All Chapters of Revenge on My Billionaire Ex : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“I’m sorry, Elizabeth.” His voice was firm, almost painfully so. “But I can't help you.” Something inside me went completely still. I had imagined this moment in my head. I had imagined him promising that he would help. I had even allowed myself to believe that, after everything we had been through, he might still have enough compassion for me to say yes. But I was wrong. Strangely, the tears I had been fighting never came. Perhaps I had already cried enough. Slowly, I pushed myself to my feet and smoothed the wrinkles from my clothes. My knees ached from kneeling far too long. I looked at him one last time, forcing my face into an expression so calm that even I could barely recognize myself. “I see.” My voice was quiet. “You've made your decision, and I respect that.” I turned away before he could see how badly his refusal had shattered me. I made my way towards the door. There was a sudden rush of movement from behind me. Crimson, with his tall stature and long strides, clos

Dallas was not the kind of person who offered blind faith, especially where a murder investigation was concerned. If he was willing to defend Elizabeth Stone without hesitation, there had to be something about her that the chief understood better than anyone else in the room. “Some suspects will go to great lengths to save themselves,” Cavanaugh said after a moment. “They'll destroy evidence or create false alibis. That's what people usually do when they're afraid of being caught. But in my twenty years as an investigator, I've never encountered a suspect who willingly hands us the very confession that could send her to prison.” He paused, his gaze unblinkingly fixed on Elizabeth through the glass. “Why would she admit to killing Philip Phoenix if she knew exactly what that admission could cost her? People don't usually surrender their freedom without a reason.” “That's what someone like Elizabeth would do to save someone she cared about,” Dallas answered wearily. Cavanaugh sighed.

To his dismay, the receptionist informed him that the doctor was still on his lunch break and wouldn’t be returning for a while. He had no choice but to wait. He settled into one of the chairs in the waiting area, checking the time every few minutes. Time stretched on until nearly an hour had passed. Just as he was beginning to wonder if he had wasted his time, the clinic door finally opened. A man in a white coat stepped inside. The moment his eyes fell on Crimson, his expression hardened, and he regarded him with a sharp, almost hostile stare. “Come with me,” Dr. Alexander said, as though he already knew exactly why Crimson had come. Without a word, he rose from his seat and followed him into the consultation room. Once inside, the doctor did not even ask him to sit down. He simply walked behind his desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a file. “I’m here to confirm something—” Crimson began, but before he could finish, Dr. Alexander tossed the file onto the desk. His cold eyes re

I winced at the sharp pain in the corners of my lips, where the skin had split and bled. I could almost taste the metallic tang of blood still lingering on my tongue. Dark bruises mottled my arm, hidden beneath the sleeve of my orange prison shirt. There was no point drawing attention to them. In Ashford Penitentiary, showing weakness only made you an easier target. I had gotten my injuries yesterday, when a brawl erupted in the cafeteria. Amid the chaos, my cellmate seized the opportunity to slam me against the wall before pummeling my face with her fists. My only witness had seen everything, but she kept her mouth shut, too afraid of becoming the next target. Not that I could blame her. Fear was the only thing that kept most of us alive here. I carefully touched the corner of my swollen lip and sucked in a breath. It was painful. But a few bruises and a split lip were hardly enough to break me. Footsteps echoed down the hall. The clinking of keys drew nearer until it abruptly ha

My consciousness drifted between wakefulness and oblivion, like a fragile boat tossed upon a raging sea. I could neither see nor feel anything. Only darkness stretched endlessly around me. Perhaps I had already died... or perhaps I was still slipping, slowly and helplessly, toward death. Then, through the darkness, I heard voices. They were faint at first, distant and indistinct, as though they were reaching me from the other side of a vast, endless void. I strained to listen, and amid the murmurs, one voice rose above the rest. It was soft and achingly familiar. It sounded like my mother's voice. She had been gone for so long that I had almost forgotten that sound. “You’re going to be okay… Keep fighting.” Beep... Beep... Beep… The familiar, frantic beeping reached my ears. Slowly, the voices faded into a distant melody until they, too, fell silent. With them went the darkness that had engulfed me. What came next was a blinding light, so bright that it stung my eyes. When I fi