All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE DAUGHTER-IN-LAW: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Anna! Anna!”The market vendors and shoppers, too engrossed in their own lives, are slow to react. Some stop and look, their faces showing concern, but none have seen a little girl wandering off. Margaret’s fear turns into desperation as she frantically asks anyone nearby, her words stumbling over each other in her rush.“She was just here! A little girl, about this tall, with dark hair—have you seen her?”But no one has. Anna is gone.Margaret’s security detail, usually discreet and in the background, springs into action. Within minutes, the market is swarming with suited men speaking into earpieces, their eyes scanning the area with military precision. The police are notified, and soon, the search extends beyond the market, into the labyrinthine streets of Los Angeles.But Los Angeles is too vast, too indifferent to the plight of a lost child. The city’s heartbeat, a mix of honking cars and distant sirens, seems to drown out the urgency of the search. The sun begins to dip below th

Anna's life in the Idris household was a mix of warmth and challenges. Though Mr. Idris and his wife had taken her out of the goodness of their hearts, Anna always felt a deep sense of displacement. She had fleeting memories of a different life, one filled with luxury and love, but those memories were like fragments of a dream she couldn’t fully piece together.Despite these feelings, she gradually adapted to rural life, learning to help with chores and finding solace in the small, comforting routines of farm life. Mr. Idris, understanding the importance of education, decided to send her to school. It was there that Anna discovered her passion for dance. What started as an extracurricular activity quickly blossomed into a full-fledged talent. Anna’s grace and expression on the dance floor were undeniable, and it wasn’t long before she was recognized as a prodigious dancer.As Anna pursued her passion, Samuel Idris was building his path. He had grown into a successful and ambitious man,

The grand ballroom of the Edgewood Group headquarters was alive with energy. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden light on the crowd of elites, who were chatting, laughing, and sipping champagne. It was the event of the year, hosted by the formidable CEO Margaret Edgewood, a woman whose presence alone could command any room. Tonight, however, something extraordinary was about to unfold, something that would change lives forever.The highlight of the evening was a special dance performance by Anna, a young woman whose grace and talent had started to make waves in the city. Unbeknownst to many, Anna had been raised by a farmer’s family after being found wandering the streets of Los Angeles as a child. Her past was a mystery, but her future was bright, especially after tonight’s performance.As Anna took to the stage, the room fell silent. Her movements were fluid, each step a testament to the years of hard work and dedication she had poured into her craft. The audience was captivate

“Good morning Madam” The servant girls said as they passed, smiling at me like I was with something on my head. Confused but flustered I said, “Thank you” moving for a better view of the sun. Standing on the patio, I couldn’t help but let my thoughts drift back to the day of my wedding to Samuel. “A horrible day, I must say” gently escaped her lip with an audible mumble The memory was as cold as the day itself—a sad, hollow event that lacked any semblance of joy or celebration. It was a day marked not by love or happiness but by obligation. The vows we exchanged felt more like a binding contract than a declaration of devotion. Samuel had barely looked at me, his gaze fixed on the thought of his woman who was far away in the city. I remember feeling like a stranger in my own life as if I were watching someone else’s tragedy unfold.The guests had sensed it too—the unease, the tension. There were no warm smiles, nobody said congratulations to me, just a pervasive sense of resignati

I still remember that day as if it happened just yesterday, every detail seared into my memory. The sky was overcast, and a cold wind had begun to pick up as I walked back from the market, clutching the basket of groceries tightly in my arms. The streets were quiet, the usual chatter of the townspeople subdued by the impending storm. I hurried my steps, eager to get back home before the rain began.The word felt hollow, almost mocking. The Idris house was never a home to me, not really. It was a place where I existed, not lived. And now, as Samuel’s wife, it had become a prison for my body.When I reached the house, it was eerily silent. Mr. Idris and his wife had left earlier that morning for a visit to a nearby town, leaving Samuel and I alone. I had thought that maybe, just maybe, with them gone, the day would pass peacefully. But I should have known better.The moment I stepped through the door, I felt it—a tension in the air, thick and suffocating. Samuel was waiting for me, stan