Billionaire Daddy for sale のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 200

A few hours after David’s arrest—outside the police station.Sammy stood stiffly by the station’s entrance, arms crossed tightly over her chest as she watched the doors swing open. David stepped out, his expression set in a tight scowl, flanked by his lawyer.She had done all she could. After failing to secure help from the company’s legal team, she had arranged a private lawyer for him and stayed with him through the exhausting process. But it hadn’t changed much.Yvonne’s father had opened a case against David, and while there wasn’t enough physical evidence to detain him, the investigation was ongoing. David had been warned—he could be summoned at any time.Just as David took his first breath of fresh air, a furious voice cut through the tense atmosphere."You used my daughter."David barely had time to react before Yvonne’s father stormed toward him, each step fueled by pure rage. His cane tapped harshly against the pavement, his other hand pointing a trembling finger straight at

Micheal’s mind churned as he replayed the grainy footage, his jaw clenched tight. The recovered videos from five years ago had given him something—but not enough. Not enough to piece together the full picture. Not enough to explain the nightmare that had haunted both him and Yvonne.In the feed, he could see himself staggering down a hotel corridor, disoriented, clearly intoxicated—or worse. He barely recognized the version of himself swaying, confused, squinting at the doors as if trying to find the room number he couldn't make out.Then she appeared.A woman stepped into frame, speaking to him softly. Her hand pointed at a specific room. Without hesitation, his silhouette obeyed, walking toward the door she’d indicated. She turned and walked away like her part had been played.At first, Micheal had been baffled. The footage stopped there—nothing out of the ordinary. But something didn’t sit right.Then it hit him.He rewound. Slowly. Frame by frame.And there she was again.Sammy.T

The quiet hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound that filled the room for a long while. Yvonne sat propped up against her pillows, a warm blanket tucked around her legs, and her mother seated close beside her on the edge of the bed. The soup bowl sat in Anna’s lap, and she offered spoonfuls to her daughter between soft words and careful glances.“To say your father is trying would be an understatement,” Anna said gently, brushing a stray curl from Yvonne’s cheek. “He’s doing everything in his power to hold himself together… and to redeem himself the only way he knows how.”Yvonne gave a soft nod, accepting the next spoonful.“David was arrested. But… they had to release him,” Anna continued with a sigh, her voice growing brittle. “There just wasn’t enough evidence. Not yet. But your father—he’s not letting this go. He’s digging. Talking to people. Trying to make something stick. He wants to see that man locked away.”Yvonne let out a breath, slow and even, the soup lingering on her

Micheal had never been one to rush his moves. Every step he made was calculated, deliberate. And now, his plan was finally taking shape. It wasn’t just about revenge—it was about balance. About consequences. He wasn’t going to lift much of his fingers to destroy David and Sammy. He was going to let them destroy each other. All he had to do was expose the truth—and let the rot eat its way through their little empire. He had taken a step back and observed. Let them feel safe. Let them think they hadn't been found out. It will made their downfall even more satisfying. He’d already identified the pressure points. David’s ambition. Sammy’s obsession. He knew what had driven them. And he knew how to make them lose it all. Sammy, for all her manipulations, didn’t care about wealth. No—what she wanted was permanence. A life with David. Security in the man she had clawed her way into. She had the skills, no doubt. If left alone, she would’ve done fine climbing the corporate ladder

The voice transmission ended with the fading echoes of Sammy’s desperate cries.Micheal sat motionless at his desk, the sleek transmitter resting silently in front of him like a loaded weapon that had already discharged. The room was quiet—eerily so—but within him, something unholy stirred.From behind the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, the city moved, indifferent and unknowing. To an onlooker, Micheal appeared calm, even statuesque—his back straight, one hand resting on the desk, the other idly twirling a silver pen between his fingers.But his eyes...His eyes were ice-cold flames.Betrayal didn’t surprise him. He had built his empire on understanding the darkness people carried behind polite smiles. But this—this was different. This was personal.Sammy.The name alone pulsed in his mind like poison.She had orchestrated a moment so vile, so insidiously cruel, that it had altered the course of Yvonne’s entire life. A woman who now lay in his bed at night. Who laughed with h