All Chapters of Ruining my Billionaire High School Bully : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The days that followed were absolute hell.I didn’t think it could get worse after walking in on my fake husband in bed with Samantha, but I had clearly underestimated how far she was willing to go to destroy me.Everywhere I turned, she was there.Smirking and glowing like she was the queen of the world.She made sure to dress in the same colors I wore to meetings, only better, grander, louder. She stole my seat in the boardroom, made passive-aggressive comments in front of the team, and worst of all, she somehow got herself assigned to “oversee” my new project.She poked and prodded every damn thing I said during the stakeholder presentation.“This number doesn’t add up,” she interrupted, less than five minutes into my pitch.“It does,” I said, tightly. “If you’d actually read the breakdown—”“Hmm,” she cut in with a condescending smile, “I just think you need to be more clear. You tend to ramble when you’re nervous.”My hands clenched into fists behind the podium.She knew exactly

Attending Ethan and Samantha’s wedding felt like walking barefoot into fire.Their grand wedding hall was over-decorated, shimmering in gold and bright red.Cameras flashed brightly like it was a fashion show. And the hall was crowded, I used to think weddings were private matters but I guess not everyone thought the same way.I stood in the background dressed in muted blue, clutching my purse like it could somehow hold my breaking heart together as I watched the man who once kissed me like I was his world, now stand beside another woman in a designer wedding dress.The air was thick with judgment. Eleanor’s cold eyes never left me, it was almost like she feared I might object. Samantha’s smug smile disappeared as soon as she noticed her perfect husband wouldn't stop looking at me.I tried everything to avoid his gaze but he just wouldn't give up.He found me outside the venue after the first dance was over. I was starting to feel nauseous and I needed a breath of fresh air.“I knew

~EthanThe plain white hospital walls and the strong smell of antiseptics stopped disturbing me after spending several days in the hospital.Even the constant beeping of machines has stopped annoying me and the only thing that bothered me was my son’s cries. When they came, they were weak and wheezy. When they didn’t come, the silence felt like a scary death sentence.Samantha hadn’t held him in hours.She just lay on the bed, passed out again, her wrist IV line tangled and her mascara still smeared from last night’s meltdown.I sat by the incubator, gently brushing the baby’s arm with my finger through the hole in the glass.He was so tiny and fragile. Like a porcelain doll someone dropped before wrapping.But I didn't care, he was my son and even if it turned out he wasn't, he was innocent and I would never use his mother's sins against him.I would spend every penny to make sure he survived the catastrophe his mother had caused him.Her cocaine abuse hadn’t been a secret.I had not

I sat still on the balcony, my hands trembling as my mind spiralled with thoughts of my baby.My poor baby had been dragged into a mess he knew nothing about.Eleanor was such a monster. What kind of human being would deny a baby of his mother in his first few days? My mind was plagued with the possible worst case scenarios but I forced myself to remain sane.Harry had promised to help. He said he had friends that could track down Eleanor and find my baby. I clung to that hope like my life depended on it, maybe because it did.After hours of waiting, Harry finally informed me we were going to meet his friends. I almost leaped for joy and I rushed to the car before he could even finish instructing his staff.We drove out of the mansion and headed towards the old docks. I felt a sudden unease but I pushed the though back. Harry was my friend and he would never hurt me.We drove in absolute silence until we arrived in front of an old warehouse.My stomach dropped. “Harry?” I called to h

The King's boardroom was a lot colder than it usually was.Ethan stood before the long mahogany. Even though he looked confident, it was very obvious he was tense as hell. The board members looked very uninterested and seeing me tucked away in the back made things worse.“I know I failed,” Ethan began, his voice steady though his hands clenched at his sides. “I lost sight of the company. I let personal mistakes interfere with business. But this company is more than a crown jewel. It’s my family’s legacy. And I’m asking—no, begging—for the chance to make it right.”A wave of whispers spread down the table. One of the investors, an older man in his late seventies, spoke first. “You expect us to forget the chaos you caused? The scandal? The investors who pulled out because of your reckless behavior?”I swallowed hard, feeling nervous on Ethan’s behalf.“I don’t expect you to forget,” Ethan said. His eyes flicked to the floor for a moment, then lifted again. “I expect you to hold me accou