Vengeful Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Emelia's POVSlowly, I pried my eyes open. My head was hurting but I was more anxious to find out where I was being kept. I had memories from yesterday and I felt fear in my heart. I was in a small bedroom, laid in an awkward angle, that was because my hands were cuffed to the bedpost. I didn't even have the strength to struggle.I remained like that for what had felt like hours. Soon, the door was pried open and Damien walked in. He smirked when he saw me. " Oh, so you woke up? You slept for a very long time " I turned my gaze away from him trying to ignore his presence completely. But Damien didn't let me, he sat next to me on the bed and tilted her face harshly to look at him. " Oh, don't give me that attitude. Didn't you say you always wanted us to go somewhere, away from your parents, to only have each other's company? I am giving you your wish, so why are you angry?"I still refused to say anything. And that pissed Damien off. " Don't fucking ignore me you bitch. You should be h

Ashton's POVElena probably knew that nothing she said would change my mind. I was going after Damien, and when I got my hands on him, he was going to pay severely for all he had put Emelia through.The woman on the hospital bed smiled bitterly. Her skin was pale, and she had lost a lot of weight due to stress. She had tried to leave the hospital countless times, but without my permission, she wasn't going anywhere."I've never met anyone more heartless than you!" she exclaimed, her voice dripping with hatred. "Sometimes I wonder if you are truly my child! I should have killed you the moment you came into this world. Letting you live is my biggest mistake!"Her words didn't affect me. My lips curled into a loathing smile. "If you think things are bad now, just wait until I am done with Damien."I turned around and left the hospital room. Elena screamed after me, spouting curses that wouldn't change a thing. My mind was already made up.---From the very beginning, I'd never thought of

Third POV“Will you take it yourself, or should I shove it down your throat?”Damien’s voice was stern and unwavering. Emelia knew that no matter how much she begged, he wouldn’t go back on his word. Her hand, which rested on her stomach, was trembling violently. In that moment, she wished for death, just to make the suffering end. How could she take these pills and kill the baby inside her?Though she didn’t know who the father was, she still cared for the child. It was the only thing keeping her clinging to her miserable life. And now, she couldn’t even hold on to that. The realization left her feeling helpless and pathetic. Who knew if Winter was even searching for her? Maybe he wasn’t, and that’s why she was still trapped with Damien.Damien scoffed coldly. He reached forward to grab her, but she quickly dodged his grip. “I’ll… do it myself,” she whispered, taking the bottle with trembling hands. Damien handed her a glass of water from her bedside table, leaning back against the w

"Emelia, do you still have the courage to seduce my son now?!” Molly Walker was triggered when she saw her beloved son in the arms of that unlucky woman! Winter was her child whom she had cared for and loved. Though she still had a younger son, Emmett had never shown interest in the family company; he preferred acting and earning his own fortunes. When their company had faced bankruptcy, wasn't it Winter who had skillfully revived it? Everywhere she went, she received praises from other aristocratic women who were all envious of her son. Her child was not only good-looking but also very smart and well-mannered. The only flaw was his poor health. However, she wasn't willing to let that stand in the way of him inheriting the family fortune. Which was why she had brought Emelia along to care for the company on Winter's behalf. Who knew this treacherous woman would go as far as to steal her son? Even after she offered her so much money, Emelia not only clung to Winter's side, but she wa

"Are you sure you don't need anything?""No, I'm fine." Emelia placed her hand on her stomach. She was already nine months along. Since she refused to stay in the hospital until delivery, Winter had gotten her a nurse to look after her at home.At first, she had been annoyed at the close monitoring. Everything she did was being closely watched—the food she ate, the drinks she had, the clothes she wore, even the number of steps she took. These days, she couldn't even walk down the stairs without multiple people watching her closely. It wasn't just the nurse; even the house help was part of it.Emelia always rolled her eyes at the anxiety of those around her. It was just a pregnancy, and she would give birth any day now, so she didn’t think there was anything to worry about.These days, she didn’t do much. She had been home for months, barely going anywhere. Winter had reluctantly gone back to the office after the first few months, though he always came back from time to time to check o