All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Christmas Surprise : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Ryan had no recollection of how he had gotten home last night. The entire evening had been a blur, the memories hazy with alcohol and rage. He barely remembered leaving the dinner, barely remembered storming out of the hall after witnessing the most humiliating moment of his life—his fiancée and his father, together. The video had played for everyone to see, a grotesque display of betrayal that had stripped him of every ounce of control. He had staggered into his car, driven blindly through the city, his mind spiraling in disbelief and fury. Somehow, he had made it home, but after that… nothing. Now, as morning crept in through the large windows of his penthouse, Ryan lay sprawled on the floor of his living room. Empty bottles surrounded him, the sharp scent of whiskey thick in the air. His clothes were wrinkled, his hair a disheveled mess, and his knuckles were bruised—probably from punching something in his drunken state. The pounding on his front door barely registered in

Emma paced back and forth in Serena’s office, her mind racing. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on her chest, making it hard to breathe. Serena and Amy had been missing for hours now, and even with Ryan already taking action, she felt helpless. Her fingers itched to do something—anything—but she had no idea where to start. Then, suddenly, it hit her. Steve Jacobs. Emma stopped mid-step, her breath catching. How could she have forgotten about him? Steve was the man who had helped Serena rebuild her life after her messy divorce with Ryan. He had been one of her strongest allies when she was at her lowest. If there was anyone who would move mountains to find Serena, it was him. Without wasting another second, she grabbed her phone and quickly dialed his number. The call rang twice before a deep, familiar voice answered. “Emma? You called? Is everything alright over there? I’ve been so busy with other things that I haven’t been able to come over to the office to see S

The drive back from the warehouse was filled with a heavy, suffocating tension. Emma sat in the backseat with Serena and Amy, her protective instincts on high alert as she kept glancing at the little girl, who was curled up against her mother’s side, exhausted from the ordeal. Serena was visibly shaken, though she tried her best to put on a strong front for her daughter. She gently ran her fingers through Amy’s curls, whispering soft reassurances as she placed a kiss on her forehead. “We’re safe now,” Serena murmured. “Mommy’s here. You don’t have to be scared anymore. Those bad men have been arrested and I’m sorry for making you go through this.” Amy let out a soft hum, her small fingers gripping onto Serena’s dress like a lifeline. Emma sighed, shifting in her seat. “You both need to rest and have a good steamy shower to calm all of your nerves,” she said. “You’ve been through too much in just a few hours.” Serena nodded, though her mind was still racing. “I just want to ge

Kate sat on the floor of Rolly’s living room, her hair disheveled, eyes wild with frustration. The walls seemed to close in on her, suffocating her as her thoughts spiraled deeper into madness. The only sound in the dimly lit apartment was the low hum of the television, where a news report was still playing clips of the scandal that had ruined her life. The footage of her and Thomas—no, Philip—played over and over again, reminding the world of her shame. She clutched her phone tightly, her nails digging into the glass screen as she dialed Ryan’s number again. One ring. Two rings. Straight to voicemail. Kate let out a ragged breath, her pulse hammering in her ears. She had called him more than a hundred times. Had sent him texts, voice messages—begged him to at least talk to her. But there was nothing. He had cut her off. Completely. A scream of rage ripped from her throat as she threw the phone across the room. It hit the wall with a loud crack, pieces scattering onto the floo

Serena sat in her office, staring out the large window at the city skyline. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the buildings, but she hardly noticed. Her mind was elsewhere, tangled in the mess of emotions she had been avoiding for weeks. Everything had changed. The truth about Philip. The revelation that Steve—the man who had helped her rebuild her life—was actually Ryan’s father. The scandal that had almost cost her everything. But most of all, Ryan. His presence in her life had once been something she had accepted begrudgingly. Their nights together, their moments of passion—it had all been something she had allowed herself to indulge in, telling herself that it didn’t mean anything. She had convinced herself that it was just sex. That her heart wasn’t involved. But now, as she sat alone in her office, she realized that Ryan had always been a storm in her life. And she was tired of storms. She exhaled, leaning back in her chair. She had fought so hard to re