All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hidden Heirs : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Eumerriah's Point of ViewThree days have passed since the turnover of the minimart. The project is complete, and I should feel relieved. This is the moment I’ve long been waiting for—the time to rest and return to my old life, to being an actress. But despite everything, why do I feel this way? Why does it seem like instead of being filled with relief, something is missing?Three days. For three days, I’ve felt like I’m just going through the motions of things that used to bring me joy. But now, I can’t seem to feel the same excitement that I used to. I go to the set, act in front of the camera, and interact with the people on set, but in every scene, it feels like something is missing. It’s as if my heart is searching for something that I can’t find in the scripts or the lights of the camera.I find myself missing the noise of the construction site, the smell of paint, the exhaustion from endlessly organizing documents. I miss the moments when Gabrielle and I were together, even tho

**Eumerriah's Point of View**I just wanted to pick up the kids from school—a simple act of motherhood to ease the sadness I've been feeling these past few days. Every hour that has passed since I left the world of business, returned to showbiz, and tried to rediscover the joy of acting, has felt empty. No matter how hard I try to chase away the loneliness, something still feels missing.Only Justine and Dustine can fill that void. So even though I knew I had many other things to do, I decided to pick them up. I was looking forward to seeing their smiles—the simple joy of children that lightens the heart.When I arrived at the school, I immediately noticed some commotion near the gate. A few students were quietly observing, their eyes fixed on a scene I couldn't quite make out at first. But one thing was clear—at the center of attention was Justine, drenched from head to toe, while a girl about his age stood in front of him, still holding an empty water bottle.I almost lost my breath

**Gabrielle's Point of View**I stared at my phone, trying to figure out how to deal with everything that was happening. My day started normally, but it was suddenly filled with anxiety when Kimberly’s driver called."Sir, Kimberly isn’t at school," the driver said, clearly nervous. "She didn’t come out of the gate like usual. I’ve searched around, but I really can’t find her."I froze, feeling like cold water had been poured over me. How could this happen? I was sure she was at school this morning. What do you mean she’s not there? Fear and panic welled up inside me as I called the school, each ring of the phone intensifying my worry. A few moments later, I received a call. I quickly answered, hoping it was Kimberly."Gabrielle?" I heard Eumerriah's voice on the other end, filled with surprise and concern. "Kimberly… she’s with me right now. Something happened at school, and she didn’t go home."I was stunned, unable to believe what I was hearing. "What do you mean? Why is she with y

**Eumerriah's Point of View**As Justine was arranging her school bag, I couldn’t help but stare at her. I saw the strength in her face, even though I knew she was carrying the weight of what happened yesterday. The scene outside the school, the staring eyes, and the whispers—I knew it wasn’t easy for her."Justine," I called softly as I approached her. "Are you sure you want to go to school today? Maybe you could take a break. I understand if you’re struggling."She looked at me with a confidence rarely seen in someone her age. "Mommy, I want to go to school," she said kindly but with a hint of determination. "I haven’t done anything wrong. And I know you haven’t done anything wrong either."I was surprised by her response. I didn’t expect my child to have such a deep understanding despite what happened. "Sweetheart, you don’t have to force yourself," I said, trying to hide my worry in my voice. "Maybe it would be better if you rested for a while. So you don’t have to worry."Justine

Eumerriah's Point of ViewI was happily sitting on the bench, watching Dustine joyfully interact with his classmates. It made me so happy to see him enjoying himself, especially since he was new to the school. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him play and laugh with his new friends. It was such a relief to see him so happy.As I observed, it felt as though time had slowed down. I could see Dustine growing closer to his new friends, and though I wanted to join in their fun, I chose to stay at a distance, quietly watching and caring as a mother. I remembered when he was younger, he wasn’t very sociable, but now here he was, fearless and boldly mingling with others.The field trip continued, and I followed their bus to every destination, always keeping my distance, giving him space to enjoy the time with his friends. When it was break time, Dustine and I had lunch together. He happily shared his experiences from the trip, and I could feel the excitement in his voice.But in the mi