บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's secret children: บทที่ 491 - บทที่ 500

The responsibility. The burden. The guilt. Everything would be transferred to Ethan.The plan solidified in his mind, cold and perfect. Ellijah stood up, his movements precise, and went up to his room. Disposable gloves. A pre-written suicide note. Her personal seal. The tools of his final masterpiece.But in the basement, the darkness was receding.Camila Ayres emerged from the fog, her head throbbing. The strange environment, the humidity, the cold... and then, something that didn't fit. The door. It was ajar. A glimmer of hope in the darkness.An illusion, she thought, her mind still clouded by the drug.She blinked, forcing her eyes to focus. No. The door was really open.With a monumental effort, she dragged herself along, using the wall for support, her body trembling, fear a metallic taste in her mouth. Each step was a victory.That's when his footsteps sounded on the stairs.Ellijah came down, the tools of death hidden in his pocket. A

The news spread quickly, like wildfire across a dry field. As soon as Matthew heard, he showed up, his eyes filled with the same concern that haunted Victoria. The company was welcome; loneliness was becoming too heavy a burden.They chose a quiet table at a restaurant near Carson Tower. The noise of the outside world seemed distant, muffled by the bubble of tension between them.Matthew poured her a glass of lemonade, a simple gesture that failed to mask the urgency on his face.“I heard Ethan got himself into trouble. Again. Is it true?”“Yes. News travels fast,” she sighed, the ice clinking in the glass.“What's going on?” he insisted. The versions that reached him were a kaleidoscope of disasters: Ethan had committed a crime. Ethan was about to be arrested. Ethan had fallen into a trap. The confusion led him to her.“It's all my fault,” the confession came out like poison, bitter and painful. Her ambit

In the parking lot, Victoria didn't get into the car. Instead, she crouched down beside the door, her body shaking with sobs that were partly a brilliant performance and partly the release of unbearable tension. He reached her, breathing slightly ragged. Seeing her there, so broken, made his heart twist with a sick, possessive pleasure. He crouched beside her, his voice a poisonous balm. "Don't cry, Victoria. He's not worth your tears.Victoria. No longer Mrs. Carson. The barrier had fallen. She continued to cry, allowing him to come closer, to enter her space.“You should feel lucky you saw his true colors,” he continued. “He doesn't deserve you. He's a playboy!”“Please stop, Mr. Daniels. I... I'm very sad,” she whispered, her voice muffled.“I know. But you need to see the truth,” he said, taking a linen handkerchief from his pocket. “Victoria, you deserve a better man. Someone who truly lo

A beautiful future, within his reach. The sight of Victoria's desolate face the night before was enough to dispel the fog of suspicion. Ethan's charade... didn't matter. What mattered was the crack that had opened in the wall surrounding her. A crack he intended to break through.“Mr. Danniels, do you need anything else?” Her voice pulled him back, carefully calibrated to sound fragile.“I just wanted to see how you were doing,” he said, his voice soothing. “By the way, do you have any inspiration for the contest yet?”“Yes, I do.”“That's good. I'm sure you'll win,” he said, a soft, possessive light in his eyes.Victoria pretended to wipe a tear with the back of her hand, a performance of vulnerability.“Mr. Danniels, you're right. I can't be depressed.”“I'm sure you'll get through this.”She looked up at him, her eyes liquid and pleading. The

The seed of doubt had been planted. Was Victoria's sadness... real? For a moment, Elijah questioned everything.“I wasn't pretending,” Vanessa's voice was cold, cutting through the quiet of the hospital. “But aren't you afraid I'll tell Victoria what you did to me?” She rose from the examination table, her movement deliberate, defiant.A humorless smile touched Ellijah's lips. “Go ahead. Do you have any proof? Besides, she needs me right now. Do you really think she'd be angry?” The disdain in his voice was absolute. He was untouchable.Vanessa had never met a man so brutally cold. Without another word, she turned and left.That afternoon, back at JB, Victoria's phone rang. It was him. Jackson's voice was a restrained storm on the other end of the line. “I told you to stay out of this, Victoria. He's a lunatic.”“It's my mess. I can't just ignore it,” her voice thick with regret. “I