All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE FATHER'S WISH: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

DAMIENI storm out of the room, slamming the door harder than I mean to. My heart’s racing, and every step I take feels heavy with anger. The ocean breeze hits me as I walk out onto the balcony, but it does nothing to cool the fire burning in my chest. How could she? How could she stand there, so calm, so innocent, with that guy, and act like I’m the one overreacting?I fish my phone out of my pocket, my hands shaking as I scroll through my contacts. I need to talk to someone. Someone who’ll understand. Evans. He’s always been my sounding board, the one person who’s seen me through everything. I dial his number, pacing the length of the balcony as it rings.“Damien, my man!” Evans’s voice comes through the phone, full of energy as usual. “How’s the Maldives treating you? Are you guys living it up in paradise or what?”I hesitate, staring out at the ocean. The view is breathtaking, the kind of postcard-perfect scene people dream about. But it feels like a lie. “It’s not exactly what I

DAMIENThe way she kisses me is like nothing I’ve ever felt. It’s intense, desperate like we’re both trying to drown in each other. And I’m drowning. Completely. I pull her closer, my fingers tangled in her hair, and I can’t get enough. Every soft moan from her, every shift of her body against mine—it’s driving me insane. When we finally break apart, I’m panting, struggling to catch my breath, but I don’t let go. My forehead rests against hers, my eyes still half-closed as I try to steady myself. Her lips are swollen, her face flushed, and I can feel her heart racing against my chest. “Anna...” I breathe, my voice raw. “Is this your first kiss?.” She doesn’t say anything. Her fingers curl into my shirt, her grip tightening like she’s holding onto me for dear life. I feel it too—the fear that if we stop now, something will change and break. I tilt her chin up, forcing her to look at me, and the way her eyes meet mine—wide, vulnerable, full of something I don’t even know how to name

DAMIENI step onto the balcony, my phone clutched in my hand as I try to steady my racing thoughts. The Maldives are stunning—the perfect paradise. The sun is beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, but I can’t appreciate it. Not now.Vanessa’s name flashes on the screen, and my stomach churns. I know I shouldn’t answer, but I can’t seem to ignore her either. I move farther away from the room, glancing over my shoulder to ensure Anna isn’t nearby. I don’t want her to overhear this. Not now.“Vanessa,” I say, keeping my voice low. “Hey.”“Damien,” she says softly, but her tone has a sharp edge. “It’s been days. You said you’d call. Where are you?”I can feel the pressure building behind my eyes. “I’ve been busy… it’s complicated.”“Busy? You’re on your honeymoon with “her, " right?” Vanessa’s voice breaks, the hurt spilling through, and I immediately regret answering the call. “Why are you even with her, Damien? Why didn’t you just tell me the t

ANNAI wake up feeling the weight of last night pressing down on my chest. The soft light filtering in through the curtains does nothing to soothe the chaos swirling inside me. Damien is still asleep next to me, his breathing steady and calm, but all I can think about is how I let things get so far.How did we end up here?I carefully slip out of bed, making sure not to wake him. My body feels tense, every muscle coiled with anxiety. I need air, space, anything to get my mind off the feeling that I’m spiralling out of control. I grab my phone from the nightstand and tiptoe out onto the balcony, the cool morning breeze hitting my skin like a splash of reality.Once outside, I dial Lola’s number without thinking twice. She picks up on the third ring, her voice groggy but curious. “Anna? What’s up? It’s early. Are you okay?”I don’t know where to start. The words are stuck in my throat, tangled with all the confusion and panic that have been building up inside me. “Lola, I don’t even kn

ANNAI’m sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the ocean waves crashing against the shore through the glass doors of our hotel room. The silence between Damien and me has stretched out for hours, thick and heavy. I want to say something but don’t know how to start.He’s standing near the window, his back turned to me, hands shoved into his pockets. He’s tense, his shoulders stiff, and I can feel the weight of everything unspoken between us pressing down on my chest.“Damien,” I finally say, my voice softer than intended.He turns slightly, his eyes meeting mine with a questioning look, but he doesn’t speak.“I can’t do this anymore.” The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them. I look away, unable to meet his gaze any longer. “I’m so confused... I don’t know what’s happening between us, and it’s messing with my head.”He walks over to me slowly, sitting beside me on the bed. The closeness makes my heart race, and I hate that even now, after everything, I can still fee