Semua Bab Marrying The Billionaire Who Healed Me: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Lola’s POVBefore the arrest came, I stood at the same spot where I’d called Logan to take care of Tyler.The cold silence after the call ended felt heavier than usual. I sat by the roadside, next to an old wooden chair meant for weary travelers who needed a moment of rest before continuing their journey. That chair had seen strangers come and go—but now, it held me and my crumbling plans.I sat there, Jasmine still resting on my arm, my phone clutched in the other. I kept staring at the screen, expecting Logan to call back any second—to confirm the deed was done, that Tyler was out of the picture. Then, I could return home.My plan was simple, or so I thought. I’d scream upon seeing Tyler’s dead body, pretend to be shocked, call for help, and by doing so, no one would suspect I was behind anything. Just another grieving woman who had lost someone tragically.Once the dust settled, the next-of-kin documents would come into play. His lawyer would step in after the burial, and I’d inher

Tyler’s POVIf I wasn’t on my journey to right my wrongs, I would’ve laughed at the idea. Even five million was a ridiculous amount for me to pay.But when I really thought about it—how much did my company generate from selling a rebranded product we created using their ingredient?Sure, we sold plenty. But after subtracting expenses, the profit didn’t even come close to ten million. So why was I being told to cough up five million in damages for a product that hadn’t even doubled that in revenue?Still, because I was determined to turn my life around, I believed that my business would eventually bounce back. I believed I would become a better man. I had to.And truth be told, I couldn’t risk going to prison. That shouldn’t even have been on the table, yet there it was—looming in the case file like a death sentence for someone trying to change.I nodded at Attorney Smart, jaw clenched, and picked up my phone. I opened the company’s banking app and made the transfer. No hesitation. Jus

Eunice’s POVI knew Tyler like the back of my hand. We were married for years—long enough for me to recognize every motive he was developing right in his mind right now. And without needing any kind of futureteller to tell me things, I knew verily that he wants me back. I mean, if not so, why did he call me then? But even then, there was no version of this story where I would return to him. Not after what he did to me. Not after what I lost because of him.He made me lose my child. He was the reason I’m not a mother today. Our baby would have been two years old by now. Two beautiful years. But instead, I never had it. while he’d impregnated another woman and went on to raise what he thought was his child.How does anyone forgive a person like that?Though, to be fair, since he’d paid damages to Orion Lab International, I decided to stop pursuing him through legal or corporate means. I stepped back. The money he should’ve used to compensate me personally back then, he used instead t

Eunice’s POVMy villa right here in Green City was a true masterpiece. Not just a home—but a statement. A mansion so vast and well-designed, it had everything you could possibly dream of.A rooftop pool that glistened under the sun? Check. A luxurious lounge with handcrafted marble floors? Of course. A private showroom, a bespoke cinema room designed for one? You name it.That was where I found myself now—curled up in the plush velvet chair of my personal cinema, watching The Last Straw, a movie that had just been released recently. It was my form of winding down before heading to the restaurant, where I had asked my contract lover—the one I carefully chose and vetted—to meet me.The movie was scheduled to run for an hour and forty-five minutes. I had just passed the one-hour mark, completely immersed, when a sudden shadow fell beside me. The cinema was large, the acoustics rich, and the sound system was top-tier. With the volume turned up, there was no way I could’ve heard someone

Tyler’s POVThe thing about hosts who knew how to do their job was that they never missed a chance to ask the right questions. And to public figures like me, we always struggled with answering personal ones—especially when the cameras were rolling and the world was watching.But on The Vogue Show, there was no such thing as “private.” That show thrived on digging deep. Any guest who walked in already understood that the lines between personal and public would blur. That was the charm of it. That was how viewers connected.From that particular interview, I learned something important—Josie Morgan, for all her wealth and fame, genuinely hated the spotlight. She confessed it openly, without hesitation. She never wanted to be famous. Fame just found her. And that’s why she handed over everything—her empire, her name, her legacy—to her daughter, Eunice. Eunice had the brains, the ambition, the right presence. So why wouldn’t she?Then came the question about where Josie currently resided.