All Chapters of From damped to Mrs billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Days turned into weeks, and slowly but surely, the sharp edges of my pain began to soften—not because I had forgotten, but because I was finally able to breathe freely again. The routine at the bakery became my anchor: waking up before dawn, kneading dough, arranging loaves, serving customers, and going home to my small, quiet room at night. It was simple, even tiring at times, but it was mine. No secrets, no hidden agendas, no feeling like I was being watched every moment. The rumors, too, had started to fade. With Gabriel’s quiet warning hanging over anyone who dared to speak ill of me, and with my own honest work speaking louder than any lie, people began to accept me for who I was. Carlos and Leah had not shown their faces again after that day, and for that, I was silently grateful. But even as I found peace in my new life, I could not help but think of Gabriel from time to time. Not the powerful billionaire, nor the man who had deceived me, but the man who had looked at me with

Lilian Roseforth POV Life at the bakery had settled into a steady rhythm, but I knew that the events in my past were far from over. Even though I had chosen to leave the world of wealth and influence behind, the echoes of my time there still lingered—especially when it came to the powerful Sterling family. I had heard whispers from time to time, passed along by customers or even by the security men Gabriel had assigned to watch over me from a distance. They spoke of the grand mansion, of the high society gatherings, and of the family that had never accepted me. I tried not to let it occupy my thoughts, but I could not help but wonder what they were saying now that I was gone. Back at the Sterling Mansion, however, the atmosphere was anything but calm. The news of my departure had spread like wildfire through the elite circles, and to Gabriel’s family, it felt like a victory they had long awaited. They had never hidden their disdain for me—from the moment I had entered their lives, t

Lilian Roseforth POV For weeks, I had grown accustomed to the quiet rhythm of my days. The bakery, the friendly faces, the simple conversations—all of it felt like a healing balm over the wounds I still carried. But even as I found peace, I could not fully shake the awareness that I was not entirely unseen. There were moments when I would glance across the street or turn a corner and catch a glimpse of the same dark vehicles, or men in plain clothes standing at a distance. At first, it made me uneasy; it reminded me too much of the days when I was being watched as part of Gabriel’s test. But over time, I began to notice the difference. These men did not hide in the shadows to gather secrets or report my every move with the intent to judge me. They kept their distance, never approaching, never speaking unless necessary. And when trouble had come in the form of Carlos and Leah, they had stepped in only to protect, never to control. Still, I wondered—what exactly was happening behind

Lilian Roseforth POV The days had settled into a rhythm so steady and calm that I had almost begun to believe the storm of my past was truly behind me. The bakery hummed with its usual warmth, the neighbors greeted me like family, and Marco’s quiet friendship had become a steady light in my life. I had grown used to the quiet presence of Gabriel’s security detail, though they kept their distance so well that often I barely noticed them at all. It felt as though I had finally found the peace I had fought so hard for—until the afternoon when that peace was shattered by a face I had hoped never to see again. It was a Tuesday, and the sky had turned a soft gray, promising rain later in the evening. Mrs. Cruz had asked me to deliver a large order of bread and pastries to a small café a few blocks away, a short walk through a quieter, tree-lined street that cut through the older part of the city. I had agreed readily, happy for the fresh air and the chance to stretch my legs after hours of

Lilian Roseforth POVThe rain had been falling steadily since late afternoon, a heavy, persistent downpour that turned the streets into glistening rivers and wrapped the entire neighborhood in a thick, gray mist. By the time I locked up the bakery and began the short walk back to my small room, the wind had picked up, carrying a sharp chill that cut right through my thin cotton shawl. I hurried along, my shoes splashing in the puddles, grateful when I finally reached the safety of my doorway.I had felt a slight tickle in my throat and a heaviness behind my eyes all through the afternoon, but I had brushed it off as simple tiredness from standing all day and the sudden change in the weather. I told myself a warm drink and an early night would fix everything.But as the hours passed and the darkness deepened, the feeling grew worse.I sat on the edge of my narrow bed, wrapped in my only thick blanket, and tried to steady my breathing. A dull ache h