Alle Kapitel von Billionaire's second wife: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

At this moment, Alden lay motionless on the hospital bed, surrounded by medical equipment monitoring his condition. An IV line connected a bag of fluid directly to his arm. That was Emma’s target. Without hesitation, she stepped forward, pulling a syringe from her bag. The syringe was preloaded with a golden-yellow liquid. Emma, with unwavering determination, injected the liquid directly into the IV line—a drug she had been using to manipulate Alden to do her bidding. Once the task was complete, Emma smirked, her eyes glinting with triumph. She envisioned Alden standing by her side, helping her deal with his mother and Gavin. The thought filled her with glee. After ensuring that everything was in place and no one had noticed her, Emma swiftly left the hospital. That night, she drifted off to sleep, completely satisfied and eager for the next day. In her mind, everything had been meticulously planned: Alden would wake up and become her puppet, her loyal protector. With him on her side

Her eyes resisted opening, but reason warned that she needed to wake up. Cara slowly looked around. Everything was clear—the quiet room, the white ceiling. She turned her head, trying to see better while her mind struggled to piece together the fragmented memories: going to school, rain, crossing the street, the crash, the darkness… Finally, she concluded that she was in the hospital.It was lucky that someone had helped her and brought her to the hospital. Cara had once feared that passersby would just leave her behind without a second thought, without compassion. And even luckier, she still had the chance to see the sunlight. It seemed her fate wasn’t over yet, just as she had silently prayed before closing her eyes. She silently thanked God.As Cara was trying to calm herself, the doctor in charge of her treatment came in for a routine checkup. Keva, the beautiful blonde doctor, seemed very pleased to see Cara awake.The doctor walked over and took Cara’s hand, which was still motio

That evening, Alden gradually regained his composure thanks to his mother’s comfort and encouragement. He tried his best to please her, but deep down, the wounds in his heart couldn’t heal overnight. Trust, once broken, was difficult to restore—especially trust in a person. That was the obsession Alden had never been able to let go of. People called him stubborn, but only those who had experienced the pain of betrayal could truly understand his feelings.At that moment, the four members of the family were seated around the kitchen table, waiting for Keva to arrive."Sorry, everyone, I’m late."Keva stepped in, led by a housekeeper to the room where the Helen family was waiting. When she met her future in-laws, she bowed politely, apologizing for not arriving on time."We’re going to be family sooner or later, no need to be too formal."Gavin’s mother smiled warmly, welcoming her future daughter-in-law. Although Keva did not come from an ultra-wealthy background, her family was part of

Cara cautiously observed each person in the room. Objectively speaking, the woman seemed kind, while the man standing farther away had a rather fierce expression. Gavin, with his slightly long sideburns, quickly softened his stern demeanor and offered her a gentle smile. Meanwhile, Alden gazed at her as if he were trying to see through her very soul. But in truth, he saw nothing at all. Alden was merely trying to prove that even without sight, his life remained unaffected. Looking straight ahead was simply a natural reaction, yet his icy expression sent an unsettling shiver down Cara’s spine.To Cara, they were all peculiar. In terms of social status, they were worlds apart. Wealthy people, in her experience, were always to be approached with caution. She had learned from a young age that among ten rich individuals, at least nine would look down on the poor. She had endured their scorn while living among old homeless men. Back then, just the sight of her had been enough to elicit judgm

Still unable to keep her composure, Cara spoke in a panic. "You’re not going to deal with a poor girl like me, right?" She anxiously probed, her eyes filled with worry. "Please don’t make me do anything indecent… or harvest my organs!" She pleaded in terror, instinctively taking a defensive stance. She hated the feeling of being captured, locked in the dark, beaten, and starved. The horrific memories of being held captive by human traffickers were still deeply etched in her mind. Back then, her quick thinking and intelligence helped her escape. But would she be as lucky this time? "No, don’t worry, we’re not bad people." Mrs. Agatha smiled gently, looking at Cara’s anxious, fearful expression, and reassured her. "It’s okay if you don’t know about us. You can learn later. Don’t scare yourself, it’s bad for your health." She stepped closer, softly patting her back, calming her down. At the same time, she shot a glare at her husband, signaling him not to look so intimidating. "Is th