All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE FATHER'S WISH: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHAPTER 12ANNA“Anna, oh my goodness”, Lola rushes to me and gives me a tight hug. “Lola, I feel like dying,” I say to her whilst sobbing.“Hey don’t say that my girl. You have to be strong for your father he needs you more than ever. Everything is going to be fine,” she says.“What about my apartment?Any news from the police yet?”“Not yet Anna. Don’t worry too much about it. They’re doing their best to find the culprit.”Lola reassures me.“ I brought you some clothes and got you a new phone charger as you requested. I also got you some food.”“Thank you, Lola.”“Don’t mention. I want you to go to the washroom and freshen up. Girl you look very rough. Don’t stress I’ll look after your Dad.” she shoves me towards the washroom.I take a quick shower and dress up. I look at myself in the mirror and for the first time in the past 24 hours, I feel a bit better. I hope everything goes well now. I go back to my father’s room and he’s being checked by a team of doctors.“Miss Anna right?”

CHAPTER 14DAMIENThe call from Dr.Lambert earlier today was unexpected. I can’t believe that Mr Smith has passed on since Dr Lambert assured me earlier this morning that he was recuperating. I cancelled all my pending meetings and drove to the hospital to confirm as I still didn’t understand what was happening.I arrive at the hospital and hand straight to his hospital room. I stop death in track with the sight in front of me. Anna is sobbing uncontrollably with Mr Smith’s hand in her hand. She’s being comforted by a lady who I don’t know but that does not calm her down as her sobs continue to become rampant.I am still standing at the door watching Anna and this scene right in front of me reminds me of when I lost my parents. Death is something I hate with everything in me as it makes one weak and distressed. I am hit with emotions when Anna says “Dad, why have you done this to me? I can't survive without you. How do you expect me to do life without you by my side?”. I quickly mak

CHAPTER 16DAMIENI make the necessary arrangements for the burial with the help of Dr.Lambert before I head back home.I have to get a new driver now as Mr Smith is no more since I don’t enjoy driving myself.I get home and Miss Rosie welcomes me with a big smile on her face. She doesn’t know about the passing of Mr.Smith yet. I feel like a bad person at the moment as I am about to break the news to her.“Hey my boy, how was your day? You’re a little bit late today,” she says.“Miss Rosie, my day was not a good one. I am stressed as I have a lot going on right now,| I complain to her.“You this boy, I know you’re complaining because you have been driving yourself these past few days. Don’t worry Mr Smith will be fine soon,” she tells me with much hope.I take in a deep breath, “That won’t be possible anymore, Miss Rosie.”“What do you mean by that, my boy?” she asks sounding confused.“Mr.Smith is no more. He died earlier today at the hospital.” I inform her in a low tone.“Oh my godde

CHAPTER 18ANNAThe morning light filters softly through the curtains, waking me gently from my slumber. I forget where I am for a moment, but the cozy surroundings quickly remind me of Lola’s guest bedroom. I stretch and sit up, feeling more rested than I have in days.I swing my legs over the side of the bed and slip into my slippers. The house is quiet, and I can hear the faint chirping of birds outside. It’s a peaceful sound, a stark contrast to the turmoil of yesterday. I gather my things and head to the bathroom down the hall to freshen up.After a quick shower, I make my way downstairs. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee greets me, mingling with the scent of something delicious cooking. I follow the smells to the kitchen, where I find Lola at the stove, flipping pancakes."Good morning," she says with a bright smile. "I hope you slept well.""I did, thank you. This smells amazing," I reply, taking a seat at the kitchen island.Lola hands me a steaming mug of coffee. "I thought

CHAPTER 20ANNAThe next morning, I wake up to a house that feels too quiet, too still. The weight of yesterday hangs heavily in the air, and I don’t move for a moment, staring up at the ceiling. It takes a few seconds to remember where I am—Lola’s guest room.I pull myself out of bed, every movement slow and heavy. The sunlight filters weakly through the curtains, casting a dull glow on the walls. It doesn’t feel like a new day; it feels like a continuation of the one before, as if time is stuck in the same endless loop of grief.I shuffle to the bathroom, splash cold water on my face, and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes are puffy, red-rimmed, and exhausted. I barely recognize the person looking back at me. It’s like I’ve aged years in a day.When I finally step into the hallway, I hear the faint clinking of dishes coming from the kitchen. Lola’s already up, of course—she’s always been the early riser, the one who keeps things together. The smell of coffee drifts throug