All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE FATHER'S WISH: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ANNAI’ve barely had time to sip my tea when my phone rings, Lola’s name flashing on the screen. Perfect timing. I settle onto the couch and pick up, eager to pour out everything that’s been happening.“Finally!” Lola's voice chirps. “I was starting to think you’d fallen off the face of the earth.”I laugh, a bit too quickly. “Not quite, but close enough. There’s so much I need to tell you. I don’t even know where to start.”“Well, I’m all ears. Spill it!” Her voice is giddy like she’s buckling in for a ride.I take a deep breath, wondering where to begin. “Okay, so you know how everything’s been a bit…awkward with Damien?”“Uh-huh, understatement of the year, Lola teases. “Go on.”“Well,” I continue, “he’s…different lately. There’s this new side of him. This morning, he…he kissed me, Lola.” The memory still feels surreal, leaving me warm and flustered.I can practically hear her jaw drop. “Hold up! You’re saying he kissed you, like, actually kissed you?”“Yes! And it felt…nice,” I ad

DAMIENIt’s only been a few days since that night in my office, but I can’t shake the memory of Anna—the feel of her lips, the softness of her touch, the way she held me like I was something more than a broken mess wrapped up in business suits and deadlines. I can still feel her presence, lingering like a shadow in my office, in my home, in every quiet moment that used to be reserved for the mental noise I’ve cultivated over the years. Work has only become more complicated since then, and I try to distract myself with calls and files. Yet, the harder I throw myself into my work, the more I crave her company. I keep replaying that kiss, wondering if it meant as much to her as it did to me—or if I just read too much into it like I always do. I glance at my watch. It's nearly midnight, and I’ve been hunched over my desk for hours. Numbers, data, endless calls to suppliers and disgruntled clients—it all blurs together, a wash of monotony that would usually lull me into a numb state of f

DAMIENThe office is in chaos. I’m sitting at the head of the conference table, the third meeting of the day already stretching past the two-hour mark. My assistant flips through yet another set of slides on the projector, her voice growing fainter in my ears as my focus drifts to the blinking red notification light on my phone. Emails keep piling up, messages demand answers, and every department seems to be on the verge of collapse. "Damien?" Someone calls my name. My head snaps up. It’s Martin, the head of finance, staring at me expectantly. "What’s your call on the proposed budget reallocation?"I rub the bridge of my nose, trying to make sense of what he’s asking. "I’ll review it tonight. Just send me a breakdown with specifics by the end of the day." My voice comes out sharp, and I see Martin’s jaw tighten as he nods and sits back.The meeting drags on, punctuated by heated discussions, arguments over projections, and a million "what-ifs." By the time it ends, my head feels lik

ANNAI’m sitting in the living room, scrolling through my phone, mindlessly flipping through photos when I see a notification at the top of my screen. My heart does a small flip as I recognise the name. Nicolas. The guy I met briefly on my honeymoon in the Maldives. I almost laugh at the thought—it seems like a lifetime ago, even though it’s only been a few weeks.“Hey, Anna! I just thought I’d check-in. Hope you’re doing well!”I bite my lip, trying to decide how to respond. Nicolas and I didn’t have any deep connection; it was just a friendly conversation on a beach, a passing encounter. But still, something about him was refreshing, a carefree energy that felt like a brief escape in the middle of everything. I decide to respond, keeping it light and friendly.“Hey, Nicolas! I’m doing well, thanks for checking in. How about you? Still, chasing sunsets in paradise?”A minute later, his reply comes through. “Haha, yes, still living the dream! Life’s good here. Let me know if you and

ANNADamien comes down the stairs, his steps steady and deliberate. I’m sitting at the dining table, scrolling aimlessly through my phone. He stops in the doorway, his presence filling the room even before he speaks.“Morning,” he says, his voice soft but edged with something I can’t quite place.I glance up briefly and mutter, “Morning,” before returning my attention to the screen.“Any plans for today?” he asks, trying to sound casual.“Not really,” I reply, my tone clipped.He pauses as if waiting for me to say more, but when I don’t, he pulls out a chair and sits across from me.“Anna,” he says after a moment, leaning forward slightly. “What’s going on?”I don’t answer right away, pretending to be engrossed in my phone.“Don’t do this,” he says, his voice firmer now. “If something’s bothering you, just tell me.”I sigh, finally looking up at him. His eyes are searching mine, filled with an earnestness that makes me uncomfortable. “It’s nothing, Damien. I just need some space.”“Sp