All Chapters of Marrying The Billionaire Who Healed Me: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Tyler’s POVMy heart pounded immediately. I literally heard my heartbeat in my hands. What did I just read?To be truthful, I knew what I did—or better to say, what Eunice and I did—against Orion Labs International.We just needed to expand our profit margin, and it was Eunice’s idea back then that we started selling products.Judging that Lustre and Co. was a company that sold beauty services to high and average-esteem customers, we thought selling skincare products would complement our services.But there was a problem. We wanted to brand the products in our name because that could bring prestige and elevate our company even more. I didn’t know how Eunice did it, but she somehow got a hold of a secret ingredient—and we used it.Now that Eunice and I were no longer together, the sins of the past were creeping up, and I was left to face the consequences alone.Was this really happening?I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to think. But I knew one thing: a lawsuit was somethin

Lola’s POV For someone like me, Logan’s whereabouts were never truly a mystery—especially when he wanted to be found. His patterns were always the same. Predictable. Calculated. And even though this wasn’t Philadelphia, and we were now in Green City, none of that mattered. Logan always had a way of finding a hideout that no one else could uncover—no one except those who truly knew him. People like me.I sat in the driver’s seat, hands gripping the wheel as I closed my eyes, trying to picture every secluded place nearby that could serve as a potential hideout. Logan never hid at random. He hid where only those closest to him would think to look.As I mentally retraced our path into this part of the city, one image lingered: the overhead bridge near our street. I remembered the murky waters beneath it. Rumors said the water wasn’t deep, but years ago, a teenage girl had fallen off while playing too close to the edge. They said she died before help arrived—before 911 could even be diale

Lola’s POVI inhaled the first line and tilted my head back, letting the rush hit me. It did something in me. Something even words could not attempt to explain. Something marvelous—so intoxicating that I just wanted to inhale another line and feel that highness pulse through me again, deep in my bones.“You miss it, huh?” Logan smirked the moment he saw how I reacted.I didn’t say anything. I just nodded rapidly—like Tom from a cartoon, nodding furiously when offered a bowl of milk. That was me. Eager. Unashamed.He smirked again, this time slower. Like he already knew what would happen next. Then, without a word, he extended his hand to me.“Go on. Inhale this line. It’s mixed with blint. It'll make you feel different—higher than ordinary white ice,” he murmured, pulling my head gently toward a particular line on the shelf.I didn’t resist. I let him guide me. And then I inhaled.Immediately, I tapped my head rapidly with my fingers, as if trying to process the wave that surged throu

Lola’s POVI clenched my fist and frowned as I continued to walk barefooted, frantically closing the distance between us.She stared at me, perplexed, probably wondering why I was marching toward her without shoes. But if only she knew the storm brewing inside me…It’s been two years since I moved into this neighborhood in Tyler’s home. Since then, I’ve heard endless gossip about Mrs. Highlander.They said she was a lonely troublemaker—someone her children had all run away from because she was toxic and believed she was always right.Because of this, she earned the title "the eagle of the street." She seemed to know everything happening on our block. She had a chair by her window and a microscope she shamelessly used to zoom into people’s homes whenever she got bored or craved gossip.People like her always rubbed me the wrong way. And even though she had saved my daughter from who-knows-what today, she crossed a line when she dialed the police.“Slap!” A heavy, reverberating slap lan

Tyler’s POVI sat behind the table at The Buns Cake, a fast food spot that sold cakes, pies, and burgers. The seating was all arranged outdoors, which gave the place a casual, open-air vibe.I had arrived before Attorney Smart, and for now, I was the only person there aside from the waiters and the chef who was busy inside.“What would you like to order, sir?” one of the waiters asked. She was a young lady dressed in a crisp white apron uniform and had a gentle smile on her face as she approached.I knew fully well I couldn’t just sit here and talk with Attorney Smart without buying anything. That would be rude—and suspicious.I smiled politely. “Can you wait a moment for me to order, please? I’m expecting someone.”“Of course,” she said, bowing respectfully before walking away with a courteous smile.Not long after that, Attorney Smart arrived. I saw him driving slowly into the parking area from a distance.His SUV—a black Cadillac—was something I recognized like the back of my hand.