All Chapters of The Billionaire's 200-Day Bride : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"M–My mother?" Jessica stuttered with wide eyes.Her nanny had something to tell her about her mother? What if it was the answer to all the questions she'd been asking herself?The nurse nodded and began searching through her files before pulling out a sheet of paper."Here is the address," she said.Jessica took it and stared at it. A smile crept up her lips as a look of determination flashed through her eyes."Thank you, ma’am. I need to go. Have a lovely day," she said and left immediately.She needed to act fast before Leon found out. Getting into her car, she handed the paper to her chauffeur."Take me to that address," she muttered.The chauffeur nodded and drove off immediately.___Evan's car came to a halt in front of Amara’s home.Amara gazed at the house, which felt so familiar yet so estranged to her. A sigh escaped her lips.Her gaze turned back to Evan."We're here," Evan said, smiling awkwardly."Yeah..." Amara muttered, picking at her nails nervously as butterflies flu

Jessica’s fingers trembled against the keyboard as the final seconds of the video ticked away. Her breathing grew shallow, ragged.Had she really just watched her own mother being ruthlessly murdered… by her father?She shook her head slowly, eyes wide in disbelief. No. No, that couldn’t be right. That wasn’t possible... was it?Her father was cruel—she had always known that. Cold, calculating, and more than capable of committing atrocious acts for his own gain... She witnessed it when she saw him kill one of his men during their meeting. But never, not even in her darkest thoughts, had she imagined he could go this far. That he could kill his own wife. Her mother.“Miss Jessica, are you okay?” Hannah’s voice broke through the silence, laced with worry and disbelief.“We can pause if it’s too much—”“No.” Jessica’s voice cracked, but her resolve was firm. “Let’s watch the last video.”With trembling hands, she clicked on the final file in the folder.The screen flickered, and a new vi

Jessica slowly opened her eyes, only to squint them shut again as the brightness of the room stung her vision. It took a few seconds before her eyes adjusted to the light.It was already morning.Her eyelids felt heavy, weighed down by the emotional storm of the previous night. Her under-eyes ached, testament to the hours she’d spent crying. She stirred slightly, only to feel a firm hand wrapped around her waist, anchoring her to the bed.“Don’t move,” came William’s deep morning voice, husky and low in her ear. “Stay a little longer.”His voice reverberated through her, sending a pleasant tingle down her spine. Jessica smiled, surrendering to the warmth of his embrace and snuggling closer to his chest. His arms tightened around her instinctively, grounding her.If only every morning could begin like this—peaceful, safe, and filled with quiet affection.But reality was knocking.Today wasn’t just any other day.It was the day—the premiere of her movie. And yet, all she could think abo

Next Day...Jessica sat in the back seat, her phone resting in her lap, screen dark. She stared out at the skeletal trees, hands curled into fists inside her coat pockets. The lawyer was here. Somewhere in this remote clinic, hiding behind a false name and a crumbling brick façade. If they didn’t get him out tonight, Leon would.William sat beside her, dark-clad, his face half in shadow. In the front seat, Reed — his head of security — drove with one hand, the other resting on a holstered weapon.“You’re sure he’s inside?” Jessica asked, voice low.Reed nodded. “Room 312. He checked in under the name Edward Barron. We’ve got eyes on the hallway. No sign of Leon’s men yet.”Jessica exhaled, fogging the window. “Yet.”William glanced at her. “Once we’re in, stay behind me. Reed’s team will sweep the exits.”She gave a short nod. “I can handle myself.”“I know you can,” he murmured, “but tonight, let me handle it.”The SUV rolled to a stop behind the building. Reed killed the engine. Je

The auditorium buzzed like a hive. Reporters squeezed into rows of folding chairs, microphones clustered on the long wooden table at the front. Camera lights glared against polished floors. Outside, protesters held signs with Leon's name crossed out in red.Jessica stood behind the curtain, fingers digging into her palms. She drew in a steadying breath, squared her shoulders, and stepped onto the stage. Flashbulbs popped like fireworks. The roar of voices dimmed to a murmur as she took her place at the podium.“Good evening,” she said, her voice clear over the microphones. “My name is Jessica Newman.”A hush fell. Every camera swung toward her.“I’m here tonight to tell the truth about my mother, Janet Belles. Five years ago, she died under circumstances the police called 'fire accident'. That was a lie.”She paused, letting the words sink in. “It was murder. Planned and ordered by the man who was supposed to protect her — my mother’s husband, Leon Harrison.”Gasps rippled through th