Lahat ng Kabanata ng 'TIL DECEIT DO US APART: BILLIONAIRE'S PRETEND BRIDE : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

A gentle and very cool evening breeze flowed through the open windows of Lena’s parents’ house, carrying the comforting and soothing scents of freshly and just brewed tea and dinner cooking on the stove. The home was peaceful and cool, filled only with the quiet conversations of her parents, who sat in the small, inviting living room, it was indeed a peaceful view. Mr. Duke, seated in his wheelchair, holding a hot cup of tea with his fragile weak fingers. Despite the toll of age and illness, his mind remained sharp with life. Beside him, Mrs. Duke smiled as they reminisced and talked about Lena’s childhood, remembering her stubbornness and determination when she was really young. But their tranquil and really peaceful evening was abruptly interrupted when the telephone rang, brushing through the peaceful atmosphere like a time bomb. Mrs. Duke frowned, putting her cup down and standing up to answer, surprised to receive a call at such a late hour. “Hello?” she said as she picked

Lena dashed out of the Josh Empire Headquarters, almost falling down because of her teary and blurry eyes, her legs unsteady and shaking as she pushed through the nice glass doors with fury and anger inside her. The cold air brushed her face forcefully with ease, but it didn’t stop the tears from flowing freely from her eyes—hot, emotional tears spilling down her cheeks as she struggled to catch her breath. For the first time, Asher hadn’t stopped her, hadn’t issued a command, or grabbed her arm so hard. He simply let her leave without saying anything to her, which only made it worse. She felt completely isolated, left alone, truly alone, as if the world were collapsing around her and no one cared.Her sobs were loud and painful, the kind that felt like knives cutting into her throat. Bystanders on the street stared at her like some kind of beggar—some giving her space while others whispered to one another, saying something unknown, but she was oblivious to them. All she could pi

Lena fixed her gaze on Asher, studying him as if he were a puzzle to be solved, their eyes locked onto each other, and it felt as though time stood still in that moment. His warm, steady, and soft hands rested on her shoulders as his words, “I’m sorry, you’ve got to believe me,” hung in the air between them. Confusion twisted in her mind. Could he be lying? Was he manipulating her once more?Her heart ached from crying too much, her thoughts unstable, and she couldn’t comprehend if he was sincere or merely trying to prevent her from leaving the house for his selfish benefit. Yet, his expression appeared softer and sincere, as though he genuinely felt remorseful. But she had placed her trust in others before, only to be let down severely. What made this one different?Asher exhaled, loosening his grip slightly. “Listen,” he spoke quietly, “I’ll take you to see your dad tomorrow morning, okay? I’ll cover whatever expenses he needs. Just… don’t leave tonight.” He sounded exhausted,

That morning, Luca was up to no good. The night before, he had been sneaking around the house and overheard Asher talking to Jade about taking Lena to visit her parents because her father was seriously ill. It was a minor detail, but Luca quickly twisted it into something bigger and more interesting. He saw an opportunity to create a problem and intended to seize it immediately. With a wicked smile on his face, he grabbed his phone and called Angelica. She answered quickly, her tone already sharp with annoyance. “What do you want now, Luca?”He got straight to the point. “Just thought you’d want to know Asher's moved on with a new girl, more beautiful than you. He’s really happy and taking her to her parents today like a hero. Looks like he’s over you.” He threw in some embellishments about Asher being all lovey-dovey with Lena and making future plans with her—complete nonsense, but it sounded enticing to the ear.Angelica went silent for a moment before her anger erupted. “What

Asher was standing on the rickety, dirty porch of Lena’s parents’ home, when his phone buzzed in his hand, and Angelica’s name glared at him from the screen. He thought, "What the hell is going on? Why is she suddenly calling him?" He sighed deeply, frustrated, his thumb scrolling over the end call button. He didn't want to hear her voice, not now, not ever, not after the chaotic and stressful day he’d had, with his mind still filled with old memories and the view of the street. The phone continued to ring again and again, so he reluctantly pressed it to his ear. “What do you want?” he asked, his tone sharp and steady.“Where are you, Asher?” Angelica’s voice came through the air, filled with accusations and fury, as if she were looking for a confrontation.He rested against the porch railing, which creaked under his weight. “Why does it matter to you?” he answered coldly. He wasn’t in the mood for her drama today.She persisted. “Don’t play dumb with me,” she hissed. “I heard y