All Chapters of The Billionaire's 200-Day Bride : Chapter 81 - Chapter 88

The sound of the tap rushing could be heard as Fred washed his hand. Rachael sat up weakly on the bed. A different look flashed in her eyes, something undecipherable. She grabbed a glass vase nearby and on a whim, shattered the vase against the wall.The sound of the broken glass immediately pulled Fred out of the bathroom. His eyes widened when he saw her holding a piece of the broken glass."What are you doing?" He muttered under his breath."I'm tired. I'm done playing this game. I can't," she muttered in tears, bringing the piece of glass to her neck."Rachael, please calm down. Don't do anything you would regret. Rachael," Fred tried to coerce her."I pray you rot in hell," she muttered and immediately brought down the glass, stabbing herself on the tummy."Rachael!" Fred screamed out.Rachael's eyes went wide as blood gushed out of the wound on her tummy. She collapsed to the bed."Rachael!" Fred rushed to her and immediately uncuffed her hand from the headboard.He cupped her

Rachael's heart pounded violently in her chest, each step a battle against her failing strength. Her breath came in ragged gasps, vision blurring as pain clawed up from the gash in her abdomen. But she couldn’t stop. Not now. Alexis and Brandon were waiting. She had to escape before Fred discovered Sandra’s lifeless body.The mansion was eerily quiet. Fred had no guards—just himself, Rachael, and the woman who now lay dead. Her blood stained the floor; Rachael’s hands trembled with the weight of it.She pressed her palm harder against her bleeding side, staggering through the long marble hallways. Her eyes darted across every corridor, every door, seeking salvation. Fred had kept her locked away like a secret, never allowing her to explore. Now the mansion felt like a maze, cold and unfamiliar.After minutes of desperate wandering, she found the staircase and dragged herself upward, each step sheer agony. The rooftop beckoned. From there, maybe—just maybe—someone would see her.The do

The venue was grand and luxurious. A red carpet stretched across the entrance, crowded with reporters and flashing cameras. Celebrities, CEOs, and other influential figures made their entrance, each clad in elegant attire. Though masked, many were still easily recognizable.A sleek black car pulled up at the curb. One of the bodyguards stepped forward and opened the door. The camera lights intensified the moment William stepped out. His blonde hair was neatly styled, adding to the princely charm he naturally exuded.He extended his hand, and Jessica stepped out gracefully, looking nothing short of breathtaking."Mr. Newman!""A word, please?""Mrs. Newman, is it true you're working on a new film?"Reporters bombarded them with questions, but Jessica simply offered a polite smile and waved before the couple made their way into the venue hall.Inside, soft and elegant music played in the background as the guests mingled and conversed.“Mr. Newman, it’s so nice to see you,” Stephen greet

“M–Mommy?” Brandon’s voice cracked with emotion as he stared in disbelief at Rachael, who was sitting up in her hospital bed, a weak but warm smile gracing her lips.“I’ll take my leave,” the nurse said softly, sensing the emotion in the room. She quietly exited, giving them privacy.Though Rachael looked pale and fragile, her eyes sparkled with joy. “Mommy!” Brandon cried and immediately ran to her, throwing himself into her arms. He sobbed into her chest, his small hands clutching her gown.“I missed you so much, honey,” Rachael whispered, her voice trembling as she held him tightly, trying to fight back her own tears.The days she’d spent in captivity with Fred had been the darkest of her life. The fear, the helplessness, the constant dread, it had nearly broken her. But this moment: this simple, pure embrace with her son was worth surviving for. Her heart felt whole again.“Promise me, Mom,” Brandon said, hiccupping between tears. “Promise me you’ll never leave me again.”Rachael