Till the Flower Blooms

In the gripping billionaire romance Till the Flower Blooms, Cassiopeia Hepburn’s world shatters when she discovers her husband, Lucas Cadell, has authorized a kidney transplant for their five-year-old daughter, Anya, without her consent. Desperate to save his illegitimate son Liam from terminal organ failure, Lucas restrains a devastated Cassiopeia outside the operating room. Facing a husband who has become a cold stranger, she must confront the ultimate betrayal in this modern mystery.

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When Cassiopeia came to, she could still feel her head spinning.

"Cassie, you are finally up."

When Lucas noticed she had opened her eyes, he held her hand firmly and kissed her.

"You have no idea how scared I was when I found you passed out on the floor. My heart almost stopped beating! Good thing you woke up."

Lucas, who was known for being a merciless businessman, was showing an uncharacteristically vulnerable side. His voice quivered, and his palms were coated with sweat. His affection toward Cassiopeia would exasperate anyone who witnessed the interaction.

All Cassiopeia did was turn away to avoid his gaze. She would never forget how Lucas was only concerned about Freya's safety when she was calling for his help. He hardly noticed her passed out on the ice-cold tiles.

Lucas grew frantic. He had never seen Cassiopeia dismissing him like this. "Cassie, I just didn't happen to notice you were passed out, too. That’s why I saved Freya first."

She had only been lying less than a meter away from Freya. Did he truly not notice her or was he simply blind to everything else because he was so focused on Freya?

She pulled her hand back and shut her tired eyes. Having just woken up and still exhausted, she did not have the strength to uncover the truth at the moment.

Lucas hesitated to speak upon sensing her silence.

After a moment, he started, "Freya hasn't fully recovered yet, and Liam just got out of surgery. I…"

Cassiopeia had been with him long enough to understand what he was trying to say without him having to complete his sentence.

How ridiculous. Although he was physically here, his mind was somewhere else with Freya and Liam.

"Go on."

She was over it.

Lucas stared at her blank expression for what seemed like ages and finally heaved a sigh of relief upon noticing her closing her eyes to get some shut-eye.

"I’ll be back soon. Get some rest."

It was going to be another week before Cassiopeia saw him again.

On the day she was discharged from the hospital, she had to sort out the paperwork by herself.

When she happened to pass by a certain ward, she heard a familiar voice filtering through the door that made her stop.

"Liam, you have to cling to Daddy, alright? Our future is in your hands."

"But, Mommy, he's not my Daddy…"

Cassiopeia felt her heart stop for a moment.

What was that supposed to mean? Why was the child saying that Lucas was not his father?

She held her breath and proceeded to turn on the recorder on her phone.

Freya shed off her disguise of a dignified lady and proceeded to tell Liam off severely, "So what? As long as Lucas recognizes you as his son, you are his son! Do you want to go back to the days when we had to freeze outside and didn’t even know where our next meal was coming from? I’m done with living like that!"

Suddenly, a passing nurse noticed Cassiopeia and enquired, "Can I help you with anything?"

The occupants inside the ward were alerted by this and broke off from their conversation. Cassiopeia frantically shook her head and put away her phone to leave.

After she was done with the discharge procedures, she prepared to go home. As soon as she reached the door, two bodyguards stopped her.

"Madam, Mr. Cadell wants to see you."

Cassiopeia frowned.

Lucas had been gone for the past week. What could he possibly want with her now?

She reached for her phone and tried to text him only to have the bodyguard snatch her phone away.

"Mr. Cadell has given orders for you to see him immediately. You’ll know what he wants when you meet him."

With that, the two large men practically arrested her and dragged her away by force.

It was not only when she was brought to the familiar ward that she realized they were bringing her to Freya and Liam’s ward.

The moment she entered…

Smack!

Freya brutishly slapped her across the face!

Lucas stood next to Freya and watched with an icy gleam in his eyes.

Freya seemed like she had been crying.

She cried out, "Mrs. Cadell, I’ve been telling you that we are not interested in being part of the Cadells! All I want is for Liam to have a good childhood. Why won’t you give him a break?!"

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Billionaire Horror Mafia Modern Romance

7.6

Defying The Ruthless Billionaire Heir

7.6

Johana walked half a mile through a brutal blizzard just to secure a tutoring job with the elite Black family. But the very night she was hired, she received a terrifying call from the ER—her quiet roommate, Hazelle, had been drugged and severely traumatized at a Hamptons party. When Johana rushed to the hospital, she didn't find the police. Instead, she found a team of ruthless billionaires erasing the crime. Leading them was Dalton Black, the cold, arrogant older brother of her new student. Within minutes, Dalton's fixers wiped the hospital's security footage, deleted all digital evidence, and forcefully transferred Hazelle to a locked private psychiatric facility. "We are ensuring her privacy." Dalton's voice was devoid of emotion, treating the horrific assault like a minor PR glitch. His friends mocked Johana's powerlessness, while Dalton authorized a blank check to pay for the private ward, effectively burying the scandal and buying their silence. Johana stood in the sterile hallway, trembling with a mix of despair and absolute rage. How could they destroy an innocent girl's life and simply pay to make it disappear? Why was the truth so easily erased by money? She had no wealth, no connections, and no proof, but she refused to be a victim of their cover-up. Staring directly into Dalton's intimidating, icy blue eyes, Johana made a vow. "I don't want your money. I will find out what you monsters did to her." She thought the billionaire heir would crush her on the spot, but instead, he watched her walk away and quietly ordered his assistant: "Find out everything about Johana Neal."

Action Billionaire Modern

8.5

Forgotten Wife: My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left

8.5

For five years, Sienna lived as a shadow in a cold contract marriage. Despite her devotion, her husband remains indifferent, and her son has embraced his father’s former lover as his mother. This isolation peaks when the ex-girlfriend returns, leaving Sienna discarded. After a devastating accident leaves her alone on the pavement with no one coming to her rescue, Sienna finally awakens to the cruel reality of her life. She must now decide if she will forgive them or abandon the family that abandoned her first.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.0

Heart Toward the Sky

8.0

Heart Toward the Sky follows a woman determined to leave her fiancé, Owen Lockhart, an old-money heir who openly spoils another woman. As she prepares to break the engagement, mysterious comments surface in her mind, urging her to forgive Owen and manipulate him for wealth. After witnessing Owen’s subtle affection for his mistress, she remains undeterred by the strange voices. Choosing her self-respect over a hollow relationship, she orders her lawyer to draft the annulment.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.6

Married To The Ruthless Disgraced Billionaire

7.6

I was once the untouchable heiress to the Schroeder empire, until a corporate fraud conviction stripped away my life and threw me into federal prison for five brutal years. On the day of my release, I stepped out into the freezing rain only to realize I had been utterly abandoned by everyone I loved. My family sent no one. My former best friends blocked my number, and high-society women took photos of my shivering, pathetic state for laughs. To survive, I made a desperate deal to act as the fake fiancée of Kayden Washington, a ruthless, disgraced billionaire fighting his own blood. But the moment we joined forces, the nightmare escalated. Our safehouse was ransacked, we were hunted by tactical hitmen in the dark, and my adoptive brother stole my dead mother's diary just to bribe me into leaving New York forever. Worse, the digital trail of my framing traced back to a top-tier operative manipulating both our families from the shadows. I didn't understand why my own family had sacrificed me like a worthless pawn to ignite a massive, invisible war. What dark secret was I actually taking the fall for? Just as Kayden and I prepared to burn both empires to the ground, a mysterious courier dropped a package at my door. Inside rested the Schroeder Patriarch's solid gold ring—the ultimate symbol of absolute power—sent directly to me, the disgraced exile. "They took your past, but I will give you the power to forge a new future." The game hadn't just changed. The board had been flipped, and I was going back to take the throne.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.8

The Billionaire's Disguise: Rising From The Ashes

8.8

I spent two years sweating on construction sites, hauling drywall and mixing cement, just to give Brittni the normal life she said she wanted. On our anniversary, I sat in our dark kitchen with a plate of homemade fettuccine and a one-carat diamond ring I’d saved six months of wages for, waiting for her to come home. Then my phone pinged. An Instagram notification showed Brittni at a luxury rooftop gala, a bottle of Dom Perignon on ice, and a wealthy socialite’s hand resting possessively on her waist. She was wearing the expensive red dress I bought her for her birthday—the one she told me was "too fancy" for our simple dinner dates. The caption read, "Back with my queen," and Brittni had replied with a single red heart. Minutes later, she texted me: "Stuck at a late-night board meeting, babe. Don't wait up. Love you!" I looked at the cold, congealed pasta and the jagged scar on my ribs from my time in the special forces, realizing the last two years were nothing but a lie built on her pity and my desperate need for normalcy. I didn't scream or throw my phone. Instead, a strange, predatory calm washed over me—the "Ghost" persona kicking in to shut down the noise of heartbreak and focus on mission parameters. I was done being the "simple builder" who worried about rent while she used me as a placeholder until a "better" man came along. I walked to the closet, pried up a loose floorboard, and pulled out a gold signet ring bearing the Hubbard family crest—the symbol of the multi-billion-dollar empire I had rejected five years ago. I dropped the modest engagement ring into the trash on top of the wasted pasta and dialed a number I had sworn never to call again. "It's time, Harve. I'm coming home." The motorcade was dispatched before I even hung up. As I stepped into a blacked-out Cadillac and watched the $50 million deposit hit my account, I realized how small Brittni’s world truly was. She thought she was trading up for a Rolex and a social media tag, but she was about to find out that the man she just ghosted was the heir to the very empire that owned her future.

Billionaire Modern Romance

Till the Flower Blooms

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