All Chapters of BILLIONAIRES: Father or Son: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

JAYDEN’S POV Melissa had called earlier, claiming my mother was in some kind of danger. Normally, I would brush off her dramatic tendencies, but something about the urgency in her voice unsettled me. I left the Businessmen’s Summit early, barely staying until the end. My mother could be over-the-top, but this sounded different—serious even. When I got home, no one could really explain what had happened to her. The servants only said she came back drenched and looking like she was about to pass out. The moment I walked into the living room, Melissa sprang to her feet and rushed over, wrapping her arms around me like I had been gone for months. “You’re home, sweetheart! How did it go?” she asked, her voice dripping with sweetness. I gently peeled her off me, as though she were something fragile and poisonous at the same time. I wasn’t in the mood for her right now. I was still too raw from everything with Flora. Melissa looked the part, no doubt—wealthy background, drop-dead go

ALEX’S POV I skimmed through the list of new applicants for my assistant position, but none of the resumes were doing it for me. It wasn’t that they weren’t qualified—it was more that I didn’t even know what I was looking for. My last assistant had played a significant role in driving a wedge between me and my ex-wife, and the one I just fired... well, let’s just say “inappropriate” is an understatement. Maybe it was time to hire a male assistant. At least that way, I could avoid any more scandals hanging over my head like a storm cloud. Sighing, I scrolled through the male candidates. Seemed like the safest bet for a fresh start. I had finally agreed with David’s advice to give relationships a break and stick to... Subs. He had talked to Jackson, the guy who apparently knew all the right “connections,” and I was still waiting for an update. I glanced at my wristwatch—an hour past closing time. Great. Exhaustion was settling in, and I still had files from the design department to so

ALEX’S POV Shit! The low purr of the engine filled the silence as I navigated through the evening traffic. The city lights blurred past like glowing embers against the dark skyline, but the real heat was coming from the awkward tension in the car. This had to be the most embarrassing situation I’ve ever landed myself in. Roleplay gone wrong! How did I end up disgracing myself in front of an employee? A new one, at that. What kind of image was this girl going to have of me—and my company—now? I felt awful for dragging her into something she knew nothing about. It was stupid of me to assume she was my Sub, and when she didn’t obey immediately, I had almost taken out my frustration on her. I could only imagine what she thought of me now. I stole a quick glance in her direction. She was calm, her head resting against the car window, but her silence was deafening. I refocused on the road, trying not to overthink it, but to be honest, I was definitely overthinking it. Does she think

FLORA’S POV The house was strangely quiet when I returned. A different kind of quiet—the kind that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. I had expected to see the eviction crew or at least hear the heavy thud of footsteps and the banging of boxes, but when I stepped inside, it was just... still. “Where did they go?” I asked, frowning at Sasha and my mother, who were seated in the tiny living room. They exchanged a look, and Sasha shrugged. “Got a call,” she replied, gesturing vaguely toward the front door as if the answer lay somewhere out there. “One minute, they were muttering about getting things done ‘swiftly and efficiently,’ the next minute they packed up and left like their pants were on fire.” I blinked, trying to process that. Jayden’s men were never that easy to get rid of. I knew him too well—he was the kind of narcissist who loved to dangle power over people like a puppet master yanking strings. This was his favorite kind of game: to push until you felt

JAYDEN’S POV 'I love you so much, Jay.' Flora’s soft, melodious voice floated into my sleep like a distant echo. It was a phrase she used to say every morning without fail, and I didn’t usually respond when she said this to me, but today… today, I felt elated. It seemed like something was different, and my heart was filled with warmth. “Wake up, wake up, wake up,” she continued with a gentle persistence. “Your bath is ready, and I’ve picked out your outfit. I promise you’ll love this color. It goes really well with your tie.” I groaned, rolling over in bed, refusing to open my eyes. I could almost see her, sitting beside me, her radiant smile brightening up the room. I had been exhausted after my trip last night, and the last thing I wanted was to get up early and head to work. But then, the blare of my alarm shattered the illusion. I flinched at the shrill sound, feeling a surge of annoyance. Why wasn’t Flora turning it off like she always did? I squeezed my eyes shut, stu