Semua Bab BILLIONAIRE DAUGHTER-IN-LAW: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The evening was cozy, a soft golden glow from the lamp illuminating the guest apartment where Alice was supposed to be staying. But over the past two weeks, she had barely spent a night in her assigned room, choosing instead to curl up with me in my bedroom like we used to when we were younger. Those nights, full of whispered conversations and shared memories, had become a source of comfort in the midst of everything else.Alice stretched her legs out on the plush carpet, leaning against the edge of my bed, her face framed by the soft glow. “These past two weeks have been beautiful, Anna,” she said, a smile playing on her lips. “I’m so happy for you. It feels like you’re finally starting to live again.”I couldn’t help but smile back, even though her words stirred something bittersweet within me. The truth was, these last few weeks had been a small escape from the heaviness of my reality—filled with laughter and warmth that had been missing for far too long. Alice’s presence had remind

It had been a week since Samuel's panicked plea and his desperate attempt to drag me into whatever mess he had caused. In that time, Mrs. Edgewood had been silent. Not a single word about Samuel’s outburst or whatever had happened in the hallway. Her silence was unnerving.I tried to push it out of my mind, focusing on the routine of my responsibilities, but the uncertainty loomed like a shadow over me. What had Samuel said to her? And why hadn’t she brought it up?I was in the study, going over some paperwork, trying to distract myself, when there was a soft knock on the door. The maid, timid as always, peeked her head in.“Miss Anna,” she said, her voice low. “Mrs. Edgewood is asking for you.”My heart skipped a beat. It felt like the moment I had been dreading for days had finally arrived. Nodding, I set the papers down, smoothing my dress as if it could somehow calm my nerves.“Thank you,” I murmured, rising from my seat.As I made my way to Mrs. Edgewood’s sitting room, I couldn’

The restaurant buzzed with the sound of soft conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the quiet hum of background music. I sat across from Samuel, my fingers lightly tracing the edge of the menu in front of me. My eyes skimmed the dishes, but my mind was far from the elegant descriptions of salads and entrees. The table between us was small, but the distance between our lives felt vast—so much pain, anger, and betrayal that no menu could paper over.I glanced up at him, sitting there with his usual calm demeanor, his eyes fixed on the menu as if this was just any other lunch as if we hadn’t spent years locked in a twisted, bitter marriage. Samuel looked composed, almost too composed, like he had rehearsed this moment. Maybe he had. I knew why he was here, and what he was trying to do, and it made my stomach twist with resentment. I was no longer the naive girl he could manipulate, yet here I was, sitting across from him, playing this game.As I stared at him, my thoughts drifted bac

After my unexpected triumph at the office, a sense of accomplishment followed me all the way home. It was rare, this feeling of stability. It wasn’t the peace of having everything figured out, but rather the confidence that I could face whatever was coming next. I wasn’t the same scared girl who had come back to the Edgewood mansion months ago—I was the new CEO of a legacy I had yet to fully understand but was starting to make my own.As soon as I stepped through the front door, I knew where I wanted to go. Grandma’s room had always been a sanctuary. Her presence, even in the most difficult times, had been my anchor. I hurried up the stairs, eager to share the day’s events with her. When I opened her door, there she was, lying comfortably on her large bed, the picture of elegance and strength, even in her old age.“Anna,” she greeted me, her voice warm and welcoming. “Come here, darling. Tell me everything.”Without hesitation, I climbed into bed beside her, settling into the plush pi

"Are you ready, Anna? To serve Samuel his divorce papers?" His voice was gentle as if he could sense my hesitation.I nodded slowly, unable to find the words. This was it. After years of suffering, I was finally taking back my life. The papers felt heavy in my hands, symbolic of every battle I had endured. Every tear, every sleepless night.The maid, standing by the door, glanced at Mr. Mike, awaiting his signal. "Go and call Mr. Samuel. He’s in the guest house," he instructed.I could hear the faint thump of music coming from the guest house, the sound of Samuel’s "good life." The man I had married had turned into a stranger, indulging in the company of others, in everything that had nothing to do with me. I had long since stopped wondering where I went wrong because I knew now—it was never about me.I glanced toward my grandmother, Mrs. Margaret Edgewood, lying weakly in her bed. She had been my rock through all of this, her frail hands still able to hold my spirit together even as