All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Unplanned Affair: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

In New York, the clock struck midnight. The rain began to fall, its drops hitting the roofs of tall buildings hard, adding to the gloom of the dark night. In a far corner of the city, a federal building stood tall, its main gate slowly opening. The dim light of a streetlamp bounced off the puddles, highlighting the figure of a man stepping out with his head held high.Samuel Abraham.The man in his thirties did not look like a recently released prisoner. An expensive gray suit wrapped around his body, giving him an elegant appearance that contrasted with his long sentence. His face was clean, without a beard, and his brown hair was neatly combed. Next to him, an older man in a black suit matched his pace, clutching a heavy-looking leather briefcase.“Welcome back, Mr. Samuel,” the old man said in a respectful tone. This was Roland, the loyal attorney who had always stood by Samuel's side through the toughest of trials. Roland knew his client's dark side — the secrets that were never

Alaric kept his promise to Selene—to introduce her to his father.They arrived at Caspian's house in the morning. Selene stood beside Alaric with an ambitious, veiled smile. She imagined how perfect her life would be now that she was part of Verity's family.But after ringing the bell several times, no servant came. There was no sign of life, and Caspian was nowhere to be seen. Alaric grew impatient, his face hardening.“Why isn't anyone answering the door?” muttered Alaric, his voice beginning to sound annoyed. Without hesitation, he opened the door, which turned out to be unlocked. “Just come in, Selene,” he ordered in an authoritative tone.As soon as they stepped inside, the scent of mahogany wood and fresh flowers immediately filled their nostrils. The ballroom-sized living room was deserted.Marble columns stood tall. Stained-glass windows with gold carvings reflected the morning sun. Huge crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, reflecting light onto the white marble floor th

The afternoon sky in the back garden of the mansion looked warm, but Cassandra felt cold. Not because of the weather, but because of the fear that always lurked within her. She sat quietly in the wicker chair, watching the flower beds sway gently in the breeze. But her mind was never at rest. Caspian came silently, as always, carrying an aura that could not be ignored. He flopped into the chair next to Cassandra, his long arms resting on the back of the chair.“You look uncomfortable,” he said softly, breaking the silence. Cassandra sighed, trying to find words that wouldn't betray her confusion. “I was just thinking…” she murmured, turning to him with a weaker-than-usual look in her eyes.“Thinking about what?” Caspian leaned forward, showing his interest. “About us, about how my life has changed drastically since I met you,” she wanted to say. But what came out of her mouth was, “People. What they say about me.” Caspian raised his eyebrows, understanding where this was going. “

-Flashback-Cassandra hugged herself in the middle of the night. She sat in the corner of Samuel's penthouse. Tears streamed down her cheeks, while Samuel's voice continued to echo in her ears.“You have nowhere else to go but me,” the man had said a few hours earlier, after he managed to destroy Cassandra's only contact with her family. “Your family doesn't care about you. Your parents left you forever. Meanwhile, Maxian is busy with his company and his wife. Then the rest of your family chose to be busy with their affairs and left you in solitude.”Cassandra looked up when Samuel cupped her face. She didn't blink as the man's fingers wiped away her tears. “But my uncle still cares about me. He worries about me.”“Shhh…” Samuel shook his head softly with a sharp look in his eyes. His touch turned rough, his sharp nails pressing against Cassandra's soft cheek. “I know all your family, dear. That uncle of yours doesn't really care about you. He only cares about the shares in your compa

Cassandra stood on the balcony of Caspian's penthouse, the night breeze rustling her simple black dress. The view of New York shimmered below, a city that never slept, as restless as her mind. But far above it all, there was a strange calmness that she could hardly find anywhere else.Footsteps sounded from behind. Cassandra turned her head, seeing Caspian coming with two glasses of wine in hand. The man looked casual tonight, his white shirt folded up to his elbows, his black hair slightly disheveled by the wind. But despite his simple appearance, his aura remained the same—a power that was hard to hide, a gaze that always made one feel he knew more than he revealed.“Not a terrible view, is it?” he said, handing Cassandra a glass of wine.“Not bad,” Cassandra replied, taking the glass. “But I'm not sure if it's better to see the city from here. I feel so small underneath it.”Caspian laughed softly, a low sound that was almost a whisper. “You were never small, Cassandra. Even when