All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE FATHER'S WISH: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

DAMIENThe gentle hum of the plane's engines fills the first-class cabin, but my mind is elsewhere. I glance at Anna beside me, noticing how pale she looks. She’s resting her head against the window, her eyes half-closed, breathing shallowly. Something's off, and it hits me with a pang of worry I didn’t expect.I lean in closer, my voice soft. “Baby, you okay?”She blinks slowly, her hand coming up to press against her temple. “I don’t feel too good,” she mutters, her voice weak. “I think... I might be getting sick.”My chest tightens. I wasn’t prepared to feel this much concern, to care this deeply. I reach out without thinking, gently rubbing a hand on her knee. “You need anything? Water? Maybe some ginger ale will help?”Anna shakes her head, eyes still closed, her hand resting limply in her lap. I don’t miss how her skin has taken on a faint sheen of sweat, or how she’s trying to keep it together.“Hey, baby, look at me,” I say gently, shifting to see her face more clearly. She op

ANNAAs the plane finally touches down in Seattle, I feel a mixture of exhaustion and anticipation. The last few days in the Maldives have been a whirlwind of emotions, and now, returning home feels surreal. I can’t shake the feeling that everything has changed—between Damien and me, between myself and the world.We disembark, and my first thought is how cold Seattle feels compared to the Maldives. I pull my jacket tighter around me as we walk through the private terminal. Everything is a blur, and I almost don’t notice the sleek convoy of cars waiting for us.But then, I stop. A Rolls-Royce? Followed by a couple of SUVs? My eyes widen, and I turn to Damien, who is walking beside me like this is just another normal day."Is this... for us?" I ask, my voice laced with disbelief."Yeah," he replies casually like he’s used to this level of grandeur. "It’s ours."I blink, trying to wrap my head around the idea that I’m about to step into a car that costs more than a house. "Is this... nor

ANNA“Damienn!!!!” I scream, clutching my side as the sharpest pain I’ve ever felt rips through me. My vision blurs as a white-hot, stabbing sensation pulses through my body. I feel like I’m being torn apart from the inside. The world narrows to just the pain and the panic that follows it."Anna!" Damien’s voice cuts through the haze, full of urgency. He’s in front of me within seconds, kneeling and cupping my face. His touch is gentle, but his hands are shaking. “What’s wrong? Talk to me!” His voice is rising in panic.I gasp, struggling to catch my breath as the pain intensifies. “It’s... my side...” I manage to whisper, tears streaming down my face. “It’s so bad... I can’t...”“Hold on, baby,” Damien says, his voice shaking as he pulls out his phone. He fumbles with it momentarily, dialling a number with trembling fingers. “Get here right now! My wife is in a lot of pain, hurry!”His eyes flick back to me as he snaps the phone shut, his face pale. “Baby, I’ve called for help. They

ANNAThe soft hum of the hospital room’s air conditioning fills the quiet space. I’m staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on me. The pain in my side is a dull throb now, nothing compared to the agony I felt before the surgery. Still, the tightness lingers, reminding me of how close things got.I shift slightly on the bed, wincing as the ache sharpens. It’s hard to focus on anything, especially with my mind swirling. I still can’t believe this happened. Surgery. I’ve never had surgery before, and the thought of something like this hitting me so suddenly terrifies me. One minute I was just nauseous, thinking it would pass, and the next I was being rushed to the hospital with Damien by my side.He’s been here the whole time, holding my hand, watching over me. It’s strange, seeing him like this. I’ve always been confused about his feelings, and always kept my guard up, but now, his attention is unwavering. His care feels different.“Baby?” His voice breaks

DAMIENAs morning light filters through the curtains, I wake up to the soft rise and fall of Anna's breathing beside me. She’s still asleep, looking so peaceful, and for a moment, I just lie here watching her, caught off guard by how beautiful she looks. I’m not exactly the sentimental type, but something about seeing her like this completely at ease, her hair falling loosely around her face—gets to me in a way I wasn’t expecting. It’s strange, the effect she has on me, and it makes me feel… out of my element. Since we got married, I've mostly kept my emotions in check, playing the role, and keeping things in order, but this morning, lying here next to her, that resolve feels thinner, stretched.I brush a few strands of hair away from her face, letting my fingers linger against her cheek. Her skin is warm and soft under my touch, and before I even realize what I'm doing, I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She stirs, her eyes fluttering open, and for a brief second, I feel