The Rise of the Betrayed Billionaire's Ex-Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Elena, Nathan, and Sonia had just finished trying on several models of wedding dresses at their favorite boutique. A smile was still on Elena's lips, although her face looked a little tired."I like that last one. It fits you perfectly, Elena," Sonia said as she leaned back in the boutique's waiting chair.Nathan nodded as he checked his phone. "What Mommy said was exactly right. Even I was mesmerized."Elena chuckled softly. "You guys are really good at complimenting me.""Then let's go home now, shall we? You must be tired too," Nathan said as he grabbed Elena's small bag.But Elena hurriedly held back. "I'm not going home right away. I still have an online meeting with the overseas directors. They want to discuss the opening of new branches in Seoul and Tokyo.""Now?" asked Sonia, worried."Yes, the time can only be now. But relax, the meeting won't take long. An hour at most. I'll be meeting from my office at my boutique, just fifteen minutes away."Nathan nodded slowly, though hi

Meanwhile, elsewhere."Any word from the team combing the eastern harbor?" Nathan's voice sounded hoarse in the crowd.A bodyguard in a black suit shook his head. "Still nothing, Mr. Nathan. The CCTV there shows no sign of Mrs. Elena's whereabouts either."Nathan ruffled his hair in frustration. The man's eyes were bloodshot, his chin covered in a thin beard because he hadn't had time to shave. Tomorrow was supposed to be his wedding day to Elena-the big reception he'd been preparing for months. But now, he didn't even know if Elena was alive."How can my wife just disappear like that? There's no trace at all," Nathan muttered.A private detective, Rendi, approached carrying a folder full of notes."Our team has searched hospitals, airports, terminals, and several inns within a 50-kilometer radius," he reported quickly. "We've also asked all her close friends and family. Everyone says Mrs. Elena hasn't contacted anyone since two days ago."Nathan stared blankly ahead. "She can't have

The metal door opened with a creaking sound. Light from the hallway entered slowly into the stuffy basement. Elena lifted her face-wilted, tired, but still alert.Margaret's steps were clearly audible, the high heels of the middle-aged woman bouncing on the cement floor. In her hands were a brown folder and a bottle of water. Her hair in a neat bun, the woman's face remained stern."Have you had enough rest, Queen Elena?" Margaret asked calmly.Elena did not answer. Elena's gaze was still sharp.Margaret approached, placing the water bottle on the floor. "Have a drink. I know you're thirsty. It's been two days since you ate or drank. Do you want to die?""I won't drink a drop from your hand," Elena replied quietly but firmly.Margaret chuckled. "Still stubborn."The middle-aged woman sat on the metal chair in front of Elena, opened the folder and took out a thick sheet of paper."Asset transfer contract," she said casually. "If you sign here, everything will be done. I'll let you out o

The black SUV sped through the deserted streets towards the Lancaster family's old property. Inside, Nathan stared intently at the road, his hands clenched into fists."We'll be there in a minute," Iwan said from the front seat.Suddenly, the car in front of them slowed down. Nathan leaned out. "That's not Margaret's car!"Rendi immediately braked. "She must have just gotten there."Nathan didn't think twice. "Rendi, you and two others follow her. If possible, catch that woman. Don't let her get away.""Okay." Rendi signaled, and they split up. Rendi's car took a quick turn to follow Margaret's car, which turned onto a small road leading into the hills.Nathan stayed straight. "We're moving on. Elena must still be there."***Meanwhile, Margaret drove while occasionally looking at the rearview mirror. She had an uneasy feeling. Earlier she had forced Elena to sign the contract. She should be able to leave now.But for some reason Margaret's chest felt tight. Like something bad was goi

***In a dark and stuffy room, Damian sat on the floor with his hands tied behind his back. His clothes were shabby, his hair was disheveled, and his face was covered in bruises.The sound of party music could be heard faintly in the distance, making Damian's blood boil. "Elena is having a reception today?" the man muttered softly, full of anger. "I can't just leave it at that!"The rope around his wrists began to loosen. Damian continued to rub his hands against the edge of the wooden chair."I won't let Elena be happy," Damian hissed. "I'm the father of Elena's children. I should be Elena's husband, not Nathan!"It took twenty minutes for the bonds to finally break.Damian rose slowly, the man's body unsteady, but the look in Damian's eyes was blazing. He opened an old cabinet in the corner of the room, taking out a jacket, black hat, and sunglasses."That party... I'm going to make it a nightmare for Nathan."In Nathan's family's glass palace, the night was grand. Lights hung from