All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Unplanned Affair: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Alaric sat motionless in his car, his body a hollow shell of the man he once was. A single tear slipped from the corner of his eye, trailing down his cheek. In his lap, his phone—now the harbinger of his shattered world—slid onto the floor, ignored amidst the incessant chime of notifications.His vacant stare fixed on nothing ahead of him, the air inside the car thick with an unbearable weight that pressed against his already heaving chest.The emotional strain had already begun during the photoshoot with Caspian and Cassandra. The forced laughter and hollow smiles of the camera had drained him completely. Yet, all of that paled in comparison to the blow that had just struck him. The woman he had chosen to share his future with had betrayed him openly, shamelessly.Moments earlier, the phone in his lap had displayed a video Selene herself had uploaded to her social media account. There she was, naked and tangled with another man in a hotel room, engaging in an act that left no room fo

Selene clutched the crumpled plane ticket in her trembling hands, the paper wrinkling under the pressure of her grip. Her empty gaze fixed on the airport window, where the vast expanse of blue sky stretched endlessly. What once brought her peace now only served to magnify the suffocating weight in her chest. The world felt smaller, pressing down on her from every angle.She had to go home. There was no other option. They cut her Maldives vacation short, but she didn’t care. Her priority now was to salvage her relationship with Alaric before irreparable damage occurred.Yet, the thought of his cold, unrelenting reaction sent shivers down her spine. Selene had tried calling him countless times, leaving desperate texts and voicemails, but he hadn’t responded once. He had completely shut her out.Alaric’s silence was deafening, and the growing guilt in her heart felt like a lead weight, making even her phone feel unbearably heavy in her hand.“I have to see Alaric in person. It’s the only

Alaric stared at his phone, which vibrated incessantly. The name flashing on the screen made his brow furrow—Selene, again. He didn’t need to answer to know what she would say.Another fake apology?More manipulative excuses?Enough. Selene had exhausted every chance she had.Alaric placed the phone face down on the table, switching it to silent mode before returning to the document in his hands. Images of Selene crying in front of the media flashed through his mind. Tears that once softened his heart now seemed nothing more than a poorly acted performance.“To hell with your tears, Selene,” he muttered quietly, glancing at his phone as it vibrated again.He exhaled deeply and rose from his chair. There was a file he needed to deliver to his father—something to distract him, at least for a while. Ignoring Selene’s calls, Alaric left his phone behind and headed to Caspian’s study.When he reached the room, the door was slightly ajar, and he could hear Caspian on the phone. Alaric pause

Caspian stood tall, his gaze sharp and commanding. In front of him, Alaric knelt on the floor, trembling, abandoning any semblance of dignity for a request that was as impossible as it was desperate. Caspian would undoubtedly reject the request outright, even before Alaric spoke it.“Stop embarrassing yourself, Alaric,” Caspian said coldly, his voice slicing through the silence of the room. “Get up and go back to your room. Your request is absurd.”But Alaric didn’t budge, shaking his head forcefully like a child throwing a tantrum. His eyes were red, wet with tears—whether he was holding them back or letting them flow freely was unclear. This time, he wouldn’t give up. Not until his father gave him what he wanted—Cassandra, back by his side.“I love Cassandra.” Alaric’s voice trembled with desperation. “I know I’m too late. I know I’ve been a fool. But I’ve realized that I can’t live without Cassandra.”Caspian let out a faint scoff, almost incredulous at what he had just heard. Stil

Caspian gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his eyes occasionally flicking to the rearview mirror. His gaze was sharp, laced with caution. Behind him, Alaric’s car followed at a safe distance, like a shadow that refused to disappear. This was nothing new to Caspian—he had expected it. He knew Alaric would never back down easily, especially for Cassandra.Yet, instead of feeling annoyed, Caspian allowed a faint smirk to tug at his lips. There was a subtle satisfaction in knowing Alaric was watching. He might think he was the one keeping an eye on things, but in reality, Caspian was the one in control—playing a game where the harsh truth was his most powerful weapon.When they arrived home, Caspian parked the car smoothly and stepped out with practiced ease. He walked around to the passenger side, opening the door for Cassandra and taking her hand, ignoring the lingering shadow down the street, still frozen in place.Inside, the house was silent, unusually so. Cassandra paused in