Billionaire's Pregnant Ex-wife 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

“It's really Lilibeth,” Sophia breathlessly mumbled under her breath. She wiped the tears from her eyes with the handkerchief Philip had handed her.“We finally found her after twenty-four years,” her husband whispered. Tears clouded his vision as he surveyed the woman in the photograph. He, too, wanted to cry, but he stopped himself from doing so. He had never cried before, and he wouldn't cry now in front of a stranger.“Look how beautiful she is, Philip.” Her voice cracked as she stared at her daughter, who had been missing for twenty-four years. She felt like crying again, but she swallowed the lump in her throat and pushed the tears at bay.“Indeed, she's beautiful,” her husband agreed with a tender smile on his lips. Philip was a man of few smiles. His smile was like a diamond—rare and expensive—but now, for the first time in his life, he was smiling from ear to ear. “She has your phoenix eyes and heart-shaped face,” he added proudly.Sophia and Philip both stared at the woman w

The constant beep of my alarm clock jolted me out of a deep slumber. Grunting, I sleepily fumbled for the alarm on top of the bedside table with my eyes still closed and turned it off. The peace in my room returned, and I let my head fall back onto the pillow so I could continue sleeping. But the bright rays of the sun permeating my window completely made my sleepiness disappear in an instant.What time is it? I grumbled. Slightly, I opened my eyes to check the time on the clock, then realized it was already ten in the morning. Shock hit me like a sharp bolt of lightning, and I abruptly got up from the bed.“I'm late for work!” I gasped, throwing the blanket aside as I jumped off the bed to put my slippers on.An unfamiliar small bedroom, cramped with unopened boxes, greeted my sight, and reality finally sank in.I don’t have a job. They fired me.The thought made my high spirits sink to the floor. Aside from losing my job, the source of my bread and butter, I lost my precious house t

Are they looking for the owner of the house? If yes, is it me, the old owner they're looking for, or are they searching for the new one? The questions lingered in my thoughts even after I turned the engine on and drove in the direction where the sleek Lamborghini had gone. I felt bothered by those questions because if they were searching for me, then it must be important—so important that they went to the house themselves instead of sending someone else to do the job.But then a reasonable part of my brain told me I didn't know the couple, so they were probably not looking for me at all. With that thought in mind, my worries faded, and I shifted my attention to the steering wheel.There was a beep from my phone, which was lying on the dashboard. I glanced at it just in time to see a message pop up. It was from the lawyer, informing me he was already waiting in the restaurant. His early appointment had been canceled, so he decided to head straight to our meeting place.I pressed on the

A sudden thought occurred to me, scaring me shitless. Could it be that my father owed them a sizable amount of money and they were after me to collect what he owed? Was the amount so large that they couldn't trust anyone else to take the money? The room was cold, but my palms were sweating. Jobless and homeless—two of the biggest problems I was facing now—but I was about to face the third and most difficult one: a loan so large it would take me a lifetime to pay.“Lily, are you listening to me?” Lia complained, noticing that I had been quiet for some time. Her gaze landed on my face, and her eyes popped open with worry. “You look pale! Are you alright?”“I-I'm fine,” I lied. “The room is just cold; that's why I look pale. I forgot to bring my jacket with me.” I added this and forced myself to smile to convince her I was alright.“Just drink your coffee, okay? It will warm you up.” She smiled.I nodded and picked up my cup. The hot cup comforted my cold palms. I took a sip, and the war

Frozen with fear, I stopped breathing as the man pressed the sharp knife closer to my body until the tip pierced my skin, causing it to bleed slightly from the small wound. It was a warning telling me that he could do more than that. Despite wanting to scream, no words emerged from my lips as the man helplessly dragged me to his car. He hauled me into the backseat, and another man who was already inside caught me in his arms and pressed a gun against my head.“Don't make this difficult for us,” the man holding me icily warned. He pressed the gun to my neck until the cold metal dug deep into the tender flesh. I bit back a scream and pressed my lips together. I couldn't die like this. Not yet, when I still had debts to collect from people who had stepped on me like a toy. Revenge. That's what I wanted. I still wanted to make those people who made my life miserable pay for what they did before I died.The first man finally climbed into the driver's seat and turned the engine on. He quick