Semua Bab Revenge on My Billionaire Ex : Bab 1 - Bab 10

A dull ache pulsed behind my eyes, making it difficult to think as I slowly opened them. Sunlight streamed through curtains I didn’t recognize, making me squint. I lay there for a while, searching my foggy mind for any clue about where I was or how I had gotten there. But the harder I tried to remember, the more everything seemed to slip away. Then I pushed myself upright, making the blanket slip from my shoulder. That was when I noticed something was wrong. I wasn't wearing the clothes I'd had on before I passed out. A strange sense of unease settled over me when slowly, I turned my head to the side. A man I had never seen before was sleeping beside me. Cold dread crawled down my spine. I jumped out of the bed, frightened that he might wake up. Terrifying thoughts raced through my mind as I hurried to get dressed, my hands trembling so badly that I struggled with every button. I wanted nothing more than to get out of that room and put as much distance between myself and the nigh

A part of me wanted to rush across the street, tear them apart, and demand an explanation. Another part wanted to stay hidden, praying I had somehow misunderstood what I had just seen. But deep down, I already knew there was no misunderstanding. As though twisting the knife deeper into my heart, Crimson reached up and gently brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face before climbing into the sleek black Corvette. Moments later, the engine roared to life, and the car rolled out of the driveway, disappearing down the quiet street. Celestine remained standing there long after the car vanished from sight. Her eyes stayed fixed on the empty road, wearing the smile of a woman who had just stolen someone else's husband and believed she had every right to celebrate. Perhaps she grew tired of just standing there, so she turned on her heel and began walking back toward the mansion, completely unaware that someone else had been watching everything. She never made it to the front door. T

"Tell me who you are, or I’m not coming!" I protested, gripping the phone so tightly that my knuckles blanched beneath the strain. But he was already reciting an address. I snatched the pen from the nightstand and quickly scribbled it down on the back of an old magazine. The moment I finished, the call went dead. I slowly lowered the phone and stared at the address. I knew that place. It was one of the city’s most famous watering holes, a place I had heard about countless times but rarely had any reason to visit. Until now. I was still staring at the address, caught in an inner dilemma, when the door opened. Grandpa peeked through the narrow opening. "Come downstairs and have breakfast," he said. "I’ll be down soon!" I replied. Grandpa closed the door and left. I set aside the magazine. Sighing, I made my way downstairs. Grandpa was already waiting at the dining table. Breakfast was simple, as it always was, but sitting across from him brought a small sense of peace in me. We at

If everything continues to look good, you should be discharged tomorrow.” The nurse said, shifting my attention back to her. She gave me one last reassuring smile before stepping out of the room. I found myself alone once more. I grabbed my purse, which luckily was resting on the bedside table, and took out my phone. I called Grandpa, and when he answered, I informed him that I wouldn’t be able to come home that night. “Is there an emergency?” I heard his worried voice ask on the other end of the line. “It’s nothing to worry about. The restaurant is short-staffed, and I have to fill in today,” I lied, guilt washing over me like a tide. “Well, take care. I’ll cook your favorite dish when you come home.” The call ended, and I finally released the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. I knew I couldn’t hide my pregnancy forever, but for now, I needed time to figure out what I was going to do, and most importantly, how I was going to raise this baby on my own. I was discharged from

A few months later. My morning sickness had grown increasingly severe, greeting me with the same miserable intensity almost every day. Today was no different. With my palms pressed firmly over my mouth, I hurried to the bathroom, my head spinning and my stomach churning with a violence that left me barely able to stand. I barely made it to the sink before the contents of my stomach came rushing up. I hated days like this. I despised the relentless waves of nausea that could stretch for hours. “Elizabeth! Are you alright?” The old wooden door rattled with each intense knock. My heartbeat skittered, and my face turned even paler in fear. I wasn't expecting Grandpa to come, and I didn’t want him to see me in this condition. I hadn't told him yet that I was pregnant because I was afraid of how he'd react. Being abandoned by a man was one thing, but bearing his child was another. My grandfather would undoubtedly confront my ex-husband and demand that he take responsibility for the ch