All Chapters of The Price of His Betrayal : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Christian stared down at her, his expression unreadable. But something inside him shifted. The cracks were showing. The storm wasn’t over but the wind had changed direction.Christian staggered backward as if the words had physically struck him. His chest heaved. His breath turned shallow. He blinked rapidly, trying to absorb the avalanche of truth that had just spilled from his mother’s lips.His eyes dark and stormy, searched Olivia’s trembling figure as though begging her to take it all back. His brows furrowed in disbelief. His lips parted, but no words came out. Just stunned silence.He placed a hand over his head, ruffling his hair in frustration. A tight sigh escaped his throat as he shook his head, slowly, then faster, like a man trying to shake off a nightmare.His handsome face, usually composed and commanding, was now lost in turmoil. Veins stood out along his neck. His jaw clenched. His whole frame, tall and broad, looked weighed down by invisible chains of confusion, betr

The sun hung gently in the sky over the vibrant city of New York, casting a golden glow across the bustling streets and towering skyscrapers. But tucked within the heart of the city was a quiet haven, a breathtaking aquatic glass dome nestled inside the renowned SeaLife Gallery. It shimmered under the light like a crystal orb, its transparent walls offering a surreal view of vibrant fish swimming freely in sapphire waters. The soft sound of water flowing beneath the glass bridges made the entire place feel like a fantasy far removed from reality.Crystal’s laughter echoed softly within the walls of the aquarium, blending like music with the graceful movements of stingrays and shimmering goldfish. Her face, radiant and glowing, looked more beautiful than ever. Her pale skin had gained a gentle hue again, her cheeks softly flushed, and her full lips stretched into a peaceful, bright smile that hadn't been seen in months.She wore a flowing ivory dress that gently hugged her baby bump,

The car eased to a stop outside the mansion's familiar gates, the tires crunching softly against the gravel driveway. Crystal sat still for a moment, her breath shallow, her fingers gently resting over the small rise of her belly. Her reflection stared back at her from the car window — tired eyes, but stronger now. Different. Changed.Adrian didn’t speak. He simply reached over, placing a hand gently on hers. She gave a small nod, gathering the courage she needed, then slowly stepped out of the car. The morning breeze kissed her cheeks, lifting the hem of her coat as she approached the gate.The security man, a familiar face from her youth, stood upright the moment he recognized her. “Good morning, Miss Crystal,” he said, his tone polite, laced with something almost close to reverence. “Welcome home.”She offered a faint, almost uncertain smile. “Thank you.”As the gates parted with a soft whirr, she stepped through, Adrian walking quietly behind her. The mansion stood just as she rem

The evening air was quiet, but Ilda’s heart was racing, not out of fear, but triumph. She stood by the large arched window of the guest lounge, speaking softly into the burner phone pressed against her ear. On the other end, Ethan’s voice came through, eager and energized.“I still can’t believe you pulled this off, Ilda. All of his properties? The house… the cars… the land documents? Everything signed over?”Ilda smirked, her eyes glinting. “Every last piece. He signed them himself without reading. The fool. Just like you said, emotional manipulation works better than a thousand threats.”Ethan laughed heartily. “You’re brilliant. I mean it. This calls for a big celebration, you’ve outdone yourself, woman.”She allowed herself a brief chuckle. “I just kept thinking about everything I suffered in that house. The humiliation. His precious Crystal. His arrogant mother. It gave me fuel. And now? The plan is done. The signatures are with me. He has nothing.”There was a pause. Then Ethan

The doors flung open with an eerie creak.A gust of silence blew through the mansion as Ethan stepped inside.Dressed in a long, black cloak that kissed the floor with each step, his figure towered over the room like a shadow cast from an ancient throne. His eyes were sharp, cold, and calculating. The coat hugged his shoulders with a regal arrogance, the fabric whispering secrets with every movement. His presence wasn’t just commanding it silenced breath, clenched fists, and froze time.He stood there for a moment, absorbing the scene the scattered papers, the tense faces, Olivia’s stunned expression, the lawyers and journalists whose jaws hung half-open. Then he walked straight to Ilda, calm and confident.“Don’t worry, baby,” Ethan said in a low voice as he reached her side, his tone smooth and steady. “Just calm down.”Christian, still standing amidst the chaos, let out a slow, sarcastic clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.“Well,” he said mockingly, eyes fixed on Ethan, “look who finally deci