บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Vendetta : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Her phone slipped out of her hand as she struggled to keep her balance. Her heart raced, and she felt like she was going to pass out. She knew she needed help, but her pride wouldn't allow her to ask for it. She clenched her jaw and took deep breaths, trying to steady herself.She stumbled towards a parked car, grasping at the door for support."Hey, miss, are you okay?" a voice called out from inside the car.Amelia took a deep breath and straightened up, trying to regain her composure. "I'm fine, thanks," she said slowly, her voice unsteady.The man looked at her skeptically, his eyes lingering on her for a moment longer. "Are you sure? You look like you could use a hand." "Are you going my way?" he asked finally. "I can drop you off."Amelia shook her head, her irritation growing. "Thanks for the offer," she said, her words clipped. "But I'll order a ride now. Thanks."The man shrugged and whined up his car window before driving off."What's wrong with me?" she muttered to hersel

Amelia sat on the bed, her body wracked with sobs as Andrew's hurtful words echoed in her mind.She hated everything at that moment. Her dad, herself, everything. She couldn't help but regret the day she gave herself to Andrew."I would have just let you go to jail, dad," she muttered to herself. "Than marry me off to Andrew." She cried harder, feeling like her life was in shambles."This alone is worse than prison," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. A part of her still felt something for Andrew, but the pain and betrayal were too much to bear."He enjoyed hurting me, making me suffer," she realized with a heavy heart. "I deserve more than this, but there's no way out of this marriage." She knew that leaving Andrew would only cause more trouble for her family's business, and she couldn't bear to be responsible for that.Andrew walked down the stairs, his mind consumed by his recent encounter with Amelia. He barely registered Lila's presence as she came out of Alexander's bedr

Detective Stone looked at him with a serious expression. "We're still investigating, sir," he said. "But we have reason to believe that it was someone close to you, someone who knew you well enough to plan this."Andrew sat down heavily in his chair, his mind reeling from Detective Stone's words. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering one to the detective. "You care for some?" he asked, trying to distract himself from the pain."No, sir, I'm fine," Detective Stone replied, his voice gentle. "But you need to calm down so we can figure this out."Andrew chuckled bitterly as he lit his cigarette with practiced ease. "Calm down? I had an accident that almost took my life not up to a day after I got married. It's been months and you're still trying to find who is responsible."Detective Stone nodded sympathetically. "I understand, sir, but...""You do not understand," Andrew interrupted, his voice rising in anger. "I mourned Catherine for three years and

Amelia didn't say a word to Andrew as he drove them to the hospital, the tension between them palpable. She simply turned her face away, looking out the window as the world outside blurred past her.Before she knew it, they had arrived at the hospital, and Andrew pulled over. He got out of the car and Amelia followed behind him, still not saying anything. As they walked towards the entrance, Amelia's heart was pounding in her chest.Tony spotted them and walked over. "Boss," he said, "the doctor just told me not quite long that she's stable now."Andrew nodded, relieved. "Thanks," he said, before walking up to the front desk."I'm here for Nanny Grace," he told the nurse there.The nurse looked up at him and smiled. "Mr Reynolds," she said, "please follow me."Andrew looked back at Amelia as she walked behind him, her expression unreadable. The nurse directed Andrew and Amelia into Nanny Grace's ward and opened the door for them. "Here ma'am, here sir." She said as they walked in.N

He reached out to touch her face, but pulled back at the last moment. "Is that why you slept with him?"Amelia's eyes widened in shock, she pulled away from Andrew and said. "I didn't sleep with Henry!""I didn't sleep with Henry," she repeated, her voice trembling."But Andrew only seemed to grow more agitated. "It's easy for you to say," he spat, standing up and adjusting himself. "But I don't believe you.""You're the first man I've slept with," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "And you know this, but you keep insisting I had something to do with Henry."Andrew's eyes blazed with fury. "All of you are just the same," he said, his voice rising. "You're all cheats, every last one of you."Amelia felt her own anger stir at this. "Just because Catherine cheated on you doesn't mean every other lady is a cheat," she said, her voice firm.But this only seemed to make Andrew more irate. Without warning, he lashed out, his hand connecting with Amelia's cheek in a sharp slap. Amel