All Chapters of The Price of His Betrayal : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The storm outside was mild compared to the one brewing in Christian’s chest. The blinds were half-drawn, allowing dull grey light to spill across the floor of his office. The clock on the wall ticked, each second a quiet reminder of how much time had passed, and how far he’d fallen behind. Christian sat behind his desk, his posture stiff, arms crossed over his chest like a soldier holding the last line of defense. His eyes were cold, distant, not with grief, but with calculation. His once pristine suit was slightly wrinkled, his collar loose, but none of it mattered now. His mind was elsewhere. John stood across from him, arms folded, his expression lined with quiet concern. He had been watching Christian unravel for months, but this wasn't the heartbreak he was witnessing. This was something darker. Something quieter. And far more dangerous. “She’s not coming back, Christian,” John said, his voice heavy but calm. “You’ve tried everything. The rumors. The press. Even stirring u

Adrian stood frozen for half a second, his chest heaving like a caged animal about to tear through its restraints. His jaw clenched so tightly a vein pulsed at his temple, and his eyes, wide, bloodshot, trembling burned with something primal. Then he exploded.With a roar that tore from the depths of his soul, he snatched the paper again, his hands trembling with fury. He ripped it to shreds, violent, frantic, flinging the pieces like ashes into the air."NO!" he bellowed.Blood streamed down his knuckles from where he'd crushed his hand against the edge of the table earlier, but he didn’t feel it. Couldn’t. The pain in his body was drowned out by the fire raging in his chest. All he could feel was rage, hot, feral, and laced with a helplessness that terrified him."This bastard took our baby!" His voice was raw now, cracking under the weight of the words. “OUR BABY!”His face contorted, brows drawn so tightly it looked like they’d fused, lips curled back in anguish, teeth gritted lik

The room had gone still.The only sound was the uneven breathing of Crystal as she cradled the phone against her chest, her lips trembling, tears still streaking down her cheeks.Adrian slowly reached out and took the phone back, his voice controlled but cold with fury. “You’ve made your point, Christian. Now bring him back.”On the other end, Christian gave a low chuckle.“Adrian, Adrian,” he said, drawing out his name like it amused him. “I’m not a wicked person, you know. You sound like I’m out here trying to kill him or something.”“Then why?” Adrian bit out, jaw tightening.“I just wanted time with my son,” Christian said simply. “My biological son. You understand that, right?”Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “He’s not a possession, Christian. He’s a child, an innocent child. What gives you the right—”“Right?” Christian interrupted, his voice now deeper, more sinister. “You’re asking me what gives me the right to be with my own flesh and blood? You’re raising him like he’s yours. Postin

The driver stopped the car just a few feet away from the rusted gate. Adrian opened the door slowly and stepped out into a chilling quietness. He looked around, the surrounding area was nothing like Christian had described. There were no signs of a quiet cabin or countryside retreat. Instead, before him stood a dust-covered, forgotten storehouse, surrounded by overgrown weeds and broken bricks.The walls were stained with time, peeling paint, faded graffiti, shattered windows barely holding onto their frames. It looked like a place people came to forget, not to meet.Adrian narrowed his eyes and took a few cautious steps forward. The thick silence of the place screamed at him louder than any words. He walked around the side and found the main door slightly ajar. It creaked on its hinges as he pushed it, the sound echoing eerily in the open void within.A sharp musty smell greeted him — old wood, rust, and decay. The air was thick with dust, swirling visibly through rays of sunlight t

Tears streamed down Crystal’s cheeks as she screamed again, this time more broken than angry. “How much did he pay you?! Huh?! How much?!” She raised her hand again, but a police officer gently held her wrist, pulling her back.“Ma’am, please…” one of them said softly. “Let us handle this.”Crystal trembled as she pulled her arm away, but her eyes stayed locked on Marianne, who now dared to speak.“I didn’t hurt the baby,” Marianne said hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I just delivered the child to him. That’s all. I swear.”“Then where is my baby now?!” Crystal cried.“I don’t know!” Marianne cried out desperately. “I don’t know where he is now! It’s been two days. He didn’t tell me anything else. I swear I don’t—”“You better start talking, Marianne!” one of the female officers barked. “Everything you know. Right now.”Marianne hesitated. Her lips trembled. Then her voice cracked again.“He… He gave the baby to someone. A worker. Said it was a private person he t