All Chapters of An Affair with the Billionaire: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Now, Alaric believed with all his heart that his woman would prevail. She was like a lotus blooming from the mud, pure and untarnished, with no one braver or more pure than her.Today, Emerald, dizzy but composed, wore flats with the same confidence as heels. Her face, bare of makeup, was flawless even under the scrutiny of cameras. Her beauty struck the onlookers, but it was her eyes that held them—clear and cold, dispelling any notion of her being a seductress.As Emerald walked closer, her expression cold, the parents naturally stepped aside, clearing a path for her.Standing before Mrs. Santos and the child, Emerald spoke with a calm yet cutting tone."Mrs. Santos, although you're Aiden's stepmother, it's clear you care deeply for him. You're a good mother, a role model for parents. But shouldn’t a parent lead by example, avoiding hypocrisy and lies?"Mrs. Santos's eyes widened, seemingly shocked by Emerald’s calm words despite the accusations. She knew Emerald was a good teacher,

Alaric, looking almost like a scolded child, had a mix of confusion and guilt on his face. His low, hoarse voice trembled slightly, "Emerald, I…"He hadn’t expected her to see him like this. The last thing he wanted was for Emerald to witness such a bloody scene. She was as clean and radiant as the moon, and he—covered in blood—stood in stark contrast to her purity.“Don’t come any closer,” he said instinctively, holding out a hand to stop her.He knew she was sensitive to blood and didn’t want to frighten her. Looking up at the housekeeper, his voice turned cold and steady, “Uncle, please take Teacher Greene upstairs to rest.”The housekeeper saw an opportunity and decided it was time to help them get closer. He thought to himself: It would be a shame if all this blood went to waste by sending Emerald away.While holding back a laugh, the housekeeper casually poked his ear with his pinky and looked up at the sky, ignoring Alaric's sharp glare. “Oh, by the way, young master has been w

Alaric seemed to read her thoughts and gently placed his warm hand over her eyes, resting his palm against her face. She could feel the soft flutter of her eyelashes against his skin, like the delicate wings of a bird.With his other hand, he lifted her wrist and pressed it against his lips. Emerald felt the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips—strong, unwavering, a warmth that seemed to seep into her skin.His voice, low and soothing, whispered in her ear, “Emerald, sometimes you can’t see the truth with your eyes alone. Listen to your heart.”Her vision was obscured, so she focused solely on Alaric's voice and the heat of his presence.He whispered again, “Trust your body to feel it. Baby, I’m right here.”In the quiet living room, a tall man sat on a leather sofa, wearing silk pajamas. The satin fabric shimmered softly in the light, calming his strong, masculine aura, giving him a noble appearance.A girl sat on his lap, her fair skin highlighted by her delicate chin and

This man... he knew exactly what he was doing.Flushed under his tender gaze, Emerald averted her eyes and almost whispered, “Well... you still haven’t said anything yet.”Since they met, Alaric had never said "I love you" to Emerald. He hadn’t even said "I like you." He was always composed and reserved, leaving Emerald to rely on small details to understand his feelings.Alaric reached over, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “When Ethan chased after you, wasn’t he overly dramatic?”Emerald hadn’t really noticed that before, but now, hearing it from Alaric, she understood what he meant.At first, Ethan tried to win her over with money, but he realized that wasn’t effective. Eventually, he decided to spend time with her every day, hoping she’d feel his presence.Emerald agreed because of the incident with Mr. Santos. That day, every mall owned by Ethan was filled with roses—thousands of fresh ones—and screens displaying his love for her. Though he never named her, it was c

Since they were at the beach, Emerald opted for a casual look: a white tank top, a light shirt, shorts, and flip-flops, with a simple bun in her hair.A touch of lipstick added a natural pop of color to her face.As she examined herself in the mirror, Iris called and said they were downstairs.Emerald kept a calm expression as she walked out, a small sense of satisfaction swelling in her chest.Downstairs, a sleek, shiny Rolls-Royce awaited—probably Gio’s car.Iris waved from the front seat.Emerald carefully climbed in and glanced towards the back.There he was, as if just finishing a meeting. Dressed in a sharp suit and polished shoes, Alaric’s elite aura felt completely out of place in the casual atmosphere of the car.The face that occupied her thoughts day and night greeted her with a soft, almost seductive smile.“Hello, Miss Greene.” His tone was gentle and refined, but there was a hint of mischief in his gaze.“Hello, Mr. Corrigan.”She closed the door. Although the back of th