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Chapter Thirty-Seven
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The house was silent, too silent.Robert had just been escorted out by his lawyers and the police. The front door closed behind them with a heavy thud that seemed to echo deep into the bones of the mansion.Olivia collapsed into the nearest chair, her body shaking. Her face, once held high with pride and elegance, now drooped with shame and disbelief. Tears flowed freely down her face, soaking into her dress as she buried her face in her hands. Her entire frame trembled with every sob, and for a moment, she looked like a shadow of herself broken, exposed, and lost.Christian stood at a distance, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His brows were furrowed, and his gaze pierced straight through her. He was quiet, but not calm. No, beneath that silence was a boiling fury. A thousand questions were crashing into one another in his mind, and only one managed to come out clearly.He stepped forward slowly and sat across from his mother. The distance between them felt greater than it ev
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Her hand collided with Robert’s cheek with such force it echoed off the walls like a gunshot in a cathedral.Robert didn’t flinch. But his face turned slowly, a bright red mark blossoming across his skin.“How dare you…” Olivia spat, her voice laced with venom and a heartbreak she could no longer disguise. “How dare you lie against me?!”Her voice cracked midway, like glass under pressure. The accusation came from a place so deep, it bordered on hysteria.“Olivia!” someone gasped. A doctor rushed forward, but she raised a trembling hand to stop them. Her legs wobbled again, but pride alone kept her upright.Robert finally raised his head. His eyes—dull and sunken—did not meet hers. His lips parted, and he spoke barely above a whisper.“I’m sorry.”It was soft.But it felt like thunder.Silence fell again this time heavier, sharper, as if every person in the room felt the breath punched from their lungs.“I… I’m tired,” Robert continued, voice cracking with something deeper than guilt
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Robert coughed harder now, blood bubbling from his mouth. His chest heaved with every breath. Olivia’s eyes watched from the wheelchair wide, flooded with a mother’s grief and devastation. It was pain that couldn’t be spoken, only felt. Her trembling hands clutched the arms of her chair, unable to voice a single word.And standing far behind, unnoticed by most, Ilda silently watched… her arms folded. A strange smile slowly curled across her lips, but she tilted her head ever so slightly so no one could truly read her expression. It was as if she were enjoying the unraveling of a knot she had carefully tied.Then, Robert’s body jolted, he steadied himself on the floor with both palms. A raspy whisper escaped him. “All right… All right, Christian. I’ll speak.”The room stilled.Christian loomed over him. “Yes, I’m all ears. You might be older than me, but I swear if you don’t speak the truth, I won’t hesitate to break every bone in your damn body.”Robert spat blood to the side and lift
The Price of His Betrayal Eighty-Two
Christian lowered the phone slowly, staring blankly at the horizon. His chest rose and fell, deeper with every breath, as though holding back an eruption. His hands were clenched, nails digging into his palms. The muscles along his jaw twitched, and his eyes once filled with fire now burned ice cold.You can’t run forever, Robert.This time, the hunt ends with me.He turned back toward the house, but his stride had changed. It wasn’t just the walk of a broken son anymore it was the walk of a man who had nothing left to lose.And everything to take back.The atmosphere in the house was thick, choked with silence, unease, and the weight of truth finally clawing its way to the surface. Ilda stood stiffly near the couch, her arms folded tight against her chest, while Christian leaned quietly against the wall, arms crossed, eyes dark and distant. The tension in the room was almost tangible as though the very air trembled with everything left unsaid.Suddenly BANG!The front door slammed
The Price of His Betrayal Eighty-One
The tension in the room was thick, almost suffocating. Olivia sat quietly in the wheelchair, her once fiery eyes now sunken, her face pale and drawn from the trauma of the past days. A light blanket was draped over her fragile legs, and her hands rested limply on her lap. Her silence wasn’t empty, it was loud with unspoken truths. Her gaze remained unblinking, glued to one person in the room Ilda.Christian stood beside the window, arms crossed tightly over his chest, jaw clenched. Ilda stood a few steps away, watching Olivia like a hawk, the corners of her lips curved slightly in an artificial smile. Just then, the soft sound of footsteps approached, and the doctor, flanked by a nurse, entered holding a brown envelope and a clipboard.He cleared his throat before speaking.“Mr. Blake… I have the results from the toxicology and internal bloodwork.”Christian moved immediately, walking closer to the doctor, his face tense. “Yes? What did you find?”The doctor exhaled, glancing between
The Price of His Betrayal Eighty
The soft hum of the hospital room, with its sterile scent and quiet beeps of equipment, was interrupted by Crystal’s gentle voice, coaxing Adrian to take another spoonful of soup. She held the spoon with steady hands, her eyes full of care and affection as she brought it close to his lips. Adrian, still weak from the surgery, looked up at her with gratitude, his eyes flickering with a warmth that made Crystal's heart flutter."You need to eat more, Adrian," she said softly, her voice tender, almost as if afraid to disturb the fragile peace that had settled between them.Adrian’s lips curled into a weak smile as he allowed her to feed him. He had never imagined he would need someone so much. His entire world had crumbled before his eyes, yet here she was—his anchor. His strength. Crystal’s unwavering support had become the foundation he could rely on, even when he had nothing left to give.The spoon met his lips again, and this time, he reached out and gently touched her hand. "Thank y
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The soft afternoon sun filtered gently through the hospital blinds, casting a warm glow across the white sheets where Adrian lay resting. His face, though pale, had regained a subtle color, a sign of his slow but steady recovery. Crystal sat beside him, a tray of warm soup and lightly buttered bread on the rolling table. Her fingers moved with care as she scooped a spoonful, blowing gently to cool it before guiding it to Adrian’s lips.“Open up,” she said softly, her voice laced with affection and patience.Adrian gave a lazy smirk, his eyes meeting hers. “You’re feeding me like a child,” he murmured, his voice still hoarse but teasing.She chuckled quietly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Then be a good boy and eat your food, Mr. Blake. Doctor’s orders.”He obeyed, swallowing gently, his eyes never leaving her face. “You’ve barely left my side,” he whispered. “You should rest too.”“I’ll rest when you’re back on your feet,” she said, her eyes welling up slightly but masked
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The grand hall of the Blake mansion was filled with urgent footsteps and low murmurs. Within minutes of Olivia’s collapse, the family’s private doctor, Dr. Halden, arrived, his medical kit in hand and concern etched deeply into his brow. He was led swiftly upstairs to Olivia’s room, where she had been laid gently on the bed by Christian and the house staff.Olivia looked pale, her skin clammy, and her breath came in slow, shallow waves. Though her eyes had opened faintly, she remained still and mute, her lips barely twitching as if she were trying to form words that simply wouldn’t come. Her once fierce gaze was now vacant — distant, trapped in a fog.Dr. Halden moved quickly and with practiced hands, checking her pulse, taking her temperature, and examining her eyes. “She’s stable, but barely,” he said gravely. “She’s regained consciousness, but she’s currently unable to speak or communicate properly. Her nervous system seems to be under a kind of strain — possibly induced by strong
The Price of His Betrayal Seventy-Seven
“Any news?” Christian asked without turning.John sighed, walking further in. “I spoke with our guys. All airport security stations have been notified — private hangars, commercial lines, even border patrol. His name, face, and passport numbers have been circulated. They’re all on high alert. If he tries to leave the country, he’ll be stopped.”Christian slowly turned, his eyes blazing.“So you’re telling me he hasn’t left yet.” He stepped closer, each word heavier than the last. “That means that bastard is still walking around… breathing my air… after everything he’s done to my family.”John nodded cautiously. “It’s very likely, yes.”Christian slammed his palm on the table, making a stack of files tremble. “Good! That means I still have time. I’m going to make sure he pays for every damn thing he’s done.”He started pacing, fists clenched at his sides.“He stole from my mother. He used her… betrayed her trust. And the nerve — the nerve — to use her private codes to drain her shares,
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