Lahat ng Kabanata ng Marrying The Billionaire Who Healed Me: Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

Lola’s POVI walked out of the store with the firearm tucked carefully in my bag, the weight of it pressing against me as if to remind me of the choices I had already made.The fresh breeze hit my face the moment I stepped outside, a moment that should have been freeing but instead dragged my thoughts into something more delicate, more uncomfortable. As I inhaled, I caught a sharp, foul smell rising from my underarm, reminding me of how much I had neglected myself.I had been in prison for a while, and though there was the mess bath where every prisoner was expected to wash whenever they were released to go out, it was nothing compared to proper hygiene. The conditions were harsh, the water often filthy, and soap was a luxury. Because of that, an ugly growth had spread under my arm, and even at my private parts, it had become unbearable.I smirked bitterly, not out of pride but out of knowing exactly what I needed to do next. Without hesitation, I climbed into my Beetle, the engine gr

Lola’s POVTo the others, prison might have been nothing more than a correctional center, but to me, it was a school. A ruthless school where every lesson was taught in whispers, in fights, in survival. I learnt many things while locked away, and among them was a skill that no classroom would ever dare to teach: how to break into a villa.Not just any villa. I am talking about the kind of luxurious villa that screamed wealth, status, and security. A place like Eunice Villa.I knew before I even set foot on the compound that the house would be rigged with high-end, innovative technology. Security cameras, smart locks, alarms, all the works. But prison had taught me a simple truth: no matter how smart the system, there was always a way to make it dumb. And the first lesson was simple, find the control garage. Without it, I would not stand a chance. With it, I could silence alarms, darken the lights, and shut the house down.Every villa that bragged about having a smart lock system also

Eunice POVWhat did Adrian mean by what is going on TV? His tone had carried weight, almost like a warning, and it made my heart skip a beat.I fumbled with the remote in my hand, my fingers trembling as though they didn’t belong to me. I pressed the power button immediately, and with a sharp flicker, the large TV screen on the wall came to life.I didn’t even need to change the channel. Right there, on the very first station that flashed before me, was my name in bold letters plastered across the screen, Eunice Morgan Thompson.My breath caught. A man in a suit stood outside a villa that looked disturbingly familiar. It wasn’t just any villa. It was the exact same one Adrian and I had only recently moved into. My stomach twisted, dread coursing through me like ice water.I furrowed my brow, trying to make sense of it. Nothing was adding up. I quickly increased the volume so I could catch every word being said about me, my ears straining as if the sound itself might hold the truth.The

Eunice’s POVAdrian launched into my office, panic written all over his face. The sound of the door crashing open startled me before I even saw him. His chest was heaving, his eyes wide. He had just seen it in the news, police cars surrounding the building. They were here for me, and they weren’t asking politely. They were demanding that I come down immediately. If not, they threatened they were ready to take hard measures.The way Adrian moved told me he understood the weight of those words. When the police say something like that, they are not bluffing. They will do everything possible to make sure they get who they believe is their criminal, even when the person in question is not a criminal at all.His heart was beating so rapidly I could almost hear it. He didn’t know what to do, and neither did I.I had not done anything wrong, but the world seemed already stacked against me. My mind kept circling back to the child, so innocent, yet now being used as the weapon against me. A sma

Lola’s POVI stepped out of my car slowly, the sound of the door shutting echoing faintly in the cool air. My eyes swept across the police headquarters, the tall grey building that stood like a fortress at the edge of the roadside. I didn’t know exactly what I was looking for, but deep down, I knew I wanted to be close enough to understand what was happening inside the station. My instincts told me that if I lingered here, I might catch something useful.There was no way they would bring a suspect into the headquarters and transfer her straight to prison within minutes. That would have been my greatest wish for Eunice Morgan, but reality doesn’t bend to wishes. I knew the system. It didn’t work like that.There would be paperwork, delays, and endless waiting. There would be questioning, interrogation, perhaps even manipulation. And if the officers felt she was not fully guilty, they would stall the sentencing and drag out the investigation even longer. I didn’t want any of that to hap