Semua Bab ON THE BRUTAL BILLIONAIRE'S BED: Bab 131 - Bab 140

LANA When I heard this from Maximum, my confusion only deepened. Seeing the uncertainty on my face, he gently said, “Come with me, Lana.”Despite feeling weak and overwhelmed, I managed to get to my feet and follow him. He descended the staircase, which left me puzzled and questioning his intentions. Then he headed toward the door, prompting me to quicken my steps to catch up.“Where are we going?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mixture of anxiety and curiosity. I needed to know why we were leaving the house—to uncover the truth about my mother’s innocence.He turned to face me, his expression softening. “Lana, I promise I would never do anything to hurt you. Where I’m taking you is where you’ll find the truth. The reason I couldn’t stop your mother or change her fate is beyond me, but this will help you understand everything.”I stared at him, feeling conflicted. I didn’t know how I would react to the truth he was about to reveal. Should I trust him, or was I risking more pain?

When Madam Margret heard the news, she stared at me in shock and disbelief, unable to accept it.Doubt flickered in her eyes as she retorted, “How could that be? My mistress is so young—she wouldn’t die so easily. You’re lying to me, right?”Her expression had already changed, and her voice shifted as well. I could tell she was desperately clinging to the hope that Stella was still alive, rather than accepting the truth of her death.Maximum shot me a glance, and I immediately understood his message: he wanted us to take Madam Margret to Stella’s grave.I nodded in agreement. Then, Maximum softly said to her, “Let’s take you somewhere you can see your mistress.”The moment he said this, a wide smile spread across Madam Margret’s face. I could feel her happiness, even from a distance.Her reaction surprised me. It made me realize that Stella wasn’t as cold-hearted as I had thought. Perhaps the heartbreaks and betrayals she endured had hardened her, turning her into someone unrecognizab

LANAMy face changed drastically as I realized my dad had already grown suspicious during our sudden visit to the graveyard. I glanced at Maximum, who shook his head subtly, indicating I shouldn’t say the truth."We lived on the same street back then," I lied, forcing a casual tone. "She was a kind neighbor who always gave me snacks when I returned from school before she moved out of New York. She happened to run into me and my husband while we were shopping, and he asked to see my mother. I missed her too, so I brought her along."My dad didn’t say a word for a full minute, and I felt a flicker of nervousness—wondering if he’d uncovered the truth. But unexpectedly, he simply said, "When you’re back, come home. I want to see you.""Sure," I replied softly, then quickly hung up the phone, exhaling in relief. Maximum watched me thoughtfully.“Were you scared?” he asked softly.I nodded. “A little.”He smiled knowingly, and the car sped down the road. A few minutes later, we pulled over.

When my father heard the question, a bitter smile crept onto his face before he asked, "How did you find out the truth?"I paused for a few minutes, weighing my words, then retorted, "I didn't find out. When I listened to Madam Margaret recount what happened between you and Mom, and her maid years ago, I guessed the only person with a motive—someone who could have killed my mother—was you. I don’t see why Maximum would do that."My dad nodded slowly, as if accepting my reasoning.He then confirmed, "I did it. I ordered your mother’s death. Oh, she isn't really your mother—I’ve long since gotten used to calling her that."He took a deep breath, his expression clouded with sorrow. "But there’s a reason I did it. Stella lied about everything back then. She wasn’t the person I fell in love with. After I rescued Stella and your mother, I thought they were friends. I immediately fell in love with your biological mother..."I was taken aback by the sadness in Lionel’s eyes. At first, I thoug

LANAFaced with drunk Maximum and his loud, yelling voice inches from my face, I was paralyzed with fear.Feeling nervous and overwhelmed, I looked down. He suddenly reached out and grasped my right hand. His trembling voice broke my heart as he asked, “Why, Lana? Why did you keep hurting me?”I looked up into his face, noticing his bloodshot eyes and the tears brimming in them. Anxiety clenched my chest as I hurried to explain, “It’s not what you think, honey. It’s not true. Edward kept calling, and I thought he’d give up, but he didn’t. I just didn’t want him showing up at the house or at my school... and...”Before I could finish, he stomped his foot on the floor and shouted angrily, “Look at this, Lana! Take a good look!”My eyes dropped to the floor, and I was stunned. Scattered across the floor were photos—many of them suggestive. My heart sank as I realized, if I weren’t in the pictures myself, I might have thought I was kissing Edward.My face fell in shock, suspecting that Ed