All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S BARGAIN: Fate of Aries : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I sat in the corridor, still crying my eyes out, My father, Reginald Thornton-Furst, walked towards me, his tall, imposing figure commanding attention. Mrs. Jenkins and I were sitting together, holding each other and mourning the loss of my mother. My father's eyes were fixed on me, but I couldn't bear to look at him. I felt a surge of anger and resentment towards him, knowing that he had never been there for my mother.As he approached, his bodyguards flanking him, my father's expression turned sombre. "Aries, my child," he said, his voice firm but controlled. "I'm so sorry about your mother. I'll do everything in my power to find out what happened I will try my very best."I looked up at him, my eyes filled with tears and anger, but I didn't respond. Mrs. Jenkins, sensing my distress, held me tighter.My father glanced at Mrs. Jenkins, then back at me. "It's time to go home, Aries," he said gently. "I'll quickly wrap up everything here at the hospital. Kelvin, please escort them

I broke down in tears, I don't know how to deal with the pain and anger that was consuming me. All I wanted was answers to so many questions.As Dr. Ryan carried me out of the control room, I was still sobbing uncontrollably. I felt like my world had been shattered into a million pieces. My mother, who had been recovering so well, was now gone, and it seemed like someone might have had a hand in her death.As we walked down the corridor, I saw a familiar figure approaching my mother's private room. It was Mrs. Jenkins, I had told her to go home and prepare something for my mother to eat, since she had said she was hungry. I was sure she didn't know what was going on.Mrs. Jenkins was carrying a lunch box in her hands, and her face looked concerned. She had been like a mother to me, always caring and nurturing. I felt a pang of sadness, knowing that she would be devastated by the news of my mother's passing.Dr. Ryan g

Tomorrow was my mom's funeral, and I couldn't believe it. The thought of saying goodbye to her was unbearable. The funeral was held at St. Patrick's Cathedral in New York City, and it was packed with important people from all over the city. Business leaders, politicians, and celebrities came to pay their last respects to my mom, the CEO of MK Technology.As I walked into the cathedral, I was greeted by a sea of somber faces. The pews were filled with people dressed in black, their heads bowed in respect. The altar was adorned with white flowers, and a large portrait of my mom sat atop a pedestal, surrounded by candles.My mom's casket was at the front of the cathedral, covered in a white cloth with gold trim. It was hard to believe that she was really gone. I felt a lump form in my throat as I approached the casket, my heart heavy with grief.The service began, and people started to speak about my mom's accomplishments and leg

Just as I thought I couldn't cry anymore, Mrs. Jenkins, our loyal housekeeper, appeared by my side. She knelt beside me, her face etched with concern and compassion. "Oh, Aries, my dear child," she whispered, her voice soft and soothing. "Let me help you up, sweetie. You don't have to go through this alone." But before she could even touch me, Mrs Victoria, my dad's new wife, stepped forward, her eyes flashing with a hint of annoyance. "No, dear Mrs. Jenkins," she said, her voice firm but polite. "I think Aries needs to learn to stand on her own two feet. You're a nanny, not a crutch. When she's done crying, she can stand up and compose herself." Mrs Jenkins looked taken aback by Mrs Victoria's words, but she nodded respectfully and stood up, her eyes never leaving mine. I continued to sob, my body shaking with uncontrollable grief. But as the minutes passed, my cries slowly began to subside

I stood there and watched as Mr. Thompson drove off, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. I had managed to keep my meeting with Mr. Jack a secret, at least for now. I took a deep breath and pulled out my phone, dialling the number for a local taxi service. As I waited for the taxi to arrive, I glanced around the bustling mall entrance, making sure no one was watching me.After a few minutes, the taxi pulled up, and I got in, giving the driver the address: 345 Elm Street, in the heart of the city. I had never been there before, but Mr. Jack had instructed me to meet him at this location.As the taxi drove away from the mall, I felt a sense of excitement mixed with nerves. What would Mr. Jack tell me about my mother's estate and will? What secrets would he reveal?I sat back in the seat, watching the cityscape pass by through the window. The taxi driver, a friendly-looking man with a kind smile, glanced at me in the rearview