The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The airport buzzed with activity, a symphony of distant announcements, hurried footsteps, and rolling suitcases blending into the steady hum of life. Crowds ebbed and flowed in a rhythm that was both chaotic and strangely orderly.

The cool, filtered air carried faint traces of coffee and jet fuel, grounding Paisley in the reality of her impending departure.

Her flight had begun boarding. Just as she was about to step forward to hand her boarding pass to the attendant, her phone buzzed insistently in her pocket.

She slid her ticket across the counter and answered the call without checking the caller ID. But before she could say a word, Grayson's young voice shrilled through the speaker. "I want rainbow pasta!"

Paisley paused mid-step, glancing down at the phone. It was Dominick's number.

"There's frozen pasta in the fridge," she replied coolly, her voice even and detached. She collected her boarding pass and continued walking toward the gate.

"The nanny said it's all gone." Grayson's voice climbed in pitch, sharp and grating the way children's voices do when they're on the verge of a tantrum.

Paisley's lips tightened. She'd worked hard to instill discipline in Grayson, especially when it came to shouting or making demands in public. But this naughty boy had his father's stubborn streak, and lately, her corrections only seemed to irritate him further.

Her tone remained indifferent as she replied with a frown, "Then it's gone."

"That's not fair," Grayson wailed. His voice rose again, teetering on the edge of a full-blown fit. "Come back right now and make it for me. I want it now."

Paisley inhaled slowly, her grip on her phone firm but calm. "Ask your precious Marissa to make it for you," she said, her voice laced with an edge that cut through his whining.

The line went silent for a few heartbeats, but it wasn't long before Grayson's crying and howling began in earnest, loud enough that Paisley had to hold the phone slightly away from her ear.

After a muffled scuffle on the other end, Dominick's deep, irritated voice finally came through. "Paisley, why are you picking a fight with a child? He's just a kid. He doesn't understand."

By this point, Paisley had stepped into the cabin, her heels clicking softly against the carpeted aisle. She flashed a polite smile at the flight attendant and handed over her handbag before settling into her seat in first class.

Reclining slightly, she adjusted her tone to one of detached finality. "If a child doesn't understand, then surely the adults should, don't you think?"

Her mind drifted as the seatbelt light blinked on. Grayson hadn't always been this way. Up until the age of two, he'd been a sweet, clingy little boy who adored her, proudly declaring to anyone who'd listen that his mother was the best in the world.

'When did that start to change?' she wondered. The answer came to her with a pang of bitterness. 'It must have been when Marissa came back to Harrowfell.'

Everything Paisley had forbidden, Marissa would indulge. If Paisley said no to candy, Marissa would slip it to him behind her back. If Paisley enforced bedtime rules, Marissa would sneak him out for late-night games.

At first, the Vanderbilt family had always looked down upon Paisley. Slowly but surely, their obvious preference for Marissa over Paisley began to seep into Grayson's perception. In his young,

impressionable mind, Paisley had been recast as a villain-a meddling outsider, a scheming woman who broke up the family.

said firmly, "we're divorced now. There's no reason for us to keep in touch anymore."

city shrinking beneath her until it was no

steadying her frayed nerves. 'It's

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the director's office at the prestigious Harrowfell Hospital, the room exuded an air of understated luxury. Rich mahogany

conforming to the room's dignified atmosphere. With her legs casually crossed in an unbothered fashion, she lounged on the plush sofa, leaning back as if she owned the place. She

on the head. "You're a mother now, for goodness' sake. Can't

eyes remained. She reached into her chic leather tote and pulled out a small, neatly packaged bag

the ingredients were another matter entirely rare and hard

with gratitude. "You're still the most thoughtful kid I know. My health practically depends on your herbal concoctions these days. Sit tight. I'll pour you

her a delicate porcelain cup, and Paisley took a careful sip, her discerning palate immediately picking up on the premium

against his desk, his gaze warm but probing. "Paisy, how long are you planning to stay in Harrowfell

replied, setting the cup down on the coffee table with a

of her screenplays had recently been adapted, and the production was set to start filming locally. As the lead writer, she needed to be on-site for the shoot. On

"Ever thought about coming back here to see some patients? Maybe teach a few students

Paisley said, cutting him off with a dismissive

her into joining the hospital's ranks, and

could get a word out, Paisley's phone buzzed sharply,

urgent. Within moments, she was making her exit, leaving Jonathan behind with an amused shake of

knocked and stepped into the room. "Mr. Walsh, Mr. Vanderbilt is

a spry old gentleman with sharp eyes that missed nothing, entered the office. His gaze immediately fell on the coffee table, where a glass

unmistakably from an exclusive roast. One look at the half-empty cup and Paul's shrewd mind began to piece things

that got

expression as casual as his tone, "Who else could

another sip of his coffee. "Too bad you missed her. If you'd come a little earlier, you might've caught a

a pity. My health's been declining these past few years, so I

a soft clink, "Strange. I remember you being in great

thinking back, "About

drama began. Ever since then, Paul had been caught in a daily storm of frustration, anger, and stress. The constant turmoil had taken

and tie, his curiosity piqued. "You look sharp today. Where

My grandson, Dominick, gave me a ride over." Paul, ever relaxed, shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it carelessly onto the nearest chair, making himself at home. "On my

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corner, idly scrolling

hashtags catching her eye, [The Vanderbilt family's heir is spotted with a mystery woman late at night], [Exclusive: Vanderbilt Group's CEO Dominick Vanderbilt's imminent

enough for her to immediately recognize the figures.

So they're really getting married, huh?' Paisley's lips curled into a cold smile as her thumb

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