Semua Bab Loving The Billionaire Gone Wrong: Bab 261 - Bab 270

Present Day... Maureen was already fuming. What was taking so long? She had been locked up in this miserable room for hours. Maybe even four, five hours? She couldn’t tell anymore. The small square window up above the wall let in a dull orange glow, which told her it was already evening. That meant she had spent all her day in this disgusting, mold-infested space. "Ridiculous," she muttered to herself, pacing again. Her heels clacked loudly against the tiled floor. They were killing her feet, but she had refused to take them off. Who knew what kind of bacteria lived in this ugly excuse of a room? Taking them off wasn’t even an option. Maureen couldn't help but wonder—why would a billionaire like David bring her to such a place? Certainly, he could afford to put her in a more decent room, or even a penthouse while she waited for her family… Why did it have to be such a stinky place? She stared at the door again. Nothing. "Where is my father's rescue team? What the hell are

Sophie sat behind the wheel of her car, parked just outside the police station. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as she stared at the building in front of her. It had been days since David had told her everything — about Gavin’s involvement in Emma’s kidnap, about how he had used her, and most painfully, about how he had never truly loved her.The truth had hit Sophie like a slap across the face. At first, she refused to believe it. Gavin? The man she had given her heart to? No, he couldn’t have done that.But denial didn’t last forever. The facts were too clear, too heavy. And when she finally accepted them, the guilt nearly crushed her. She had trusted him, told him things… private things about Emma, not knowing that she was handing over information to the enemy.For days, Sophie could barely sleep. Her chest felt heavy. But when she opened up to Mathew, he listened without judging. He reminded her that Gavin’s sins weren’t hers. Slowly, Sophie realized she couldn’t live

“It’s Allison,” Isabel said quickly. “I haven’t been able to reach her for days. Her line's been off. I think David has something to do with it. I’m worried, Mathew. Something feels very wrong.”Mathew didn’t interrupt her. He just stood there, arms folded, watching her speak with wide, anxious eyes. Of course, he already knew that Allison was missing.David had told him what he and Christian had done to her—how they made Gavin not mention anything about her involvement with Emma's kidnap in court, and how she was currently being detained, punished, and locked up by Christian. They didn't want her just locked up in prison... it would be too easy for her. Mathew had silently given his approval. To him, he still felt that David was too lenient towards Allison, but knowing that Christian was involved, he was reassured that Allison would pay dearly. Now, looking at Isabel's distressed face, there was no sympathy in him. If anything, he felt irritation… even contempt. A part of him wishe

Emma’s heart pounded as the figure by the door slowly walked toward her. Her breathing grew shallow, and for a brief moment, fear wrapped tightly around her chest. But as the figure stepped into the light and his face became clear, Emma gasped and exhaled sharply.“Christian! You scared me!” she whispered, a weak smile curling on her lips as she rested back against her pillow.Christian’s lips curved into a small, apologetic smile. "I’m sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to startle you. I saw Sophie outside, and she said she went out to get something for you. When I came in, I thought you were asleep. I didn’t want to disturb you."Emma nodded slowly, still catching her breath. The tension in her body eased as she looked at him.Christian moved closer and pulled a chair beside her bed. “How are you feeling?”Emma gave a faint nod. “Much better now. A bit weak, but… better.”Her eyes suddenly became distant and dropped for a moment before lifting again to meet his.“Christian… I really thou

The automatic doors of the emergency room burst open as paramedics rushed in, pushing a stretcher at full speed. On it lay unconscious and bloodied Claire—small and fragile, her face pale, and her head wrapped in blood-soaked gauze. The white hospital lights made the blood stains on her clothes even more horrifying.Grandpa ran beside the stretcher with the help of his butler, his face stricken with fear and disbelief. His usually calm eyes were wide with panic, and his hands trembled uncontrollably. Sarah was close behind, her face streaked with tears, her clothes stained with Claire’s blood. Grace also followed quickly, her eyes filled with tears as she kept mumbling words of prayer for little Claire.The hospital was chaotic. Doctors were shouting instructions while nurses rushed past, wheeling medical equipment. It was noisy, fast, and tense."Make way! Trauma case coming through!" one of the nurses called."We need the ER ready now! Code red!" a doctor yelled.Grandpa tried to ho