Semua Bab The Billionaire's Betrayal: A love Child: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Chapter 142Joyce's POV"Your plans have a lot of loopholes in them," Daniel declared condescendingly. If we settle for your plan, Santoria Industries will suffer a long period of image deterioration. I'll show you a sample we used last year.""Alright," I replied curtly, offended by his rudeness but refusing to make it obvious. Is it that he's blind to the countless hours and efforts I've put into this? Or did he think his arrogance would overshadow my dedication and sweat?"Can I see the sample you speak of?" I responded, the heat rising to my cheeks as I fought to maintain my composure.He fetched a file from the cabinet next to us and dropped it on the table."Here," he said, clasping his hands in resolute confidence. "It has everything we need."I tried my best not to flare up, but the proud peacock was stepping on my toes. Instantly, I decided to show him who the boss was.I picked up the files and reviewed them, pointing out the problems and gaps one by one, the damages they mig

Natalia's POVBeing locked up in the mansion for days was making me go crazy. The only things I spent my time doing were taking showers and eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner.The workers in the mansion and I had no good relationship, so talking with them to kill time was out of the question.Thankfully, Gabriel hadn't confiscated my phone, or I would have died of boredom and loneliness. The only person I had spoken to was Christina, who kept blaming my sister for everything happening to me. I felt she was right, and my hatred towards my sister instantly doubled.I swore I would do everything possible to remove Joyce from the picture. On one of my calls with Christina, she offered to trail Joyce. Since then, I've been briefed on her movement. I couldn't believe she was having a good time with a business magnate, a wealthy CEO, and one of Madrid's most desired bachelors. I couldn't understand why the public was ignorant of their relationship; it was none of my business.I was about t

Adrian's POVJoyce was preparing to leave the hotel while I completed Smith's project. I wanted to finish it as soon as possible to focus on the company's tenth-anniversary celebration next month. I intended to make it a memorable day. Initially, I thought of discussing my ideas with Joyce, but she seemed troubled. She kept going to the room and coming out. She wanted to discuss them with me but was finding it hard to approach me.Just the thought of that made me frustrated. When I got fed up, I decided to initiate the conversation. She was walking out of the closet with a deep frown resting between her brows."Joyce, there's something you want to talk to me about?" I asked.She turned and looked at me nervously."Er...I... I... yes, there is," she stuttered, rubbing her sweaty palms together.I patted the space next to me on the sofa. "Come sit. Let's talk."She did as I said but was still avoiding my gaze. I guessed what she wanted to speak about."I'm all ears," I muttered.Joyce

Joyce's POVI had arrived at my apartment a few hours ago, refusing to leave my room. Christie had come to check on me, but I hadn't opened up to her.I had only asked her to watch my baby for me so he wouldn't detect anything, knowing how sensitive he was to my mood.I couldn't help but grip my chest, wishing to pull my heart out if it was the only way to make the excruciating pain go away.Reputation? Criticism? All these were just an excuse for his selfishness. He wasn't close to a narcissist, but I couldn't refrain from seeing him as one.Michelle had told me to expect such, but I hadn't taken her words seriously. Now, I was facing the consequences of not preparing my heart for the worse.Lying in bed, I wrapped my arms around myself, seeking comfort. The chill of loneliness burrowed deep into my bones, wrapping me in a fog of emotions that threatened to spill over in the form of tears, clouding my vision. I could almost hear the echoes of laughter that once lit up my days, hauntin

Gabriel's POVI couldn't believe I was here lowering my pride before Natalia. I didn't have a choice because if the truth about the miscarriage got out, I could be arrested for domestic violence and maybe even secondary manslaughter.Some hours ago, my family doctor made me understand the severity of the situation. Initially, I had been skeptical about being the father of the child, but the date of conception had actually been the same night we were last intimate with each other."Mr. Moreno, how did this happen?" the doctor had asked.I had been slow to respond, thinking of the perfect lie."Mr. Moreno, why aren't you responding? Weren't you there when it happened?" The doctor had queried, snapping me out of my thoughts."Er.. actually, when I arrived home, she was coming downstairs to meet me. That was when she slipped and fell," I had lied with a straight face.The doctor had squinted his eyes. "So, you mean her over-excitement caused the fall?"I nodded in response. "Yes, I wasn't