All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE FATHER'S WISH: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ANNAI walk into the wedding planner's office with a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach. Damien is already there, sitting stiffly in one of the plush chairs, his jaw set in a hard line. He barely glances up when I enter, his focus fixed on the wedding planner’s notes spread out on the table.“Glad you could finally make it,” he says, his tone clipped. The wedding planner, a petite woman with perfectly coiffed hair and a bright smile, looks up at me with a warm greeting, but I can barely muster a nod in return.I take a seat beside Damien, the tension between us palpable. My hands tremble as I reach for the glass of water in front of me, trying to steady my nerves. The planner starts going over the agenda, her voice chirpy and professional, but all I can hear is the echo of Damien's harsh words from our phone call.“We’ve got a lot to cover today,” the planner says, flipping through her notes. “First, let’s finalize the guest list. We need to make sure everyone important is includ

ANNA I’m still reeling from the video, the video of Damien intimate with the other lady still burns in my mind, but I force myself to stay calm. My heart feels like it’s been ripped out of my chest, but I can’t let that show. Not now. Not when we’re so close to the end of this nightmare. Every step feels like walking through molasses, slow and heavy, dragging me down. But I keep going. I have to. There’s no other choice.Damien is still seated, his face a mask of indifference, as if nothing has happened. As if that video, the one that’s tearing me apart inside, doesn’t exist. I honestly don’t even know why I am reacting like this. As he said this is a contract marriage.The wedding planner glances between us, her eyes filled with pity, but I refuse to meet her gaze. I’m not here for sympathy as I know the kind of person I agreed to marry.“Let’s just get through this,” I say, my voice sounding steadier than I feel. I don’t want to talk about the video, what I’ve seen, or what it mea

ANNAMy hands tremble as I stare at the phone, the weight of what I’m about to do crushing down on me. I’ve gone over this in my mind a thousand times, and yet, it feels impossible. How do I destroy Damine’s chances of getting access to his properties with a single phone call? I’ve spent the entire day pacing back and forth in my room, my thoughts a tangled mess. I can’t shake the feeling that I’m trapped, suffocating under the weight of something that was never supposed to happen. This wedding, this whole idea of Mr. Williams's last wish was about obligation, about fulfilling expectations that weren’t even ours to begin with.My heart races as I think about what I’m about to do. It’s not that I haven’t seen this coming—I’ve known for a while that things between Damien and me were off, that we were never meant to be.I take a deep breath and reach for my phone, my hand trembling slightly as I scroll to Mr Luis’s name. Just seeing his name there, so familiar, I press the call butto

DAMIEN“Shit,” I mutter to myself, dread creeping in. This is not how things were supposed to go.I stare at the message, the words blurring as my pulse quickens. “We need to talk.” That’s never good—my mind races, deciphering what Anna could know. The image in the text flashes through my mind again—me, that girl at the bar, too close, her hand on my arm, my laugh too careless. How the hell did Anna find out?I swallow hard, pacing the length of my living room, the phone clutched in my hand like it’s a lifeline. My gut twists with a sickening realization: this could ruin everything. Everything we’ve planned, for—is gone in an instant because of one stupid, meaningless night. I need to fix this, and fast.But how? My fingers hover over the screen, unsure of how to respond. A million thoughts rush through my head. I could deny it, say it was nothing, that the picture is misleading. But Anna won’t believe me. Admitting I messed up when I agreed to her condition, especially so close to t

DAMIENThe moment I hit the "Post" button, it's like releasing a dam. I watch as the announcement about our wedding goes live, sending ripples across the internet. My phone immediately lights up with notifications—texts, emails, social media alerts—each one more overwhelming than the last.The invitation card that I chose for the post has our names nicely designed on it. Within seconds, the first wave of headlines starts to flood in, and I know the world is watching. I glance at my phone as the screen buzzes continuously, new alerts flashing faster than I can read them. Each headline feels like a punch, some more annoying than others:“Billionaire Damien Donovan Announces Wedding to Anna Smith—Is This the Event of the Year?”“Power Couple Alert: Damien Donovan and Anna Smith Set to Tie the Knot—But Will It Last?” “Damien Donovan and Anna Smith Wedding Announcement Breaks the Internet—What’s Next for the Business Mogul?”“Love or Obligation? Inside the Wedding of the Year”“Can Anna