All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S LIES: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The night was quiet in the Thompson household, filled with warmth and family bonding in every corner. Sabrina tucked Saben into bed, kissing his forehead as his laughter still lingered in her ears. Benedict stood by the doorway, watching them with a tender smile that reflected his gratitude for this second chance with his family. "He's growing so fast," Sabrina whispered as she pulled the blanket over Saben.Benedict nodded, taking another step closer and slipping his arm around her shoulders. "And every day, I see more of you in him. He's strong, kind, and full of life. Just like his mom."Sabrina smiled, leaning into the touch. For a moment, it felt like the outside world didn't exist. It was just the three of them—a family tied together by love and resolve to move beyond the past.But the storm that was brewing in the shadows would not wait long. Elsewhere, Shadow’s eyes scanned lines of encrypted data, his mind focused on his mission. Clara's instructions were clear, and Shadow p

The air was charged with tension as Benedict stepped into the conference room. The room buzzed with reporters, their voices a murmur of anticipation. Flashes from cameras created a staccato rhythm, illuminating the polished wood of the podium. Sabrina clutched his hand tightly, her knuckles white. She glanced at him, her hazel eyes swimming with both fear and determination."You ready?" she whispered.He nodded, jaw gritted. "We have it."Behind them, silent but stern, stood the commanding figure of Wendy Taylor. Beside her sat Saben, his toy car in restless hands, a peaceful child with no notion how serious things were.He stepped up to the podium. His eyes passed over the tide of faces before him and the noise was muted when the room took its breath collectively. Deep and resonant, Benedict's voice came forward from its silence."Good morning. Over the last few weeks, my family and I have been victim to vicious lies that intend to destroy everything we've worked for and hold dear. To

Benedict closed Saben's door quietly, not wanting to make any noise. Sabrina was still smiling at him with this little heart swelling at seeing her child being so tenderly cared for by him. They both smiled and looked at each other to show that they were relieved Saben finally slept after all that commotion in the day. And then they walked down that hallway hand in hand down to Sabrina's room. The house was quiet, the muffled hum of distant rain the only sound as they stepped inside. Sabrina turned on the small lamp, its warm glow filling the room. She sat on the bed, on the side. She was exhausted from everything that happened. Benedict was standing there for a minute or so, when he unbuttoned his jacket and began to loosen the tie as if to undo the tension in the air. Sabrina watched him, her brow furrowed in concern. “You should get some rest,” she said softly, her voice carrying an undercurrent of worry. “You’ve been carrying so much today.”Benedict shook his head, his jaw tight

"How bout I give you just a teaser? Just a sample?" Benedict replied"Nooooo!" Said Sabrina, "I need it all."Benedict smiled and responded with, "How about you get what I give you and you don't complain?" "Mmmmm, yes, Daddy, give me what I deserve." Was all Sabrina could get out before Benedict slid the full length of his cock; from tip to base, against her clit, cause her to draw in a deep breath of pleasure. "Ohhhhhh yes, I need more of that!" She moaned. Then Benedict slid back and began to kiss all around her bald pubic mound. Down the inside of her leg and closer and closer to her hot, wetness, until he finally made first contact. He breathed in her scent deeply and just the feel of his hot breath exhaling on her wet lips made her moan."Ohhhh yes, lick me, suck my clit. Please Daddy, put your mouth all over my cunt!" Sabrina said.Benedict couldn't hold himself and gave a soft, broad lick of her slick lips, savoring her taste. He did this again, but deeper and using a curved

Next morning, sun streamed through windows across the house to warm with its bright shine. There, an invitation through newly freshly brewed coffee spread around the fragrance as Sabrina padded silently into the living room while her hand lingered in the spot near her neck where Benedict had kissed it overnight. There stood her little son Saben giggling as Wendy was playing around him on the rug; she was chasing him all over around there pretending to be a lion. The front door opened, and Teresa, Benedict's mother, strode in, carrying a basket of freshly baked pastries. Her sharp eyes immediately took in the scene: Saben laughing, Wendy crawling on all fours, and Sabrina with a blush that seemed a little too deep for a casual morning.“Oh, there’s my little angel!” Teresa exclaimed, placing the basket down and swooping in to kiss Saben on the forehead. “You’re growing so fast, my darling.” Then her eyes flicked toward the hallway, where Benedict emerged, still tugging on his shirt and