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The love that killed me, The Billionaire who saved me Site seeing -011
"The last words that came out of his mouth were, 'Daniel Crestwell,'" Diego finally told Dante. "Damn, that man is really not a good person, and now he is a candidate for a position in the House of Assembly. What if we use this publicity as the perfect time to take him down?" Dante asked Diego, his eyes filled with curiosity. Diego smirked. "Do you think it's that easy? If it were, we would have had him behind bars already. He has done a lot of crimes, but he knows how to clean up after himself." Diego told Dante that he had received a business investment proposal from Daniel Crestwell. At first, he didn't want to accept it, but now he thought he would, just to know what exactly was going on with Daniel's man. "I will get close to him and get most of the information from his mouth... or what do you think?" he asked Dante. Diego isn’t someone who usually asks for people's opinions, but today he did—which meant he really wanted to move forward. He was tired of being stuck in one place.
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-02The love that killed me, The Billionaire who saved me Jane is missing -012
Back at the estate, when Ms. Rose was on a call with Clarita earlier, Diego was passing through the lobby when he overheard Ms. Rose saying, "What do you mean you are looking for Miss Stadler? She is not at home! I thought you were with her! Hello??" But Clarita ended the call. Diego turned and went straight to Ms. Rose."What were you saying just now, Ms. Rose?" he asked. Even when Ms. Rose tried to deny knowing anything and attempted to divert Diego's attention, it wasn’t working."I heard what you were saying just now. You can't lie to me. I have ears, so answer me—what happened to Miss Stadler?" he demanded.Ms. Rose hesitated but finally admitted, "Dante and Clari have been searching for her for a while now."Diego’s expression changed. He rubbed his head and then dropped his hands. "What do you even mean by Jane not being home? I saw her a few hours ago, and she isn’t even feeling well. So what do you mean by that?" he asked Ms. Rose.Trying to escape Diego, she said, "I have so
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-03The love that killed me, The Billionaire who saved me Gaslighting -013
Shocked, Diego's eyes widened, his hands dropping to his sides. The moment Jane realized what she had done, she turned and ran. Without hesitation, Diego ran after her.As she neared Dante and John, who were standing by the car, she shouted, "Open the door for me!"Dante and John exchanged confused glances, unsure of what was happening. Jane reached the car, yanked the door open, and jumped inside. "Drive!" she commanded.Before Dante could get in, Diego caught up and stopped him. "Don't," he ordered firmly.Dante and John stood frozen, caught between Diego and Jane, unsure whose orders to follow."I'm your boss. Do as I say," Diego told them.Jane, from inside the car, countered, "And I'm your boss too. Follow my orders!"Diego reached for the door handle, but it was locked. He turned to Dante. "Open the door. Now."John hesitated, then clicked the unlock button on the key fob. Diego instructed him, "Drive us home. Dante, bring the other car you came with."Jane was about to step out
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-03The love that killed me, The Billionaire who saved me Emotional Turmoil-014
“I just...Diego…” Jane’s voice was quieter now, softer. “When you held me like that, it felt like I was safe for a second. I felt comfort and these zeal inside of me" these time around she was sure of what she was feeling but she doesn't want to ruin the friendship they have, she doesn't want distraction from her plans.He looked up at her, brushing strands of hair away from her tear-streaked face. “like I said You’re not alone princess Not as long as I’m here.”“But I don’t understand you sometimes,” she whispered. “sometimes you are sweet, sometimes you are possessive, sometimes you don't care, how many personalities do you even have, and why do you have so much secret?”Diego stood up slowly, as if the weight of her question sank deeper than the floor beneath him. He sighed, raking a hand through his hair, then turned to face the window.“I’m not used to this,” he said, voice low. “Letting people in… I’ve spent most of my life building walls.”Jane stood up. “I’m not asking you to
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-05The love that killed me, The Billionaire who saved me A Cunning Reunion-015
From Lucy and Daniel’s perspectiveThe morning sun barely filtered through the heavy drapes of the Crestwell estate, but the house was already awake. The silence was broken only by the faint hum of a lullaby playing from a child's toy in the corner of the nursery. Nathaniel sat cross-legged on the plush navy rug, his little hands fiddling with colorful wooden blocks. A small toy car lay forgotten beside him.The boy, only five years old, had the unmistakable Crestwell features—dark brown hair that curled slightly at the edges and sharp eyes that carried more depth than most children his age. His expression was unreadable, serious even, as if he were born into the weight of secrets he didn’t yet understand. Dressed in a neatly ironed white shirt with tiny suspenders clipped to his navy trousers, he looked like a miniature version of his father. The only softness to his appearance was the stuffed bear he clutched to his side—a quiet contradiction to the world he was being raised in.His
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-05The love that killed me, The Billionaire who saved me A snake called lucy-016
Later that evening...“Did he tell you, or you just assumed?” Lucy asked, arms folded as she stared Daniel down. He couldn’t say a word, his lips parting but no explanation coming forth.“Go check on Nathan with the nanny,” she ordered coldly, turning away. “I’ll handle her myself.”That night, Lucy sat on the edge of her luxurious bed in the Crestwell estate, dressed in a silky pink nightie. Her hair was packed into a neat bun, a green face mask clinging to her skin. With a glass of wine in one hand and her phone in the other, she scrolled through her social media feed with slow, deliberate swipes.Her eyes suddenly widened.Jane.She had stumbled across Jane’s profile.“The Jane I used to know never posted anything,” Lucy muttered under her breath. “I can see so many posts now... must be her assistant handling it.”Curious and burning with jealousy, Lucy tapped into Jane’s likes and comments. Almost all were from high-ranking officials, influencers, and elites. Her brows furrowed de
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-07The love that killed me, The Billionaire who saved me confrontation-017
Jane watched Lucy walk away, her wretched outfit swaying awkwardly as she left the cafeteria with her head slightly bowed, as if trying to portray the perfect image of a grieving sister. Jane let out a faint chuckle under her breath, shaking her head in disbelief.“Oh wow… what a story, Lucy,” she murmured, leaning back in her chair, her eyes following Lucy until she disappeared from view.The cafeteria felt a little colder now. Jane’s fingers unconsciously tapped the surface of her cup. Her instincts told her Lucy hadn’t changed—not even a little. If anything, she’d only gotten smarter at pretending.Her phone buzzed. It was a message from Lucy:“I just got home, Nathan said hi.”Jane stared at the screen for a few seconds, her lips twitching slightly. She didn't want to accuse anyone yet without proof, but something about Sylvia had been off lately.“Okay. Glad you got home safely. I’ll talk to you later.” she replied briefly.Meanwhile, Lucy had just exited the building and was sli
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-07The love that killed me, The Billionaire who saved me The Silent Threads of Truth – 018
"Why are all these happening to me, huh?!" Jane screamed, her voice breaking as she cried uncontrollably. Dante reached over, trying to calm her down."Jane, we can only save ourselves now. Although I’ll try my best to save you, please, tighten your seatbelt. Try to hold yourself together, okay? I won't let you injure yourself again," Dante encouraged her gently while struggling to maintain control of the steering.Luckily, Dante spotted a massive pile of trash ahead. “Hold on, Jane!” he shouted, then swerved the car with precision and crashed it into the heap, forcing it to a halt.Immediately, he turned back. "Jane, are you alright?"She nodded slowly. "Yes... and you?""I'm fine," he assured her, exhaling in relief. He quickly pulled out his phone and called John, requesting help.John didn’t waste time. He contacted Liam, one of Diego's trusted bodyguards. Liam brought a car and picked up both Dante and Jane. Even though they insisted they were okay, he still drove them straight t
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The love that killed me, The Billionaire who saved me Chapter 34 – Stepping into Power: Training and Internal Challenges
The air in the executive boardroom was thick with hushed anticipation and the scent of expensive coffee. Jane sat at the massive, polished table, surrounded by faces that had, until recently, only existed in financial reports and organizational charts. Diego sat beside her, his presence a silent anchor, observing the room with an almost imperceptible intensity.Across the table sat Sylvia Vance, Head of Corporate Strategy. Her gaze, cool and sharp, was fixed on Jane. The quarterly projections presentation had just wrapped up, and the floor was open for discussion."Ms. stadlar," Sylvia began, her voice smooth but edged with a subtle challenge, "while your… re-entry… has been widely publicized, I must admit some confusion. Your role was initially described as an assistant to Mr. Orlov. Yet, you've been attending high-level strategy meetings, reviewing sensitive financial data, and your name has appeared on internal memos regarding future acquisitions." She paused, letting her words han
The love that killed me, The Billionaire who saved me Chapter 33: Navigating the Aftermath: Public Eye and Private War
.The heavy curtains in the study were drawn, but even through the thick fabric, Jane felt the pressure of the world outside. She stood by the window, her fingers tracing the patterned velvet, trying to block out the imagined clicks of cameras and the whispers she knew were happening everywhere.Diego watched her from the large leather chair behind the desk. The silence in the room was tense, broken only by the distant hum of the estate."They're everywhere," Jane said finally, her voice quiet, almost a whisper. "Every channel, every paper. 'Jane stadlar Revealed.' 'Orlov Heiress Returns from the Dead.' They pick apart everything. What I wore, how I looked… they even have 'experts' analyzing my 'body language' in court."Diego sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know, Jane. Sylvia's team is working overtime. Claire's been incredible, doing interviews, talking about your strength, about fighting for justice.""And Daniel and Lucy?" Her voice hardened. "They're calling me a frau
The love that killed me, The Billionaire who saved me Chapter 32: The Cracks Beneath the Glass
Daniel & Lucy (estate, Crestwell City) The silence in the penthouse was loud. Rain splattered lightly against the glass as Lucy closed the door to Nathaniel’s empty room. She lingered there, staring at the little dinosaur plush toy on the shelf, her nails biting into her palm. “Do you think he misses us?” she asked, her voice soft and hollow. Daniel, seated on the couch with his tie loose and his phone untouched beside him, didn’t look up. “It’s been two weeks.” “That’s not an answer.” Daniel rubbed his temples. “We made the right choice, Lucy. He’s safe in the UK. Far from all this.” “All what?” Her voice cracked, sharp now. “Far from his mother’s shadow? Or far from the mess we created?” He turned toward her, finally. “You want him here? In this circus?” “I want to stop pretending like we didn’t throw our own son into exile because we’re afraid o
The love that killed me, The Billionaire who saved me Chapter 31: The Resurrection
The courtroom smelled of old paper and newer tension.Jane sat straight-backed in the wooden seat, her palms sweaty against the fabric of her skirt. Beside her, Jullie shuffled a stack of documents with quiet purpose, her lips pursed, heels crossed neatly beneath the table. The room wasn’t full, but the presence of reporters from outside, along with Orlov’s legal counsel and a few curious spectators, made the air feel tight, dense with anticipation.On the bench, the judge adjusted her glasses and cleared her throat. “We are here today to review Petition 08-9342, regarding the reversal of a previously issued Certificate of Death, bearing the name—” she looked up at Jane, “—Jane Francisca Stadler.”Jane’s breath hitched in her throat. That name hadn’t been spoken in a courtroom in over six years. Not without “deceased” beside it.Jullie stood. “Your Honor, we’ve submitted full medical records from multiple institutions, DNA verification,
The love that killed me, The Billionaire who saved me The Ghost’s Burden-30
The courthouse was a monolith of glass and steel, an impersonal beast swallowing stories whole. Jane stood in the hallway outside Hearing Room 2C, clutching the lapels of her blazer like armor. Her eyes flicked across the waiting benches where whispers slithered between reporters and interns, all pretending not to recognize her.She wasn’t a secret anymore — Jane Stadler was alive, but the law had yet to catch up with the truth.Inside the hearing room, the buzz of tension settled like static against her skin. Jullie stood at her side, chin high, expression carved in marble."Try not to let the prosecutor’s face fool you," Jullie muttered under her breath. "He’s paid to look constipated."Jane stifled a smile.Across the aisle, the public prosecutor, Harris Wren, was already flipping through Jane’s file like it insulted his intelligence. Silver-haired and sour, he tapped the paper slowly and looked up at the judge.“With all due respect, Your Honor, we cannot simply erase a legal deat
The love that killed me, The Billionaire who saved me The Legal Dead- 29
The corridor leading to the public records office smelled of stale air and forgotten stories. Jane walked slowly, her steps measured, yet her hands clenched into fists at her sides. The fluorescent lights buzzed above her head. Each flicker echoed the pounding in her chest. Behind her, Jullie walked with a crisp, professional pace, her heels clicking against the linoleum floor like a metronome keeping time with Jane's dread.The receptionist barely looked up. “Name?”Jullie answered before Jane could. “Jane fransica Stadler.”There was a pause — not of recognition, but of confusion. The receptionist’s fingers stilled above the keyboard. “You must be mistaken.”“I’m her attorney,” Jullie said, sliding a folder across the counter. “We’re here to begin the process of correcting an erroneous death registration.”The woman stared at Jane. “That’s… not possible.”“It is,” Jullie replied coolly. “Rare, but not impossible.”They were sent to a back room, where a thin man with wire-rim glasses
The love that killed me, The Billionaire who saved me Welcome Home, Julie— 028
"Surprise? For me?" Jane blinked in disbelief, looking between Dante and Diego. She followed Dante up the stairs, heart racing. Something about his expression—like he was barely holding back a grin—told her this wasn’t just some casual shit, what could it be , she wondered When they got to her door, Dante stepped aside. “Go on,” he said, lips twitching.Jane opened the door—and before she could even process what was happening, someone jumped out from behind the curtain."JULIEEEEEEE!" she screamed, eyes wide in total shock.Julie, her childhood best friend, flung her arms open and caught her in a tight hug. The two of them twirled around the room, squealing and laughing like teenagers, overwhelmed with joy.Jane jumped, danced, her hands clutched tightly in Julie's. “I can’t believe this—how are you even here?!”Julie was laughing, tears in her eyes. “Diego, that fool, finally reached out to me last week. Do you know I almost passed out when he said you were alive?! I dropped everyth
The love that killed me, The Billionaire who saved me The Bold Step— 027
"You've been saying that for close to a year now. Tomorrow makes it exactly one year since you woke from that coma, but you still don't want to take that bold step." Diego’s voice cut through the silence, low and firm. He paused, his gaze locking onto Jane. "The other day when you went missing... you tried to harm yourself. You did things, Jane."Jane turned away, tears drying on her cheek as she rolled her eyes with a bitter scoff. "You think it's so easy, right? Some days I’m happy. Some days I just want to find them and kill them both. But then I think of my sister’s child—Nathan. And I can’t help but feel soft."Diego moved closer, his expression hard. “Did they think of you when they pushed you off that rooftop? Did they care then? You spent years lying in a hospital bed while your so-called mate fulfilled his dreams—his plans. While Lucy played the perfect assistant.” His voice cracked with restrained emotion. “And you’re talking about feeling soft?”Jane flinched at the truth o
The love that killed me, The Billionaire who saved me Turnover -026
Life had a strange way of playing with you, bending and twisting your reality into shapes you didn’t ask for, never wanted. Before Lucy came to live with us, before she stepped into our world and offered me a glimmer of hope, my life had been a shadow of what it could have been.Daniel’s behavior had turned darker, more suffocating with every passing day. It was like I was drowning in his control. At first, I thought it was all just part of the marriage, the adjustments two people make when they come together. But soon, I realized that it wasn’t just adjusting—it was subjugation.From the moment we married, Daniel insisted on a certain kind of order in our household. He believed it was my duty to take care of everything. I was supposed to manage the house, cook his meals, and take care of all the mundane, soul-draining chores that most husbands would help with or at least share. But not Daniel. No, he wanted to make it clear who was in charge.I washed his clothes by hand, every singl
