All Chapters of Nelson de Vedra: The Outcast Billionaire: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Like earlier, when I left the house, I walked out of Atty. Larson’s office, in a daze.Another puzzle was completed, but it left me with even more questions instead of answers.“Sir Nelson.” Jac gave my shoulder a light tap as we stepped inside the elevator. “Don’t be surprised why your grandfather gave Ms. Dorry company shares. It’s because he knows what happened between the two of you. He knows that Dorry was the woman you loved the most… but you hurt her deeply — and you didn’t even realize it.”I let out a dry, half-hearted laugh. I didn’t really care who my grandfather gave shares to—but what was his reason? Was that some sort of payment — a way to convince Dorry’s family to agree to our marriage? And did Dorry even know about the shares? Did she know the real reason behind our arranged marriage?This is driving me crazy. My head is a mess again. How am I supposed to focus? How can I stop my aunt and her evil plans if my mind is filled with nothing but questions? This is giving m

“Don’t you understand? You are not allowed to get in! Leave now!” my aunt’s secretary snapped arrogantly, blocking the way between me and Jac.I casually poked a finger into my ear. Her shrill voice was starting to give me a headache — it was so high-pitched I felt like I was going deaf.“You should be the one getting out of our way!” Jac growled, barely holding himself back from shutting her mouth permanently — the way her lips kept moving nonstop like a goat chewing grass was seriously getting on his nerves.“And who do you think you are to order me around? You don’t pay my salary,” she spat, jabbing her finger at Jac’s chest before turning her sharp glare on me. She crossed her arms and gave me the nastiest, most wicked smile I’d ever seen.“And you — who do you think you are to give me orders? Aren’t you just the product of your mother’s sin? From that slut of a mother of yours?”My fist clenched tightly. I almost lost it right then and there. My hand was already in the air, ready

Aunt Norma stood up with her head held high, but no matter how composed she tried to appear, the fury in her eyes betrayed her unease. Her steps were slow and deliberate—and when she finally reached the grand door, she turned and cast one last deadly glare. Her eyes burned with defeat and seething rage, her pride refusing to crumble completely. The sharp click of her heels against the marble floor echoed through the room — the sound of her bitter retreat.I couldn’t help but smile.Anyone watching her would probably think she still had the upper hand — like she was still the one calling the shots, still the most powerful person in the room. But I knew better. That was the look of a woman who had just lost control — and the fire in her eyes wasn’t just anger. It was a warning. A promise of revenge. I needed to stay sharp.After Aunt Norma’s quiet, heavy departure, the rest followed like drenched chicks trailing after their mother hen. Shoulders hunched, heads bowed, not one of them cou

((Nelson))After I softly whispered Dorry’s name, all I got in return were her wide, tear-filled eyes. It was like my whole body turned to stone—I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. My brain struggled to process what I had just heard.The words Dorry said... “I’m the reason we lost our baby.” Words I heard clearly, like a bomb exploding right in front of me. These are words I never imagined I would hear in my entire life.It was enough to shatter my sanity. That wasn’t what I wanted to hear from her—not now, not ever. Why is fate so cruel to me? Why can’t I catch a break? Was I born to carry problems on my back? Life like this is just... exhausting.I was so happy just minutes ago. I was so excited on my way here, carrying the gift I bought for Dorry—a set of pearl jewelry. That was why I was late to pick her up. I thought it would be a perfect symbol of my love and loyalty to her. But now, I don’t even know if I should give it to her anymore.A gentle squeeze on my shoulder snapped me

I woke up in a cold hospital room, the steady beeping of the heart monitor reminding me of everything that happened last night—the dark road I was walking, the blinding headlights of the car, and the faceless man who struck my head."Ahh…" I groaned softly, squeezing my eyes shut as a wave of pain pulsed through my head. I held my throbbing temple, the ache matching the beat of my heart—still aching, still tight in my chest.Once the pain subsided a little, I slowly opened my eyes and moved, cautiously letting my gaze roam around the cold room I was in.A bitter smile crossed my lips when I saw Diego."Bro..." I called out weakly to my friend, whose face was buried in the edge of my hospital bed."Bro!" He rubbed his eyes groggily at my voice and immediately grabbed my hand as if startled awake.I gave him another weak smile. I remembered when he was the one confined in the hospital—I had been just like this, sitting by his bedside, patiently watching over him, waiting for him to wake