All Chapters of Sold Myself to My Husband’s Rival: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Julius’s POVThe air in my prison cell felt heavier after the interrogation. I sat on the cold, unforgiving bench, my elbows resting on my knees, my fingers woven through my hair. My world had crumbled in less than a week—and there was no one left to blame but myself.I had just closed my eyes when the guard called out.“You’ve got a visitor.”My heart jolted.For a brief second, I thought—no, I hoped—it would be Bella.Maybe, just maybe, she’d come to see me one last time. To tell me she hated me to my face. Or maybe not say anything at all. Just her presence would’ve meant something.I stood slowly, brushing off my jumpsuit, trying to steady the whirlwind in my chest.But when I walked into the visitation room, it wasn’t Bella.It was Paul.My breath caught. I stared at him, stunned, barely registering the fact that he wasn’t supposed to be here. Last I knew, Jesse had taken him. He’d vanished without a trace.“Paul?” I said, blinking as I stepped closer. “What are you doing here? H

Jesse’s POV"$1,000,000," I said, slow and final, lifting my paddle one last time.The room held its breath.Every eye flicked toward the bidder who had been antagonizing me for the past fifteen minutes—bit by bit, pushing up the price like it was a damn game. The masked man leaned back in his chair, silent. Then, with an almost theatrical shrug, he lowered his paddle.“Sold!” the announcer declared, a mix of relief and disbelief in his voice. “To Mr. Jesse Styles!”The audience burst into scattered applause, not for the necklace, but for the spectacle. The tension dissolved, but not in me.Bella turned to me, still gripping my arm. “You didn’t have to—”“I know,” I said, scanning the room. “But I wanted to.”Daniel whistled low. “That’s one hell of a statement piece.”“Wasn’t about the piece,” I muttered.He nodded. “Yeah. I figured.”We returned to mingling, but I stayed alert. My instincts were never wrong. Whoever that man was, he hadn’t come for diamonds. He’d come for disruption

I followed Jesse silently out of the courtroom. He didn’t say a word as he opened the car door for me, and I climbed in without hesitation, my fingers trembling in my lap.But once the door shut and the car pulled away from the curb, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.“Jesse, don’t do this,” I blurted out, my voice thick with desperation. “Let him stay in jail for ten… twenty… in fact, life imprisonment if you must—but don’t do that to him. Please.”He didn’t look at me. He kept his eyes straight ahead, jaw clenched.“You said you won’t interfere,” he muttered, voice sharp.“I know what I said,” I replied quickly, leaning toward him, “but Jesse… he’s lost his grandfather already. He’s lost everything already. At least leave him with his sanity. The torturous methods there are for people with the worst crimes imaginable. He really didn’t intentionally do it. Jesse, please…”He scoffed under his breath, finally glancing at me, but the look in his eyes was unreadable. Cold. Hardened. “You sa

“I actually have a child.”He didn’t sound excited. Not shocked. Just… amused.My breath caught in my throat, my heart thudding wildly in my chest. “Can you put the gun down?” I asked skeptically, my voice barely above a whisper, the fear making it tremble despite my best efforts to sound composed.He stared at me, still crouched at eye level, the barrel of the gun unwavering.“No,” he said without hesitation, his tone as cold as the steel in his hand. “Why would I trust your words? If you could cheat on Julius with me? There could be other men too.”I could feel my stomach drop at the venom behind his calm delivery.“I will let you live for now. But once I figure out you lied, you will die that day.”A chill ran through me, colder than anything I’d felt in that prison cell. It wasn’t just a threat—it was a promise.“I thought you loved me!” I screamed, tears starting to blur my vision. My voice cracked with desperation. “Why were you then helping me to destroy Bella all along? Why wo

In a dimly lit chamber buried beneath a forgotten estate, shadows danced along stone walls, flickering with the low orange glow of a single lantern swaying gently overhead. The masked man sat at the head of the long steel table, his fingers steepled beneath his chin, eyes glinting behind a sleek obsidian mask that reflected the candlelight like a mirror of menace.He tilted his head slightly as one of his subordinates approached him cautiously, hands behind his back, voice low and respectful.“Sir… Jesse is still trying to figure out who you are.”The masked man chuckled—a cold, humorless sound that echoed through the chamber like a sharp knife being dragged across glass.“Of course he is,” he murmured. “He would. It’s only natural. A man like him… I truly wouldn’t have wanted to become enemies with.”He leaned forward slightly, his voice gaining an edge of amusement that didn’t reach his eyes.“But he just had to fall for the wrong woman.”There was a pause. The silence thickened.An