All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Unplanned Affair: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Caspian had just stepped out of the conference room, his shoulders tense after hours of exhausting discussions.But his steps halted when he saw Damian standing casually near his office door, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable.“Just finished your meeting?” Damian asked casually. His tone sounded like small talk, but something in his eyes told Caspian this wasn’t just idle chatter.Caspian loosened his tie, which suddenly felt too tight around his neck. “Yeah. What is it? Did the police raid your hotel?”Damian scoffed, narrowing his eyes at him as if Caspian had just said something profoundly stupid. “You think my hotel is running illegal business?”Caspian shrugged, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “Not really. But seeing you this serious makes me think of worst-case scenarios.”Damian let out a deep sigh, as if holding himself back from throwing something at Caspian’s head.“Just answer my question,” he said, this time with more weight in his voice. “Do you have time?”

Alaric’s POVThe air outside the prison smelled different.Of course, it did. In the past, I was born and raised as the arrogant young master—the only son of New York’s wealthiest businessman, the ridiculously rich Caspian Verity.Before I went in, I never paid attention to small details like this.The mix of car exhaust, street food, and expensive perfume from people passing by—all of it felt sharper, more real. A stark contrast to the past five years, where the only scents that filled my nose were cheap soap, rusted metal, and damp concrete floors.I stood still in front of the massive iron gate, waiting for something. Maybe a miracle. Or, more realistically—someone. But I knew there was no one out there. I had already made sure of that.My family? They had no reason to come. Damian? He had stopped by a few days ago, offering help, which I had flatly refused. I didn’t need debts. I didn’t need sympathy.What I required was something I couldn’t quite define.With a heavy breath, I st

Alaric’s POVFreya Hartley.Once, she was just part of a night I wanted to forget. Now, she was standing in front of me again.She was sexier than I remembered. But her face was thinner, and the sharp glint in her eyes—the one I had seen under the glow of my luxury bedroom lights, the night we first slept together, was gone.I didn’t know if this was a coincidence or some cruel irony the universe had sent to mock me.But one thing was certain, I couldn’t pretend I didn’t know her.When the scarred man across the street called her name, Freya took a step toward him. Then, out of nowhere, she turned around and walked straight to me, her lips curling into a smile that never reached her eyes.“I never thought I’d see you again,” she said, her tone flat.I swallowed. “Same.”She let out a small, tired laugh. “So? What now? Are you going to turn your head and pretend we never met?”I stared at her.Once, I might have done exactly that.Once, I did do that.I clenched my fists, trying to und

Alaric’s POVBlood was the first thing I noticed when the door opened.Just a little. A faint smear at the corner of her lips. But enough to make something inside me go rigid.Freya stood in the doorway, her arms wrapped around herself. Her thin coat hung open, revealing a frame that looked smaller than I remembered—too small, as if the world had been stripping pieces of her away, bit by bit.Her eyes met mine. Dark and deep. No anger. No plea for help. Just exhaustion, hanging heavy, like a weight she had carried for far too long.I didn’t ask. I didn’t need an explanation.Likewise, I simply stepped aside, giving her space.Freya moved past me slowly, like every step was heavier than it should be. As the door clicked shut behind her, I could hear the slight hitch in her breath, uneven and restrained.I wanted to ask who did this. Wanted to know why she came here—why she chose this place, chose me. But I knew she wouldn’t answer right away.So I stayed silent.I walked to the small b

Alaric’s POVMorning arrived quietly.I couldn’t remember the last time I woke up to the sound of someone else breathing in the same room as me.Freya was still asleep on the bed, her back facing me, her breathing steady. The sunlight streaming through the window cast a golden hue over her messy hair, making her look softer than I remembered.Maybe it was better to be fooled by that softness. Because Freya wasn’t weak.I let out a slow breath and stood up from the chair where I had spent most of the night. I had briefly laid down on the bed to help her fall asleep, but once she was out, I moved back to the chair.My back ached from the stiff position, but it wasn’t anything new. I was used to hard beds and restless nights. Prison had trained me well for that.I grabbed a clean shirt from my bag and headed to the small bathroom in the corner.When I caught my reflection in the mirror, I barely recognized the man staring back at me.Dark circles under my eyes. A sharper jawline than fiv