All Chapters of Secret affair with the billionaire : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

~ Sebastian's POV ~“Sir, she’s bleeding!” Zara’s voice shatters through the chaos like a blade.Everything freezes for a second.My attention snaps from that damn fool Mali to the sight that steals the breath from my lungs.Helen.Lying motionless on the floor.Blood streams from her nose, thick, dark, relentless. The crimson stains the floor beneath her like a curse. My heart doesn’t just drop….it disintegrates.Damnit!I rushed beside her in an instant, falling to my knees, my hands shaking uncontrollably as I gather her into my arms. Her skin brushes against mine and I recoil…..it’s cold. So cold. Far too cold.My entire chest caves in.“Helen…” I whisper, my voice barely holding together. My panic spikes when she doesn’t respond, doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even breathe deep enough to move her chest.I lift her into my arms, holding her close, as if my warmth can somehow seep into her and pull her back.The hallway stretches before me like a battlefield, and I charge through it with

~ Sebastian's POV ~I drove back to the hospital, my heart more shattered than ever.The engine roared beneath me as the wheels spun over the road, but my mind wasn’t in the car. It was with her. With Helen. Her name echoed in my skull with every beat of my heart. The memory of her lying there, pale, broken… poisoned—was tearing me apart from the inside out.I needed to see her awake.I needed to see those eyes again….the beauty in them that made everything else disappear. The way they held me without touching, the way they softened the rage in my chest, the way they looked at me like I was more than this cruel world made me out to be.I spotted my parents as I approached the emergency room. They were seated side by side on those uncomfortable hospital chairs….rigid, cold, and colorless. But what gutted me was the look on their faces.Their expressions... It was like a mirror of my soul…drained, shaken, broken.My heart clenched harder.I quickened my pace, ignoring the pounding in my

~ Sebastian's POV ~My shattered heart pierced deeper with each passing second, each tick of the clock drilling into my soul like a curse I couldn’t undo. The silence around me isn’t peace…..it’s punishment. A cruel, swaying emptiness that echoed with everything I feared to lose.I kept my gaze locked on the emergency ward door, refusing to blink, refusing to breathe too deeply….as if doing either would make her disappear. My mind was a blur, thoughts crashing against each other like waves in a storm. Holding on to one hope… to see Helen. To see her open those beautiful eyes and call my name.Suddenly, the doors flung open, crashing my breath back into my lungs. And there she is…Her fragile form lay on a rolling bed as nurses rushed her towards the ICU. Machines beeped in urgent rhythm, wires tangled around her pale wrists, and the color that once lit her cheeks had completely vanished.I stood to my feet quicker than I ever thought possible, my legs moving before my mind could proce

~ Mena’s POV ~The doors flung open to Sebastian.His countenance more stained than his shirt. That bitch’s blood was all over it, ruining it completely.She’s worth nothing compared to how much that shirt costs, and yet, she had her pig blood all over it. Disgusting.“Where’s Mom and Dad?” I asked quickly, noticing they weren’t behind him.“They’re on their way,” Sebastian responded, voice low but firm. Still, something was laced in it… something I couldn’t place.She’s bewitched him, obviously. That’s why he’s walking around with the look of mourning on his face.And if anyone asks, who is he mourning? A pig. A curvy ass pig from the dirtiest slum known.My parents walked in moments later, their faces pale, though not as pale as Sebastian’s.“Thank goodness you’re back,” I said, walking up to them.“You guys need rest from all this…” I began, but stopped as Sebastian shot me a death stare.Not surprised. “Sebastian, go get rest,” my mom said softly.He nodded slightly and took the

~ Sebastian’s POV ~The gardener?What the hell is she doing in the kitchen?Do flowers grow in the kitchen now?Damnit!My jaw clenched tightly as I leaned closer to the screen. My hands balled into fists as the tension in my chest grew unbearable.She tiptoed to the served dishes on the counter, glancing around like a coward, and then pulled out a small bottle.With the most disgustingly calm look on her face, she poured liquid into the plate.Shit!My breathing hitched.My heart pounded against my ribs, fury racing through my bloodstream like a wildfire. My eyes blazed at the screen, burning holes into it.How dare she?How dare she play innocent under this very roof?The door creaked open on the footage. Helen walked in, gentle and unsuspecting.And that witch of a gardener turned, wearing a warm smile like nothing was wrong… like she hadn’t just tried to murder someone.She handed the poisoned plate to my Helen. My Helen.No… no.I couldn’t watch another second.I slammed the spa