mos

Ryan's POV The morning light filtered through the company's windows. Everywhere was quiet and still, the air thick with tension, almost like the calm before the storm. My arrival was met with the usual greetings, but today I was in no mood to answer them. My mind was somewhere else, caught between Tom and Amelia and the battle I had to face. I shook my head a little and pushed the thought of Amelia to the back of my head. I would deal with Tom later but for now, I needed to focus on McQueen and how to end his terror.As I made my way to the elevator, the familiar ding of it, I couldn't shake the feeling that today was going to be a turning point _ a day that could either mark my control or destroy everything I had worked for. The doors slid open, and I stepped inside, the space closing around me as I ascended to my office. Each floor that I passed reminded me of what laid ahead.With the doors opened again, I was greeted by the sleek, modern interior of my office. A haven of power d