Todos os capítulos de The Price of His Betrayal : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The house was eerily quiet as Olivia stormed down the hallway, her heels clicking against the polished marble floors, each step echoing in the emptiness. Her mind was racing, the fury inside her growing with every thought of Ilda’s audacity. She had just witnessed that woman mocking her, mocking her family, and she couldn’t take it anymore. Her fingers curled into fists, and she gritted her teeth as she walked faster, her breath sharp with anger.Just as she rounded the corner, her mind still clouded with rage, she suddenly collided with someone hard.“Ugh!” Olivia gasped, stumbling backward, but strong hands caught her, pulling her back before she could fall. She looked up, her face flushed with frustration, only to be met with a calm, unreadable gaze.“Robert…” she muttered, irritated, not even realizing it was him she had run into.His grip loosened, but he didn’t let go entirely. “Olivia, are you alright?” he asked, his voice low and surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to her bu

The soft glow from the vanity mirror lit Ilda’s room in a warm hue as she gently brushed her hair. She ran her hand down the sides of her body, her eyes locking on her slightly rounded belly reflected in the mirror. A quiet sigh escaped her lips.“I can’t believe I’m looking all big already,” she muttered, pulling back slightly and examining her figure. “This child is really putting on some weight on me.” She smiled a little to herself.Just then, two soft knocks came at her door.She blinked, rolling her eyes. “Oh, this chef in this house—always making me eat more because I’m pregnant. I just don’t understand them.” She muttered under her breath, standing from the stool with a reluctant stretch.She walked over to the door, flipping a strand of hair behind her ear just as she opened it—and froze.Standing there was Robert.His face was unreadable. Not angry, not cold, just... tight. Quietly serious.Ilda’s hand instinctively moved to close the door, but he placed his palm gently agai

The morning sunlight spilled through the tall curtains, casting golden beams over the room as Crystal slowly blinked herself awake. The sheets felt warm, and the air held a rare kind of peace. For a moment, she lay still, listening to the birds chirping just outside the window and the faint swish of tree branches swaying in the wind.Then, memories began to surface—soft, delicate ones wrapped in laughter and love.Her mother’s voice, singing in the kitchen while baking her favorite cake…Her father’s off-key birthday song every single year, just to make her laugh…The handmade birthday cards with little drawings…The feeling of being home.A faint smile curved Crystal’s lips as her fingers brushed against her small baby bump. She whispered gently to herself, her voice light as air, “I can’t believe I’m one year older today…”She let out a soft sigh, blinking away the sting that threatened to cloud her eyes. Just as she turned her face to the window again, the door clicked open. She tu

The sun barely pierced through the cloudy sky as Christian’s black car rolled into the private company garage. The tires came to a silent halt, and the door opened smoothly with the help of a security guard. Christian stepped out—his face carved in stone. The sharp cut of his black suit echoed authority, but his eyes were dim, as if weighed down by something heavier than fatigue.He adjusted the cuff of his shirt mechanically, his gold wristwatch flashing briefly under the dull morning light. His walk was brisk and deliberate. The moment he entered the building, the atmosphere changed."Good morning, sir," a few employees greeted with half-smiles and nervous nods.He didn’t respond, just a stiff nod of acknowledgment. The elevator ride up was silent, the digital floor numbers blinking one by one until he arrived at the top.His secretary rose immediately from her desk. "Mr. John is waiting for you inside, sir."Christian gave a slight nod and walked into his office.John stood by the

The clock chimed softly from the corner of the Blake mansion’s expansive hallway as the evening shadows crept longer against the marble floor. The soft glow from the crystal chandelier bounced off the glassware neatly arranged on the dining table, where Robert and Ilda sat, casually picking at their dinner. A few maids shuffled quietly in the background, pouring drinks and ensuring everything was in perfect order.Ilda, dressed in a sleek satin wrap dress that shimmered under the light, twirled her fork with a distant smirk playing at the corner of her lips. She leaned in closer to Robert, who was telling her something in a hushed tone, a glass of wine in his hand.Just then—SLAM!The front door burst open with a thunderous bang, echoing like a gunshot across the hall.Everyone froze.Robert’s hand paused mid-air, his fork hovering just above his plate. Ilda sat up straight instantly, the smirk on her face vanishing. Even the maids stilled, casting each other uncertain glances.Heavy