All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hidden Heirs : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

**Gabrielle's Point of View**"Who cooks when you crave this?" Yumi asked while whisking an egg in a bowl."I do, when I feel like it. Otherwise, I just let it be. Making fresh pasta and béchamel sauce is a lot of work," I replied as I put a pot with some water and a beef cube on her induction cooker. Although we have ground beef, it's different when there's a cube to enhance the broth and soften the noodles."Why does your favorite have to be so labor-intensive?" she asked. I didn't respond immediately, reminiscing about how my mom used to cook this for me because it was one of her favorites too. It's my favorite because it's what I miss most. I only liked it when Mom made it until I got the recipe just right. "Why is this your favorite?" I turned the question back to her."Actually, carbonara, spaghetti, and any food with a sauce are the ones I dislike the most," she laughed and looked at me. "I only said that so we could have something in common. Since we met, I noticed we contrast

Eumerriah's Point of ViewI woke up feeling the warmth from the sun. It's already noon, and I'm here in the hut where Gabrielle and I first stayed. I looked around; no one was in sight. Everyone must be busy preparing for the event hall and front desk since Gabrielle's resort opening is later.It looks like everything is ready because all our belongings are gone, except for the mattress and kitchen essentials. Another family or couple will surely create memories in this place.I recalled the times Gabrielle brought me here, and how I used to throw tantrums. I laughed at myself, remembering how I acted like a child who didn’t get what she wanted. I remembered how Gabrielle looked at me without any emotion in his eyes.The strong wind brought back many memories. For others, four months might be a short time. It is indeed a short time if we don't make the most of it and open our minds to the beautiful memories that can be created.For me, those four months were the happiest of my life. D

Gabrielle's Point of ViewWhen Kate finally stopped crying, she suddenly left me alone. I stood there, staring blankly at the small hut where Yumi and I used to live. I couldn't bring myself to open the letter Kate had given me. I felt like I already knew what it contained.I took my phone out of my pocket. Before running here, I had grabbed my car keys and my phone. I called Manager Kim. "Gabrielle? You're calling so early. How was the grand opening? I couldn't make it; I was too busy with—""Where's Eumerriah?" I cut her off abruptly."Why are you asking me?" She stopped talking because someone else approached her; I could hear it on the other end of the line. "Why are you asking me? Didn't I leave her with you at the coffee shop the other day? Didn't you take her back to Batangas?" Her voice revealed concern and confusion about Yumi's whereabouts. I ended the call and searched my phone for another contact who might know where Yumi was.I saw Ate Shaira's number in my contacts, so I

**Gabrielle's Point of View**Grandma and Kate kicked me out of my room because they said they needed to clean it. They said the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and whatever else was decaying was too strong. They mentioned that there were things rotting that I hadn't noticed.For the past two weeks, I only go out to buy alcohol, cigarettes, and anything that might lead me to my death. I just want to die from the pain of her leaving without saying goodbye. It's so hard to sleep at night, so hard to wake up in the morning feeling restless and anxious. I know it's not normal, and I don't want to be a burden to Grandma and Kate. Every time I try to cheer up, I suddenly remember Eumerriah’s joyful face, hear her laughter, and her childish voice scolding me. I stop, hoping she’ll come back and face me again, along with our child.I pretend to be okay and not sad in front of Grandma. I told them I was going to visit a resort while they were busy. I walked around, but no one recognized me. Is m

**Gabrielle's Point of View**Everyone thought I was quiet and okay for the past week. Lola and Kate assumed everything was fine, but they didn’t know that when they weren’t around, my mental torment began. I stopped going out, not wanting to add to the problems I’ve already caused. I locked myself in my own world. I couldn’t even bring myself to get my phone to connect with my friends. I didn’t want to burden them with my issues. My mind was stuck in a loop of negative thoughts.“Kuyaaaa!!” Kate’s knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I quickly turned off the music I was playing and hid the beer under the bed.“What?” I asked as I opened the door. She was still fanning her face. “You smell awful! Are you drinking again? It’s already noon.”“No! Maybe you just smell yourself. If I find out you’re drinking, I’ll get rid of all the alcohol in the world for you!” I joked. She sniffed herself, looking a bit confused. “Why are you knocking? What do you need?” I asked.“Your friend is