All Chapters of Revenge on My Billionaire Ex : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Where is my emerald ring?” Sapphire Everheart's shrill voice echoed in the room. “I know I left it right here!” I held my breath as she turned and pointed a finger at me the moment I walked into the room. “How dare you take it!” A chill ran down my spine. I had not touched her ring, let alone stolen it. "I swear, I did not take your ring, Ms. Everheart," I explained in a polite manner. "I don't believe you!" Sapphire's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing through me like a knife. "You must have taken it. You must have been so desperate for money!” “I have never taken anything that does not belong to me….” I retorted, trying to keep my composure. “And I certainly would not risk my job and reputation for a mere ring." Two uniformed guards strode into the room. “Check her pocket.” My heart raced as the guards approached, their eyes scrutinizing me while they checked every possible hiding spot. “I found it,” one of the guards announced, pulling out the emerald ring from my pocket.

Grandpa wrapped his arms around me. “Please don’t hate them. It’s all my fault. I lied not only to you, but to them as well. The day your mother sent me a letter saying she wanted to take you to the United States, I told her you had died of an illness.” Tears streamed down his face as he finally confessed the truth. I could hardly believe what I was hearing. I should have hated him for lying to me and keeping the truth from my family, but how could I hate a dying man who had carried his guilt for so many years? “Your mother may look different now,” he warned me gently. “Her face was disfigured beyond recognition, and she had to undergo extensive plastic surgery.” I was stunned by the revelation, but nothing could have prepared me for what he told me next. My mother had married Edward Everheart, my father’s best friend. Grandpa continued telling me everything, as though he were preparing me for what awaited me beyond those walls. My mother had managed to build an empire of her own

Camilla sat on the bedside, her heart breaking with every word coming from her daughter's lips. It had been a really long time since she had held her daughter like this, and now, as she listened to her recount the events of her life, she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of regret for all the time they had lost. Her heart ached with the pain of knowing that she had missed out on so much. She had missed out on all the little moments that made up a life. Elizabeth's voice was soft and tired, the words flowing out in a slow, steady stream. "But you know, Mom, the pain of being shunned as an outcast by almost everyone for years was nothing compared to the hurt I felt when my own best friend betrayed me.” Camilla reached out and took her daughter's dainty hand, offering comfort and support. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” she said softly. “I can’t imagine how much that must have hurt.” “The pain was beyond words. It was as if a ten-wheeler truck had crashed into me, throwing me off a sk

5 years later. "Elizabeth Everheart, will you marry me?" I blinked in astonishment at the question. It was the fourth proposal I had received in a week, making it the 150th one in the last five years. Since arriving in the US, my family had persistently set me up on blind dates, marriage proposals which I occasionally declined. The blind dates eventually fizzled out, but my family's desire for me to settle down did not wane. Soon enough, marriage proposals were coming at me one after another. I turned them down. This should have deterred further proposals, but it only seemed to make other admirers persistent. "Elizabeth, for heaven's sake, it's time to choose a man and settle down," Mom would constantly urge me to get married. However, I would always manage to win the argument by pointing out that if Louis, Henry, or David finds a wife first, then I would find a husband. Fortunately for me, none of them were in a rush to settle down just yet. I glanced at the man once more, wond

Fuming, Celestine stomped her feet. "You always side with Cleo! That's the reason that brat is turning into such a spoiled and nasty child every single day!" "She's just a child, for crying out loud. You can't physically harm her every time she makes a mistake or is careless." "A mistake?" She muttered incredulously, "I don't see it as a mistake," she sneered. "She's provoking me on purpose! Can you believe she doesn't even call me 'mother'? She just says 'Celestine.' She has no respect for me at all." "Respect is something that is earned, not handed out. Do you understand why Cleo views you as a stranger? It's because you've been an absent mother! You haven't even bothered to change her diapers, not even once!" "Why would I? Isn't that what our servant is for?" "That attitude right there is precisely why Cleo doesn't recognize you as her mother!" Celestine scoffed. "Stop with the lecture. I need to get ready for my photoshoot." Crimson's jaw tightened. Ever since Cleo was born,