บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Obsession: Reborn For Revenge: บทที่ 241 - บทที่ 250

Nora's Pov “My twin sister, Amelia, is a murderer.” The man's voice echoed in my ears, even invading my brain as I stumbled backwards, my hands trembling. Did I hear wrongly? Was it the Amelia I knew that he was talking about? A murderer? Amelia has killed someone before? A million questions rang through my mind but there was not even one that I could answer. How was Amelia a murderer? Who did she kill? Why did she kill them? No… No matter what a person did, killing them was wrong. But… I had to know. I stepped forward once more, my hands reaching out to play the video. “Years ago, she had gotten married to Edward RedField, however, Edward was in love with…” The man's voice continued to sound in the very quiet room, and I was seated in front of the laptop, listening intently with my eyes wide open in shock. “…but Amelia could not accept being discarded. She was obsessed. And in her obsession, she killed Katherine Yule.”The man’s voice faded out, but its weight lingered, suffocatin

Nora's Pov Amelia paused, her lips pursed. She then sighed and turned her head away, the whole place went silent. For a while, no one said a thing, I couldn't even breathe loudly for fear of angering her. If she had killed someone out of jealousy in the past, doesn't that mean she can do anything to me as well? She said I'm her daughter born from her own body, but that wasn't in my head. Not at all. I would go back to that later, however, asking me to hide a murder for her? That's crazy! “You know… If I get implicated by this, you also won't be spared.” Amelia started, her voice slow, eyes dark. The aura she emitted changed, it became darker and heavier, pressing down on me to the extent that I couldn't breathe. “M… Mom.” I choked, holding my chest, my heart beating frantically against my chest. Was this really Amelia? Her eyes flicked toward me, calculating, cold, and terrifying. This… This wasn't Amelia…! “Don’t call me that if you’re not going to act like it.” Amelia said, voi

Emelia’s Pov “Who…” I gulped, my throat suddenly dry, “Who said anything about being shy? Don’t delude yourself. You’re not all that.”Kaidon’s smirk deepened, sharp and knowing, as if my little attempt at defiance amused him more than anything. He moved closer, step by unhurried step, until his shadow fell across me where I still sat on his bed.“Oh?” His voice dipped low, lazy but cutting right through me, “If I’m ‘not all that,’ then why are you still here, Emelia?”I stiffened, heat crawling down my neck, “Because… Because I was already comfortable. Why would I move just because you walked in?”His chuckle was soft, dangerous, “You mean… Why would you move when I took my shirt off?”My face went nuclear, “You! That’s not what I meant!”Before I could scramble away, his hand shot out. His fingers wrapped firmly around my wrist, pulling me toward him in a swift, fluid motion. A startled gasp escaped me as I landed half against him, my palms instinctively pressing against his still-

Emelia’s Pov My heart skipped when his hand tightened at my hip, pinning me exactly where I was. His hold wasn’t painful, it was maddening, a silent command that made me shiver.“Kaidon.” I started, pushing weakly against his chest.He arched a brow, leaning back just enough to look at me, his lips twitching with that infuriating smirk, “That didn’t sound very convincing. Try again, sweetheart. Maybe this time I’ll believe you actually want to leave.”“I do want to leave.” I lied through my teeth, glaring at him.“Mmhm.” He dragged the sound out like he was humoring a child. His arm slid around my waist, tugging me even closer until I was flush against him again, “Your body says otherwise.”My face went up in flames, “Y.. You’re imagining things!”He chuckled, low and amused, his breath hot against my ear, “Funny. For someone who doesn’t want to be here, you sure do wriggle a lot. Almost like you’re trying to get comfortable on my lap.”I let out an outraged squeak, “I am not…” I tri

Nora’s PovI stood outside the little bubble tea shop, the evening sun dipping low behind me, painting the glass windows with a warm golden glow. Through the wide front window, I could see the familiar rows of tables, the neat shelves of toppings, and the steady rhythm of customers coming and going. It smelled faintly of sugar and brewed tea even from the doorway.But what caught my attention wasn’t the shop itself.It was her. Behind the counter, wearing a pale blue apron that looked far too simple for her, was Emelia. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, a few strands falling around her face as she concentrated on sealing a cup of milk tea. The sight of her here, working, moving around with ease like she belonged, stopped me cold for a moment.Emelia was really here. The bell above the door jingled as I pushed it open. The warm air hit me instantly, carrying the sweet smell of tapioca pearls and honey. I walked in slowly, my gaze never leaving her.“Emelia?” My voice bro