All Chapters of The Billionaire's unseen heir : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The house felt unusually quiet that morning. As Daniela paced in the living room, Restless in Alexander's absence. He had left for Abuja at dawn, leaving her with an unsettled loneliness she couldn't quite shake. She had busied herself with little tasks, holding the pillows, rearranging the vase of Fresh lilies Alexander had sent her last week. The stillness of the mansion only amplified her worries,though She couldn't say Why.A loud knock echoed through the hall, scaring her.Frowning, Daniela peeped at the clock.It was too early for Visitors, and the maid was upstairs attending to the clothes in the washing machine. She hesitated before walking to the door, her hand hanging over the handle. When she opened it,a tall striking woman stood outside. She was dark in complexion and had black hair and she had beautiful lips. The air around her seemed to buzz around with the smell of perfume over her. She held a designer bag in one hand, her other restin

The sun was shining very deep,leaving the house filled with a lot of dust. Daniela stood in the kitchen turning a cup of tea. The soft clinking of the spoon against the cup was the oñly sound in the silent house. Yet,there was a weight in the air , an unshakeable feeling that she wasn't alone. She set the spoon down and reached for the mug, but her hands were trembling. Taking a deep breath,She reminded herself that she was being ridiculous. Alexander had warned her about letting the empty house get to her when he wasn't around. He had offered to leave a few of the staff behind during his business trip, but she had declined. She wanted to prove that she could handle things on her own.But now,as shadows danced across the walls and the faint creak of the floorboards reached her ears, She wasn't so sure. A soft knock on the front door made her freeze. Her heart pounded in her chest, her grip on the mug tightening until her knuckles turned white. She glanced at

The bedroom was filled in silence, broken only by the faint sound of the air conditioning. Daniela sat on the edge of the bed, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as though she could hold her fractured emotions together. Her mind was filled with Alexander’s earlier confession, but despite his assurances, she couldn’t quiet the nagging voice in her head—the one whispering that she didn’t know him as well as she thought.Her gaze flashed to Alexander’s briefcase, carelessly left by the desk. It was unusual for him to be so disorganized; Alexander was meticulous, almost obsessive about his work. The slight bulge of the manila envelope peeking out from the side caught her attention.For a long moment, she debated with herself. Should I? she thought, her fingers filled with hesitation. She hated the idea of snooping—it felt like a betrayal of trust. But hadn’t he betrayed hers first by keeping secrets?The question was enough to push her over the edge. Slowly, she rose from the b

The next morning, while Alexander was having his bath, Daniela seized the opportunity . She opened his suitcase carefully,her hands trembling. At first, Everything looked normal - clothes, toiletries, and a few work documents . But as she checked through the side pockets, She found something that made her blood run Cold. A receipt from La belle suites . The date stamped on it was two days ago,confirming he had stayed there for at least two nights.She stared at the paper,her heart pounding. Why would Alexander stay in a luxury hotel instead of the company provided accommodation he always used? Her thoughts were diverse as she considered the possibilities. She placed the receipt back, exactly where she found it and closed the suitcase, her mind filled with a lot of thoughts.The following evening, Daniela prepared dinner as usual, though her hands trembled as she chopped vegetables . Alexander entered the kitchen staring at what she was cooking. “ Dinner sm

The house, once lively with the sound of Noah’s laughter, was now silent like a graveyard. Daniela sat in the living room, her fingers holding Noah’s favourite toy car. Her eyes were red,dark circles marking her face like someone going through depression. It had been four days,four unbearable days since their little boy vanished without a trace. Alexander stood by the window, his phone pressed tightly to his ear. His voice filled the room as he issued instructions to the private investigators he had hired. “ I don't care how much it costs”, he screamed . “ I want results. And I want them now”.Daniela barely paid attention to his words. Her mind was stuck on the “ What ifs”. What if Noah was scared?What if he was cold?What if they were hurting him? She squeezed her eyes shut, willing away the tears that threatened to spill for what felt like the hundredth time that day. “ Did they find anything? “ She whispered,her voice cracking from crying. Alexan