Married to the Disabled Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

"Niel, what are you doing here?" Victoria asked anxiously, snatching her hands away from Dan's."I could ask you the same thing. You looked very cozy—holding his hands and talking about 'our' daughter with him.""It's a simple issue. I can explain. It's all a misunderstanding.""Okay?""He's a friend of mine. He knows people in the police offices. He could help us to get our daughter out. I'm just doing this for Octavia.""A friend wouldn't clutch your hand so emotionally.""You misinterpreted everything you saw. It's not what it looks like.""Victoria, what are you doing? You already said this old guy is close to giving up the ghost.""What are you talking about? What is he talking about, Victoria?""Don't listen to him. He's drunk. He doesn't know what he's saying.""Victoria," Dan said."So who's this daughter of yours you were talking about?""You just heard wrong. I was t

“Earlier today at the airport, renowned Willis heiress, Victoria, was arrested for involvement in the murder of Caroline Willis and the attempted murder of her daughter. Her daughter is also in custody for her involvement in the latter case,” the news anchor said. Alice picked the remote, muting the TV. “Good news to continue a good evening,” she said as her makeup artist continued to apply her makeup for the dinner that evening. “Ma'am, your dress has arrived,” Elliott said as he walked in with a package in his arm. “Dress? I didn't order any dress,” she said. “Boss did. He also added to tell you to pick any jewelry of your choice.” “Aw,” she said as she smiled. “I'll pick one now.” Elliott opened the box as he showed her the arrangement of different gemstones. “This one,” she said, picking a finely carved ruby. “Excellent choice.”

At first, the guilt had nearly drowned him.Lee had tossed and turned the entire night after sending the recording. His fingers hovered over the delete button more than once. It was still his father. The man who had raised him. The man whose voice he had once trusted. Whose laugh had echoed in their home. Who had taught him how to tie a tie, how to drive, how to smile in rooms where he didn't feel welcome.But that night, listening to that voice again through his phone's tiny speakers, all he could hear was venom. Bitterness. A man drunk on power and blind with hate. He didn't hear a father anymore. He heard a monster.Lee had known the family was fractured, but never to this extent. Never poison. Never planned murder. Never hiring someone to kill the only man who had ever tried to fix their broken legacy.Travis didn't deserve it. Not the accident. Not the betrayal. And definitely not the constant whispers behind his back, painting him as unfit to lead.So Lee sent it. The whole reco

"You thought you could defeat us, you silly wench." Distorted cackles rang out from the darkness."Please, let me go. You're not real. Leave me alone!" Alice cried, her voice echoing strangely as if the air around her bent and folded in on itself."Oh, sweetheart." The voice hissed beside her ear now, though no one stood there. "We are very much real. And we're going to make you regret every single thing you've done.""No, no, let me go. You're not real. You're not here."A flicker of silver glinted in the darkness. A sharp sting followed.Alice looked down. A thin red line bloomed across her forearm, blood trailing down in eerie silence. Her breath caught. Her heart thudded against her ribs, as though trying to break free.Where was she? What was happening?A harsh click of heels echoed behind her."You really thought you could beat us. You delusional bastard," Octavia sneered, stepping out from the shadows, dressed in all black, a smirk twisting her lips. "You thought your dead momm

"God, Alice."He groaned out loud. "I don't know how to explain the things you do to me."Her chest rose and fell as she turned slightly to face him, letting the red lace hug her curves. Her skin glowed under the flickering candlelight, golden and bare. Travis stared at her like he'd forgotten how to breathe. Slowly, with a knowing smile, she stepped toward him, her heels clicking softly on the floor."What do I do to you, exactly?" Her voice was low, teasing, almost wicked.Travis's throat bobbed. His eyes dragged up her body, pausing at the swell of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the smooth skin of her thighs. His fingers twitched at his sides like he was holding himself back."Everything," he said, voice hoarse. "You do everything."She reached for his shirt, fingers brushing each button with maddening slowness. One by one, she undid them, her gaze never leaving his. Her breath was steady, but her fingers trembled slightly as they reached his belt."You're nervous," he murmur