All Chapters of Betrayed but Married to a Disabled Billionaire : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“You should take it,” Arabella said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.Harry hesitated for a second, then glanced at the screen of his phone before stepping out to the balcony. Just in time.The moment the glass door closed behind him, Arabella finally exhaled. Her hand rose to her cheek — she could still feel the warmth of his fingertips. Her heart was pounding like a warning bell and a silent wish, both at once.Was this just an escape? Or something deeper... something real?She didn’t have the answer. But one thing was certain — she wasn’t alone anymore.Harry came back minutes later, his expression darker.“That was one of my men,” he said. “They lost Johan’s trail. He took a sudden leave, and his phone’s dead.”Arabella sat up straighter. “You think he ran?”“Possibly. Or… he’s meeting Adam directly. I’ve already sent two people to track him down.”“I’ll go through his last reports,” Arabella said, already reaching for her laptop. “If he tampered with anything, I’ll know.”

Arabella stared at the termination agreement, emotions swirling inside her like a storm. The amount printed on the paper made her chest tighten—thousands of dollars. A figure she never imagined she'd have to pay just to quit a job. It felt like a trap. Guilt twisted inside her, but so did anger.“I don’t regret resigning,” she murmured under her breath, “but… why does it have to cost this much?”Carla looked at her, her expression calm but firm. “There’s not much we can do, Bella. It’s all in writing. You signed the contract.”“I know,” Arabella whispered, nodding slowly. “But back then, I didn’t fully understand what I was agreeing to. I didn’t think the consequences would be… this big.”Carla folded her hands on the table. “I get that this is hard for you. But those are the boutique’s rules.”Arabella exhaled deeply. “If I can’t pay it all at once… is there any other way?”Carla paused, then replied, “I don’t have the authority to make that call. But I can talk to management—maybe th

That night, after the chaos at the restaurant—the drama with Liana and all the emotions that had been stirred up—Arabella and Harry returned home as quietly as possible. They tiptoed past Grandpa Hans’s room, the door shut tight and the lights already out.As soon as they entered their room, Arabella softly closed the door behind them and leaned against it, holding her breath.“Congratulations,” she whispered. “We’ve escaped Grandpa’s radar. Again.”Harry, already sitting on the bed and loosening his jacket, turned to her with a faint smirk. “That man is like a fake-love detector. I’m sure he’s been suspicious since day one.”Arabella walked toward him. “But at least... nothing’s been proven yet. We’re safe—for tonight.”She sat on the edge of the bed, eyes drifting to the vanity mirror, where their silhouettes shimmered under the soft, amber glow of the bedside lamp.“I feel guilty,” she said quietly, almost to herself. “Because all of this started with a lie.”Harry reached out, his

Harry took a deep breath, as if gathering courage from the tightness in his chest. His eyes lingered on Arabella’s face, pausing there for a moment.“I want to terminate our marriage contract,” he said, his voice low and heavy.Arabella froze.Her pupils dilated, as if she'd just heard a sentence she never expected to receive that night.“What do you mean?” she whispered, her voice catching in her throat. Her chest began to warm—not from a hug or a touch—but from a creeping fear that slipped in uninvited.Harry lowered his gaze. His cold fingers gently brushed the back of her hand. “I don’t want there to be a contract between us anymore,” he continued. “I want... something real. A real marriage. No conditions. No boundaries.”Arabella still didn’t speak. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. She stared at Harry’s face, searching for signs of a lie or a cruel joke. But there were none. His face was sincere—more vulnerable than she'd ever seen it.“Harry…” Arabella’s voice wa

Inside a rented black sedan hidden behind an old building near the harbor district, Adam Anderson lit a cigarette with trembling fingers. His brown eyes stared blankly through the windshield, but his mind was in utter chaos.“Damn you, Harry…” he muttered under his breath, barely audible. “I should’ve taken you and Grandpa Hans down with me.”His phone vibrated suddenly. “Unknown” flashed on the screen. Adam picked it up immediately.“Is it done?” His voice was cold.“I’ve got your passport ready,” came the voice of a man on the other end. “But the cops are starting to post your face at the airport. You’ll need to escape by land.”“I can help you through a safer route, but you need to leave tonight.”Adam cursed under his breath. “I need time. I can’t leave the city yet... not until—”“Are you crazy? The police already spread your face everywhere. Anderson Corp has officially filed a report. If you stay, you’ll be in cuffs by morning,” the voice snapped. “You’ve been exposed—embezzlin