All Chapters of Betrayed but Married to a Disabled Billionaire : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“I’m just working part-time, Grandpa. At an old friend’s place,” Arabella said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. They were still standing in the hospital lobby after visiting Edwin, who was still lying weakly on the hospital bed.Hans raised an eyebrow. “Part-time? Where at?”Arabella offered a faint smile. “A small boutique. Belongs to a friend from school. I’m just helping out. Not every day. Just… to pass the time.”Hans nodded slowly. There was no suspicion in his eyes. “I thought you’d be more drawn to social work or education, with how you treat people. But a boutique’s nice too. A world of color and creativity, huh? Why don’t you open one of your own?”“Oh, I haven’t really thought about that, Grandpa Hans. But… that’s actually a good idea,” Arabella replied quickly, though guilt was already weighing heavy on her chest. She deliberately didn’t mention that she was actually working full-time there—designing window displays, handling sales records, even cleaning the

Arabella and Harry arrived at the mansion just as night fell. The garden lights glowed softly, bathing the lawn in a golden hue. As Arabella stepped out of the car, the butler was already waiting by the door, bowing respectfully.Without a word, Arabella headed straight to her room to freshen up before dinner.In the dining room, the table was set to perfection. Warm soup, tender steak, and fresh salad—all laid out flawlessly. Though still a bit awkward, Arabella took her seat across from Harry. The atmosphere felt different that evening—quieter, less tense than usual.Hans Anderson’s presence somewhat lightened the mood.“Eat a lot. You look completely worn out,” Harry said, scooping soup into his bowl.Arabella paused, slightly surprised by his words. Had this cold-hearted man just... shown her concern?A small smile tugged at her lips. Such a simple gesture, and yet it warmed her heart.“Thank you,” she replied shyly.Harry glanced at her. There was something different about her to

In the quiet corner of the mansion’s backyard garden—where lavender bloomed in thick, fragrant clusters and the breeze stirred the leaves with a lazy grace—two figures stood near an old tea table. Mr. Hans sat in silence, eyes trained on the steam rising from his porcelain teacup. Opposite him stood Jimmy, hands behind his back, his expression alert yet amiable.“So, how did she react?” Mr. Hans asked, not looking away from his tea.Jimmy inhaled slowly. “Just as you predicted, Sir. The potion had a strong effect on Lady Arabella. According to Dr. Tania… she kissed Master Harry. Multiple times.”Mr. Hans raised an eyebrow, a brief smirk twitching at the corners of his lips. “Good. Progress, at last.”“But,” Jimmy added cautiously, “Master Harry appeared… unaffected by Lady Arabella. He was too composed. Too aware.”Mr. Hans took a slow sip of his tea.“They’re both stubborn,” he muttered. “Even after all my preparations, they still act like two magnets turned the wrong way—refusing to

“Are you sure you don’t want to eat first?” Harry’s voice sounded worried as Arabella took off her shoes at the door. She had just returned from her father's house, and her face looked more exhausted than usual.“Not hungry,” Arabella replied briefly, placing her bag on the table. Her eyes were blank. There was a wound that hadn’t healed, and Harry could feel it.In his wheelchair, he followed her to the kitchen and handed her a cup of warm tea. “Lavender. They say it helps you relax.”Arabella accepted the cup but didn’t drink it right away. “I really don’t get it, Harry. They can still sleep peacefully in that house, as if nothing ever happened. When Dad almost died because of someone’s doing.”Harry sat across from her, his eyes observing Arabella as she started rubbing her temples. “Helena is still in denial?”“She even hugged Dad. As if she’s the most devoted daughter in the world. I’m sick of it.” Arabella placed the teacup on the table, her tone rising. “I’m sure she planned so

There was a soft knock on the door.Arabella turned just as Harry walked in, holding a folder thick with documents. His expression was grim.“Bella,” he said quietly, “I just got word from my contact. Adam’s not backing down. He’s approaching one of your father’s trusted directors—Mr. Johan.”Arabella’s hands clenched. “He’s using an insider to infiltrate us?”Harry nodded. “I suspect he’s trying to take you down from the inside. Maybe through tampered financial reports or manipulated operational data.”Arabella stepped closer, locking eyes with him. “Are you sure?”“I am. And there’s more.” Harry opened the folder and revealed photos taken from surveillance—Adam was seen meeting someone in the parking lot of the corporate building. The man’s face wasn’t unfamiliar to Arabella.“Mr. Johan…” she whispered. “He helps compile our annual performance report.”“If he falsifies data, it could make the company appear as if it’s in financial trouble. That gives Adam grounds to claim shares, us