All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Unplanned Affair: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Alaric’s POVI kicked open the door to my apartment, letting it slam shut with a force that echoed through the quiet space. My breathing was heavy, my chest rising and falling in an uneven rhythm. Rage boiled beneath my skin, tangled with something I would rather not name.More than anything, I was angry at myself.Fingers gripping my hair, I tugged in frustration. I would rather not care. Didn’t want to feel anything. I had made my choice—to walk away from the Verity name, from the bloodline that had felt more like a noose around my neck than a legacy.So why did it still feel like something was holding me back, keeping me trapped in the shadow of that name?I grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the shelf, pouring a generous amount into a glass without bothering to measure. The liquid burned down my throat, but it wasn’t enough—not enough to drown out the weight pressing on my chest.My father’s voice echoed in my head. “I’m proud of you, Alaric.”Words I had once craved. Now, they felt

Freya’s POVI couldn’t remember the last time I felt this at peace.The late afternoon sun slipped through the windows of our new apartment, casting golden light on the bare white walls. The air still carried the faint scent of fresh paint, blending with the aroma of the coffee I had just brewed.In the kitchen, I stirred sugar into my cup, glancing at Alaric, who sat on the sofa. He leaned back, one arm draped over the backrest, while his other hand gripped his phone. His jaw was tight, his gaze sharp as it scanned the screen.I recognized that expression. He was deep in thought, pondering something weighty.I walked over, setting my cup down on the table before sitting beside him. “What are you reading?”He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he set his phone aside and turned to me, his eyes searching my face as if trying to find something—even though he wasn’t sure what.“Something's been bothering me,” he admitted at last.I reached for his hand, my thumb tracing slow circles again

Freya’s POVI never imagined my life would come to this point.I used to think that all I could do was survive—enduring each day, hoping that the pain and trauma would eventually fade. But I’ve come to realize that life isn’t just about survival. Life is about choosing to keep moving forward. And I’ve decided to move forward.Today is my first day as a volunteer at the New York Women’s Rehabilitation Center. Standing in front of the building, I take a deep breath, letting the reality of this moment sink in.This isn’t just a job or a way to pass the time like taking a flower arrangement class. This is part of my own healing process.As I step inside, a strange feeling stirs in my chest. I glance around the waiting area, where several women are seated. Some stare blankly at the walls, while others talk softly among themselves.Straightening my posture, I walk toward Mrs. Carter’s office. The moment I knock and step inside, she greets me with a warm smile.“Freya, welcome back. We’re s

Freya’s POVPeace doesn’t mean everything is perfect or that I no longer have fears lurking in the back of my mind. But in the arms of someone who loves me and values me, life feels a little easier to navigate.Alaric was still fast asleep beside me, one arm draped around my waist as if it were the most natural thing in the world—like our bodies were meant to fit together this way.His breathing was steady, warm against my skin. I simply watched him in silence, letting the reality of this moment sink in.I didn’t just fall in love with him. Likewise, I chose to love him—with all his strengths and flaws.But choices don’t stop here.I have to keep picking to move forward, to not let the shadows of my past hold us back. I have to decide to live my life, not just survive it.Slowly, I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him. I grabbed his shirt from the floor, slipping it over my head before stepping out of the bedroom.This apartment was still new—we had only bought it a few weeks a

Alaric's POVOn Monday morning, the apartment still carried the lingering warmth of the night before. Sunlight slipped through the gaps in the curtains, casting golden streaks across the wooden floor.I got up, showered, threw on my work shirt, and took a sip of the coffee Freya had made.Usually, before leaving, I would pull her into a long, lingering kiss at the door. Our lips would meet for a few seconds before I forced myself to walk out the door and head to work.Then suddenly, I heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching from behind.I had just put on my shoes, fingers tying the last knot, when a pair of delicate hands wrapped around my waist from behind."I just realized something..." Freya’s voice was soft, almost teasing.Her warm body pressed against my back. Before I could turn around, her hands slid forward, her fingers trailing down until they reached the center of my pants. My breath hitched.I stiffened instantly. "Freya," my voice came out rough, laced with warning.