Lahat ng Kabanata ng The love that killed me, The Billionaire who saved me : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

"The last words that came out of his mouth were, 'Daniel Crestwell,'" Diego finally told Dante. "Damn, that man is really not a good person, and now he is a candidate for a position in the House of Assembly. What if we use this publicity as the perfect time to take him down?" Dante asked Diego, his eyes filled with curiosity. Diego smirked. "Do you think it's that easy? If it were, we would have had him behind bars already. He has done a lot of crimes, but he knows how to clean up after himself." Diego told Dante that he had received a business investment proposal from Daniel Crestwell. At first, he didn't want to accept it, but now he thought he would, just to know what exactly was going on with Daniel's man. "I will get close to him and get most of the information from his mouth... or what do you think?" he asked Dante. Diego isn’t someone who usually asks for people's opinions, but today he did—which meant he really wanted to move forward. He was tired of being stuck in one place.

Shocked, Diego's eyes widened, his hands dropping to his sides. The moment Jane realized what she had done, she turned and ran. Without hesitation, Diego ran after her.As she neared Dante and John, who were standing by the car, she shouted, "Open the door for me!"Dante and John exchanged confused glances, unsure of what was happening. Jane reached the car, yanked the door open, and jumped inside. "Drive!" she commanded.Before Dante could get in, Diego caught up and stopped him. "Don't," he ordered firmly.Dante and John stood frozen, caught between Diego and Jane, unsure whose orders to follow."I'm your boss. Do as I say," Diego told them.Jane, from inside the car, countered, "And I'm your boss too. Follow my orders!"Diego reached for the door handle, but it was locked. He turned to Dante. "Open the door. Now."John hesitated, then clicked the unlock button on the key fob. Diego instructed him, "Drive us home. Dante, bring the other car you came with."Jane was about to step out

From Lucy and Daniel’s perspectiveThe morning sun barely filtered through the heavy drapes of the Crestwell estate, but the house was already awake. The silence was broken only by the faint hum of a lullaby playing from a child's toy in the corner of the nursery. Nathaniel sat cross-legged on the plush navy rug, his little hands fiddling with colorful wooden blocks. A small toy car lay forgotten beside him.The boy, only five years old, had the unmistakable Crestwell features—dark brown hair that curled slightly at the edges and sharp eyes that carried more depth than most children his age. His expression was unreadable, serious even, as if he were born into the weight of secrets he didn’t yet understand. Dressed in a neatly ironed white shirt with tiny suspenders clipped to his navy trousers, he looked like a miniature version of his father. The only softness to his appearance was the stuffed bear he clutched to his side—a quiet contradiction to the world he was being raised in.His

Jane watched Lucy walk away, her wretched outfit swaying awkwardly as she left the cafeteria with her head slightly bowed, as if trying to portray the perfect image of a grieving sister. Jane let out a faint chuckle under her breath, shaking her head in disbelief.“Oh wow… what a story, Lucy,” she murmured, leaning back in her chair, her eyes following Lucy until she disappeared from view.The cafeteria felt a little colder now. Jane’s fingers unconsciously tapped the surface of her cup. Her instincts told her Lucy hadn’t changed—not even a little. If anything, she’d only gotten smarter at pretending.Her phone buzzed. It was a message from Lucy:“I just got home, Nathan said hi.”Jane stared at the screen for a few seconds, her lips twitching slightly. She didn't want to accuse anyone yet without proof, but something about Sylvia had been off lately.“Okay. Glad you got home safely. I’ll talk to you later.” she replied briefly.Meanwhile, Lucy had just exited the building and was sli

Diego caught Jane just as she was about to slip away from the crowd. He held her hand firmly, drawing her close. Her eyes were red from tears and anger, yet she tried to appear calm."I didn’t mean to interrupt you," she managed, her voice wavering. "I just… I don’t want to be in the middle of all of this."Diego noticed the fresh bandage on her head. His tone softened, laced with concern. "What happened to you?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for the truth.Jane’s voice trembled as she replied, "Not that it matters. Enjoy yourself—it's not as if there's anything here I should be jealous of."Diego’s eyes flashed as he interrupted, "You are mistaking me. Let me explain."But Jane was not ready to let him speak. "She's someone who doesn't want to leave my side, even though she's married. I have nothing to do with her!" Her words tumbled out, anger and hurt mingling in every syllable.At the mention of the word "married," Jane’s expression softened slightly, though anger still simmer