All Chapters of Loving The Billionaire Gone Wrong: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

The hall had fallen into a hush.The murmurs, the clicking of cameras, the shifting of chairs—everything stilled as every head turned toward the doorway.Isabel stood there, her hands clenched tightly by her sides, eyes glistening with tears. Her sharp and fierce gaze was fixed on David at the podium.David didn’t speak right away. He studied her in silence, his jaw set, his face giving nothing away.It was Isabel who broke it.“Tell me; how do you explain,” she repeated, “that a mother left her only child—her sick child she loved with all her heart, a boy who had suffered from a congenital heart condition—and fled the country? Is that even possible?”The moment Isabel had found out about David’s press interview, she knew she couldn’t stay away. The firestorm she had stirred online—those carefully timed posts, the emotional plea to the public—was finally paying off. She had forced him to finally come out and speak.And yet, as she stood there, watching him smear Allison’s name in fron

Emma stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself. She smoothed her blouse and took a deep breath.For days now, she had been preparing herself for this moment — a face-to-face conversation with David about Claire. No more sidestepping. No more waiting for the “right time.”This talk had been pushed aside too many times already. Ever since Allison and Isabel’s case had consumed everyone’s attention, it had been impossible to focus on anything else. Allison was still on the police’s wanted list, her face printed in newspapers and shown on late-night news reports. Isabel, on the other hand, had been sentenced to prison for attempted murder.Gradually, the chaos had faded into the background. Life was beginning to stitch itself back together. And then came the phone call from David: “We need to talk.”Emma had known right away.Before heading to meet David, she decided to stop at the hospital. Claire’s medication was running low, and Emma preferred picking it up herself. She also wan

Emma’s eyes widened when she saw blood running down David’s hand.She pushed her chair back and stood, moving toward him without a second thought.“David—”But before she could even reach for the napkin on the table, his other hand shot out and caught her wrist. His hold wasn’t rough, but it was firm enough to make her stop.He looked up at her, his gaze deep and sharp.“In your eyes,” he said slowly, “I may be an incompetent father… but Claire is my child. And I won’t let you take her away from me again.”Emma froze.“She’s my daughter too,” he went on. “She needs to be close to me. Not just for short visits or whatever you call it.”Emma’s lips parted slightly, but she didn’t speak.David’s eyes narrowed. “ And If you’re worried about Allison… or Henry… don’t be. Allison, Isabel, or any other woman—” his jaw tightened “—will never appear in front of you or cause any trouble again.”At the mention of Allison’s name, a sharp shift happened in the air. David's gaze flickered briefly, h

David’s phone suddenly buzzed in his pocket. It was Grandpa.He stood up and stepped a little to the side as he answered the call.“David,” he heard Grandpa's firm voice, “I need you to come back now. There’s something I must speak to you about. It can’t wait.”David straightened, sensing the urgency in his tone. “Alright, I’m on my way,” he said without hesitation.He ended the call and turned toward Christian.“I have to go,” David said. “Something’s come up, and I need to handle it.”Christian looked up briefly, nodding. David then called out toward the nearby bench where Henry was sitting with Claire, both of them giggling over something she had drawn on a piece of scrap paper.“Henry,” David said, beckoning him over. “We need to leave.”Henry’s smile faded instantly. “But… I want to spend more time with Claire,” he said softly, his eyes flicking to the girl beside him.David walked over and crouched slightly so he was at Henry’s level. “I know,” he said gently, “but I need to go

David sat in his car with the engine running but made no move to step out... not yet. He sighed; Grandpa had invited him to the house again.Their last conversation hadn’t gone as expected, but now here he was again, sitting in the driveway with conflicted thoughts.He exhaled slowly, and finally, he switched off the engine and walked inside.“Young Master,” Butler Alfred greeted with a respectful nod. “Old Master is waiting for you in the study.”David headed to the study and, when he entered, he froze. Sitting across from Grandpa was Christian.David’s expression darkened instantly. His gaze flicked from Grandpa to Christian. “What is going on here?”“David,” Grandpa said. “Sit down. We need to talk.”David remained standing for a moment before he finally pulled out a chair and sat across from them.Grandpa broke the silence. “This meeting is about Henry.”At once, David’s stomach tightened. He should have known. He should have known that Grandpa wasn’t one to give up when he had ma