All Chapters of The Billionaire's First Choice : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

As the sun began to cast its morning glow through the windows, a serene quietness enveloped the family home. The night had been peaceful, with everyone nestled in their beds, dreams weaving tales of distant lands and forgotten memories. However, the tranquility was shattered by the shrill ring of a phone, cutting through the peaceful morning like a sharp blade.Andrew stirred from his slumber, his mind grappling with the sudden intrusion into their peaceful haven. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he stumbled downstairs to where the phone was ringing incessantly. With a sense of urgency, he picked up the receiver, his heart pounding with a mixture of apprehension and concern."Hello?" Andrew's voice was groggy, still tinged with remnants of sleep.The voice on the other end was familiar, but filled with panic and distress. It was Anne, Andrew's sister, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Andrew, it's David. He's been rushed to the hospital. Please, we need your help!"The words hit Andr

As Andrew and Emily settled into bed, ready to embrace the embrace of sleep, their thoughts turned to Jacob. It was unusual for him to be awake at this hour, and a slight unease crept into their minds. They exchanged concerned glances, silently agreeing to check on Jacob before finally retiring for the night.The house was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. Andrew and Emily tiptoed out of their room, their footsteps barely making a sound as they made their way through the corridors, searching every nook and cranny for any sign of Jacob.They checked the living room, the kitchen, and even the backyard, calling out Jacob's name in hushed tones. Each call echoed softly in the silent house, but there was no response. Anxiety started to build in their chests as minutes ticked by without any trace of Jacob.Feeling a growing sense of urgency, Andrew and Emily hurried to their grandparents' room. They knocked gently and entered, their faces reflecting

The next morning, the sun had just begun to rise, casting a golden hue over the serene neighborhood where Adam and Nina lived. Birds chirped melodiously, heralding the start of a new day. Sarah, known for her adventurous spirit and love for the outdoors, decided to go for an early morning jog. Dressed in her athletic wear, she laced up her running shoes and headed out, eager to embrace the fresh morning air and clear her mind.Sarah jogged down familiar paths, her pace steady and rhythmic. She enjoyed the solitude of her morning runs, the time to reflect and rejuvenate. Lost in her thoughts, she barely noticed the figure running towards her from the opposite direction. It wasn’t until they were a few steps apart that she realized they were on a collision course. Before she could react, they slammed into each other, both losing their balance and tumbling to the ground.“Ow,” Sarah muttered, rubbing her elbow. She looked up to see a man extending his hand to help her up. His concern was

I stepped out of the car, my heart racing as I gazed up at the mansion. It loomed before me, a monolith of glass and steel that seemed to stretch endlessly towards the sky. The grandeur of the place was overwhelming, each detail meticulously crafted to convey an air of both luxury and impenetrable security. My nerves were on edge, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach as I followed Mr. Nelson up the driveway. Mr. Nelson walked with a purposeful stride, his gaze fixed straight ahead. He didn’t look back, and his silence was as imposing as the house itself. I struggled to keep pace, feeling like an outsider in this world of opulence. The mansion’s vastness seemed to mock me, each step echoing in the marble foyer as I tried to shake off the unease that had settled over me. The front entrance was a marvel of modern design, with glass doors that shimmered in the dimming light. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of inadequacy. I was just a guy trying to make a fresh start, and here I w

The mansion was eerily quiet on my second evening of work. The silence was punctuated only by the soft rhythm of my cleaning. I glanced at the clock—11:15 PM. I was still unfamiliar with Mr. Nelson’s routine, so his absence was unsettling. I hoped nothing was wrong. Just then, the rumble of Mr. Nelson’s car echoed from the driveway. I set down the cloth and went to greet him. My heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and anxiety, unsure of what to expect from my employer, especially after his behavior the previous day. He stumbled through the front door, the scent of alcohol wafting into the room before he did. His usually sharp attire was in disarray, and his face was flushed. Mr. Nelson’s gait was unsteady, his movements erratic. “Evening, Mr. Nelson,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. He barely acknowledged me, mumbling a garbled response. “Evening,” he said, his voice thick with drunkenness. He staggered into the living room, bumping into furniture. As he made his