All Chapters of One year with a grumpy billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

As I stood in my room, surrounded by the silence and the weight of my doubts, I couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal and hurt. The dress, once a symbol of joy and love, now felt like a suffocating shroud, a reminder of the lies and deception that had torn us apart.I thought back to the moment when I discovered his infidelity, the pain and shock that had left me reeling. And now, on what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, I was faced with the impossible task of pretending that everything was fine, that I could just forgive and forget.But I couldn't. I couldn't marry a man who had so callously broken my trust, who had shattered my dreams of a future together. I couldn't bear the thought of spending the rest of my life with someone who had so little respect for me, for our relationship, and for the vows we were about to make.With a heavy heart, I knew what I had to do. I took a deep breath, and with a sense of resolve, I made my way out of the room, out of the churc

It was a warm evening when I traveled back to my fathers mansion. As I stepped out of the car and onto the familiar driveway, a mix of emotions swirled within me. The warm evening sun cast a golden glow over the grand mansion, but my heart felt heavy with the weight of memories and tears. I had been away for what felt like an eternity, and the thought of returning home was both comforting and daunting.As I approached the entrance, the door swung open, and my father's warm smile greeted me. His eyes, filled with a deep love and concern, locked onto mine, and I felt a lump form in my throat. I had missed him so much, and the thought of being back in his embrace was almost too much to bear.With a sob, I flung myself into his arms, feeling the safety and warmth of his embrace envelop me. Tears streamed down my face as I held onto him tightly, the pain and struggles of my journey melting away in his loving grasp. My father's arms held me close, his gentle strokes on my hair and back a so

Mira suddenly smiled and she held Kian's hands “Tell grandfather the truth, it's our baby right”Kian's eyes widened in shock, and his face turned pale as a ghost. He tried to pull his hands away, but Mira held them tight, her smile growing wider."Tell him, Kian," Mira said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Tell your grandfather that the baby I'm carrying is yours."The room fell silent once again, with all eyes fixed on Kian and Mira. The tension was palpable, and the air was thick with anticipation.Kian's grandfather, a wise and aged man with a kind face, looked at Kian with a mixture of confusion and concern. "Kian, what is going on here?" he asked, his voice gentle but firm.Kian hesitated, his eyes darting back and forth between Mira and his grandfather. He seemed to be searching for a way out, a way to escape the truth that Mira was forcing him to reveal.But Mira's grip on his hands only tightened, her smile growing more radiant. "Tell him, Kian," she whispered, her voice

As Kian stood amidst the somber gathering, his eyes wandered across the room, taking in the familiar faces etched with grief. The air was heavy with the scent of flowers and the soft murmur of condolences. The pale light that filtered through the windows cast a melancholic glow on the scene, as if the sun itself was mourning the loss of Grandfather Edward.Kian's gaze settled on the array of photographs that adorned the walls, each one telling a story of happier times. He saw his grandfather's bright smile, his twinkling eyes, and his warm embrace. The memories came flooding back, and Kian's heart felt like it was shattering all over again.He remembered the countless times Grandfather Edward had been there for him, offering words of wisdom and comfort. He recalled the way his grandfather's eyes would light up when he spoke about his love for nature, and the way his face would soften when he spoke about his late wife.As Kian's thoughts drifted back to the present, he noticed a faint

As I gazed out the window, the vibrant colors of the morning seemed to mock me, a stark contrast to the darkness that had taken up residence in my mind. My phone buzzed with a flurry of messages from Kian, but I resolutely ignored them. I had made up my mind to sever all ties with my past and start anew.The memories lingered, however, refusing to be extinguished by my determination. The laughter, the adventures, the late-night conversations – all still lingered, taunting me with what could never be again. I felt like a shipwreck survivor, clinging to the debris of a shattered relationship, unable to let go.With a heavy sigh, I turned away from the window and began my daily routine, mechanically going through the motions. My mind, however, remained stuck in the quicksand of my thoughts, reliving moments I desperately wanted to forget.As I dressed and prepared for the day ahead, my gaze fell upon a photo on my dresser – a snapshot of Kian and me, our faces beaming with happiness. I f