Semua Bab Sold Myself to My Husband’s Rival: Bab 111 - Bab 120

I walked forward to her, my steps slow but deliberate. The air between us was thick with hate, years of betrayal and twisted agendas hanging over us like a storm cloud about to break.“I know you’re pregnant,” I said coldly, staring her straight in the eye.She shrieked, her body jolting as if the words physically struck her.“Do you really think I wouldn’t hurt you because of the fact that you are pregnant?” I stepped closer, voice laced with venom. “You’ve already framed me once before for murdering your child. I don’t mind being blamed for doing it for real this time around.”She paled, but I didn’t care. My rage was deeper than her fear.Behind me, I heard Jesse’s voice—tight, controlled.“Push me out, Jesse. I’m done seeing her silly face.”Without a word, Jesse stepped between us. His hand found my arm—not harshly, but firmly—and he turned me around.He guided me gently but insistently back to my hospital room. The tension in his silence was louder than a scream. As soon as we e

Declan followed close behind, brows drawn low. He still didn’t fully believe it—but his eyes told me he wanted to.“Give me a shovel,” I said. “And get me a few more men to assist.”He looked startled. “Miss, you shouldn’t be doing hard labor in your condition.”“I’m not asking,” I said softly. “Just point them to me.”Declan hesitated.Then nodded.Within minutes, two more men joined us. They looked younger—possibly new recruits—but the moment Declan barked an order, they obeyed without question.I pointed at the exact spot beneath the tree. “There. Dig there.”The first shovel hit the dirt with a thud.Then the next.I watched silently as they worked. Every slice of earth peeled back more of the past.And then—after twenty long minutes—the metal edge of the shovel hit something solid.A small, rectangular box.Old. Rusted at the corners. But still intact.One of the men looked to Declan.Declan stepped forward, knelt beside the hole, and lifted the box carefully.He wiped the dirt f

Kael nodded sharply. “You’ll have it within the hour.”Declan looked at me as if seeing a different woman than the one who arrived earlier—no longer lost, or grieving, but commanding.Kael led me through the inner gates of the stronghold. It was another world within the estate—a command center hidden beneath beauty. Stone stairwells, reinforced steel doors, old retinal scanners from decades ago now flickering back to life with my presence.He opened a heavy metal door to a large room—part war room, part memory.Walls covered in maps.A central table glowing with a 3D hologram of the region.Weapons racks. Surveillance monitors. Files.This was my father’s mind—preserved.I walked inside slowly, touching the edge of the table. My reflection shimmered across the digital surface. My hand trembled as I laid the seal in the center.It fit perfectly in the seal reader embedded in the console.The system lit up.A soft voice echoed through the room: “Alaric’s heir… access granted.”I closed

“I’ll be traveling to Dexy City soon,” I told him. “You’ll remain here. Second in command. Make sure everything continues running as we’ve arranged.”Kael nodded once. “As you wish.”“But before I go,” I added, looking him in the eye, “I want you to do something for me.”He straightened slightly.“I want you to get Julius out of the mental prison.”A flicker of surprise crossed his face, but he didn’t question it.“Understood. Discreet or forceful?”“Discreet,” I replied. “Do not alert Jesse. Do not spill blood unless absolutely necessary. I don’t want a war—I want a transfer.”“He’s held in Denver facility,” Kael said, already thinking it through. “Fully funded by Jesse. High-level surveillance. I’ll need one of our shadow units.”“You can take two,” I said. “And if anyone asks? It’s a relocation for evaluation. Then bring him to me.”Kael nodded. “And if Julius resists?”I paused.“Tell him it’s from me,” I said. “And he owes it to his grandfather to take the second chance.”Kael bo

Bella’s POV“I should, um… go back to my room,” I said, clearing my throat as I turned away, hoping to put some space between us.I had already given him too much—this penthouse, the second chance, a place in my world again.But as I moved, his hand reached out and gently caught my waist.“Bella.”His voice was soft, but it stopped me cold.I froze.“Tell me the truth,” he said, his grip light but grounding. “Why are you being so kind to me?”I turned halfway, not daring to face him fully.His voice dropped lower, just above a whisper. “Really, Bella… why?”I shivered.From the warmth of his breath near my skin…From the question I hadn’t let myself answer out loud.“It’s because…” I faltered.“…because of your grandfather. He… he was kind to me. He believed me when no one else did.”Julius didn’t move.But I could feel the way he was looking at me—like he already knew I was only telling half the truth.“Is it really because of him, Bella?”My breath caught in my throat.Before I coul