All Chapters of Loving The Billionaire Gone Wrong: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Henry's condition had significantly stabilized, and though Emma had not been visiting the hospital as frequently due to the scandal that had already been contained, she still received regular updates. She had kept her distance inorder not drag the hospital in her private matters, focusing on work from home and trying to avoid unnecessary attention. But today was different. She needed to stop by the hospital to pick up a few things.As she stepped out of her office, she unexpectedly came face to face with someone she had not seen in a while—her father, Mathew.He had his hand raised to knock on the door before she abruptly opened the door as they stared at each other.Emma froze, her breath catching in her throat. He looked different, a little older, a little wearier. There was something in his expression that made her chest tighten, but she quickly pushed the feeling away.Before she could ask him what he wanted, he spoke first."Emma," Mathew spoke, his voice hesitant yet firm. "C

Mathew's voice immediately cut through the chaos. "Get Allison's inhaler immediately!" he shouted at one of the servants as he rushed toward Allison who was struggling to breathe.Servants scrambled in panic, rushing to get the inhaler, while Isabel knelt beside her daughter, crying hysterically. But amidst the concern and worry in the room, Isabel, as expected, turned her sharp accusations toward Emma."You did this, you witch!" Isabel sobbed, her voice shaking with rage. " Are you happy now?! Tell me! You want my daughter dead just because you couldn't stand the fact that Allison is happy, that she has a good life with David and Henry! You wanted to destroy her, just like you've always wanted to!"Emma scoffed, barely reacting to Isabel’s harsh words. She had long grown tired of her stepmother’s dramatic accusations. But when Isabel’s teary eyes locked onto her, her expression twisted with something even more venomous."Just like the swimming incident all those years ago!" Isabel co

Allison and Isabel stormed into their room angrily, their carefully crafted pretentious faces crumbling the moment the door shut behind them. Allison sat on the edge of her bed, fists clenched, while Isabel paced back and forth, her mind already working through the implications of what had just transpired downstairs.“That wench! She humiliated me,” Isabel spat angrily. “How the hell did she get your past medical records? I've lost my shares and position because of that stupid girl! Arrgh!”Allison, however, was too preoccupied with a more pressing concern. “I don’t care about that right now, Mother. What if Emma tells David about my medical reports? He doesn’t know I've had asthma since I was 7, and if he finds out, everything will be ruined.” Isabel paused mid-step, deep in thought. She really couldn’t allow Emma to keep disrupting their lives. Today, she'd made Isabel lose a lot; who knows what she probably had up her sleeves tomorrow?After a moment, Isabel let out a slow, deli

David stood frozen in the doorway, his sharp gaze locked on the scene before him. Emma, still pale and weak from her coma, sat upright in her hospital bed while Christian stood close…too close for David’s liking. From the angle he had walked in, it looked as if Christian had been leaning in toward Emma, hugging her intimately, their bodies inches apart. A slow, simmering anger built in David’s chest. His fists clenched at his sides as he took a step forward, his voice cutting through the tense silence. “What the hell is going on here?!”His eyes, burning with fury, locked onto Christian, who remained irritatingly composed.Emma parted her lips, about to speak, but before she could utter a word, Christian gently placed a hand over hers, his touch light yet possessive. “Don’t stress yourself, Emma,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost affectionate. “Let me handle this.”The way he said it—so effortlessly intimate—made David’s vision blur with rage. His hands, already curled into f

The fire escape room was dimly lit, the air inside thick with tension between the two men who now stood facing each other. David was the first to speak, his voice sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. “What do you want with Emma?” he demanded, his gaze fixed on Christian. If looks could kill, Christian would already be buried six feet under from the intensity of David's glare. It felt as if he were in an interrogation room, accused of a serious crime.Christian arched a brow, surprisingly unfazed by David’s aggressive stance.“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” David stepped forward, closing the distance between them, his eyes dark and probing. “It is my business,” he countered. “Emma and I—” “Are nothing,” Christian interrupted smoothly, his voice calm, unbothered. “You both have nothing to do with each other. You clearly made sure of that five years ago.” David’s jaw tightened, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “I’m not going to ask again