All Chapters of Betrayed By Husband And Son: Rise Of A Billionaire Wife : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Adele~ My voice cut through the air like glass. Julia’s mouth clamped shut. Audrey’s eyes darted nervously, and Sophie looked like she wished the ground would swallow her whole. For a second, it was as if the entire booth stilled – and I felt that even the music from the speakers dimmed beneath the weight of what I had just said. I stepped back a bit, letting my words land sharp and deliberate. “You're not my rival, Julia,” I said, my voice low and steely. “You're just a poorly stitched knockoff. And the problem with knockoffs? They fall apart under pressure.” She stood frozen, trembling with anger, embarrassment, shame… I didn't care to know. “And if you ever, ever speak about my man like that again,” I added, tone shifting like ice cracking, “I won’t just shred your pride, I’ll shred your reputation. You’ve seen what I can do with pencils. Don’t make me show you what I can do with lives.” Well, why was I still calling Detroit my man? Anyway, it didn't matter because tha

Detroit ~He only left for less than twenty minutes. Twenty damn minutes. And in that short window, a pack of hyenas circled her.Detroit's expression didn’t shift as he walked Adele out of the restaurant –pulling her by the wrist, but inside, he was seething. Not the hot, impulsive kind of anger that made men throw punches. No—his was cold. The kind that destroyed reputations without breaking a sweat.Earlier, he didn’t leave because he couldn’t stand what was happening. In fact, it was the opposite. He had to leave for the hyenas to drop their act.Because hyenas didn’t come out when lions were present. They waited for when their target was alone — at least, that was what Lion King portrayed them as. What they didn’t know… what they never considered… was that Detroit never left anything he cared about unprotected.He had planted a bug under the table before excusing himself, not because he suspected Julia or the other snakes would strike. No, that was already guaranteed. He did it

It started with live videos posted by individual accounts who tagged popular gossip blogs and Trendle news pages.At first, the clips were shaky, raw, and confusing; just a bunch of girls arguing at a restaurant, probably over a man, and shouldn't be anyone's business. But within minutes, clearer angles surfaced, and it didn’t take long for users to put names to faces and the internet, especially Trendle, exploded yet again. A few matters were already trending on Trendle – like the upcoming CSR’s open week festival and WestCorp’s endorsing a startup, some pretty known companies trending for the wrong or right reasons, and now it was Julia, one of the goddesses of the runway, bullying the people's recent favorite, Adele Ford.When the conversation was heard, the public couldn't believe their senses. Goddess Julia was accused of whoring while married, stealing designs, and turning a child against his mother. Those were scandals that could totally undo her perfect image and career. Jul

Adele~I watched Silver closely, hoping against hope she wouldn’t reject the cookies.Since my lunch was unfortunately ruined by those rude, ugly bitches, I’d stopped by a roadside dessert store on our way here. I didn’t intend to get her anything, not something so cheap for a first gift at least, but when I tried the cookies, they were delicious. They were buttery, soft, melt-in-your-mouth good. So I got extra. And somewhere between impulsiveness and desperation, I figured... maybe Silver would like them too?Spoiler alert: she didn’t look like she liked them. And I couldn't blame her.She glared hard at the paper bag like it had personally offended her ancestors.I swallowed hard, awkwardly starting to pull my hand back, because obviously, bad idea, Adele, stupid idea—But suddenly, Silver reached out and took the bag from me.“It's rude to take back what you've given,” she said coolly, like she wasn’t seven, but seventy and grumpy.Then she quietly sat on a chair that looked like

Adele~ Sarah has opened a Trendle account for me and sent me the log in details after all the messages that clearly announced she was drunk on happiness. “One revenge served with full course grace and a side dish of chaotic brilliance. You’re welcome. Log in, queen and press their necks with your presence.” Her message said. I giggled. Typical Sarah. Always dramatic. Always poetic. I could almost hear the smirk in her voice as I tapped the link she sent. The Trendle login page loaded in a sleek, minimalist design. I entered the username: AdeleFord_Official. Password: ADbeauty2025! The moment I hit log in, the page exploded with color. There was only one photo of me, which was my DP, posted over an hour ago, however, the impressions on that photo made me blink a couple of times. I must be having eye problems. I logged out and logged in again. The numbers were increasing. Notifications began popping up like popcorn – likes, comments, shares. The engagement was