The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife novel Chapter 191

Junior couldn't go back to sleep.

He sat in the middle of the large bed, hugging the worn rabbit stuffed animal to his chest, staring at the closed bedroom door. Traces of tears still marked his cheeks, and the dreams. The dreams about Alina still felt real, as if they had just happened.

Junior's head was filled with questions too big for a child his age.

Why did the memories in his dream feel so warm? Why did Alina's face, who was supposedly a bad person, instead make him feel safe? Why in that dream did Alina teach him to write, read him stories, take care of him when he was sick—things that shouldn't have happened at all if Alina was really like what Mommy said?

Junior didn't understand.

But there was one thing he knew for certain. Something clearer than all that confusion.

Mommy left him. The person who promised to stay with him until morning. But the moment Junior opened his eyes, the room was empty. Cold. Alone.

Junior didn't like being lied to. He hated people who broke promises most of all. Meanwhile in his dream, Alina never left. Never broke a promise.

Junior got off the bed, his bare feet touching the cold floor. He walked hesitantly toward the door, opened it slowly, and peeked into the dark corridor.

Silent. No one there.

He stepped out, the rabbit stuffed animal still hugged tightly, looking for his mother. But the long corridor of the mansion was empty, lit only by dim lights in a few corners. The long shadows made the place feel frightening.

Junior stopped at the top of the stairs, looking down. He vaguely remembered hearing voices earlier—his father shouting, his grandmother leaving angrily. Everything felt like fragments of another nightmare mixed with reality.

Junior didn't dare go down.

He turned back to his room, closing the door quietly. He climbed back onto the bed and hugged his knees again.

In that silence, a small memory floated to the surface of his mind, not from the dream, but something deeper. Faint, like an old faded photograph.

A gentle voice singing a lullaby.

A pair of warm arms holding him.

A soothing scent—flowers and something sweet.

Junior closed his eyes, trying to grasp that memory, but the harder he tried, the blurrier it became. Like sand slipping through fingers.

But one thing remained. One feeling.

That warmth was the same warmth in his dream. It was real. It had once existed. It had once been his.

And that warmth was named Alina.

***

Elsewhere, Adrian sat in his study late into the night, surrounded by a pile of untouched documents.

His mind couldn't focus.

Since this afternoon, his phone hadn't stopped ringing. Not about Alina's case—but about his father.

William Montgomery.

Adrian stared at his laptop screen, reading the same news for the umpteenth time. Montgomery Group plummeting. Investors withdrawing. Business partners switching sides. All of it happening so quickly, so suddenly, that it didn't make sense.

His father's company wasn't as large as the Blackwood family's company, but it had been stable. Solid. There was no reason for a decline this drastic within days.

Unless someone deliberately brought it down.

Adrian rubbed his temples, trying to think clearly. His relationship with his father had never been warm. William was a cold, ambitious man, who prioritized business over family. That was why Adrian chose to use his mother's surname—Lawson—as a form of separation from a man who had almost never been present in his life.

But still, William was his father. And seeing the family company collapse like this made something within Adrian uneasy.

Adrian's phone rang again.

A number he recognized—William Montgomery, his father.

Adrian hesitated for a moment before answering. "Father."

"Adrian." William's voice on the other end was tense and tired. Not like the usual voice always full of authority. "I need to talk to you."

"I've seen the news," Adrian said. "What happened?"

A brief silence.

"I don't know for certain," William finally answered, and that admission itself felt foreign. His father never admitted not knowing. "Everything started shaking a few days ago. Business partners who had been loyal for years suddenly switched to other companies. Investors withdrew without clear explanation." He let out a heavy sigh. "And I just found out who's behind all of this."

Something tightened in Adrian's chest. "Who?"

"Blackwood." That name slipped from William's lips. "Daniel Blackwood. His company is the one snatching up every one of my business partners. He's the one offering prices I can't match. He's deliberately destroying me."

Adrian's blood instantly ran cold.

Daniel Blackwood.

"At first I thought this was just ordinary business competition," William continued. "A few weeks ago his company offered a collaboration. I hadn't yet replied—still considering it. Then suddenly he moved to attack, as if I had already rejected him. But something doesn't make sense, Adrian." His voice lowered, full of confusion. "This attack is too aggressive for just a delayed proposal. Too personal. As if he has a personal grudge against me. Even though I've almost never dealt with him directly."

Adrian closed his eyes.

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