บททั้งหมดของ Betrayed By Husband And Son: Rise Of A Billionaire Wife : บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

Adele~ The good thing about having guards stationed around me was that I didn't have to see unsightly things like Julia and Ryan anymore. Three days straight, the guards turned them away. One time, one of them flung Julia over his shoulder and sent her into the elevator, then instructed the front hospital security to never allow them near the hospital. I couldn't be more grateful. The days were quiet, I had participated in visual meetings, had some work forwarded to me to handle, so I wouldn't be bored, and went online to see how things were going. But at night, I couldn't take Detroit out of my mind. He hadn’t visited me for three days, but one of the best restaurants in town sent me three square meals daily, on my husband's behalf. I've tried to call him but his line was unreachable. I messaged him countless times but none was read. I wondered what he was up to. And I didn't know who else to call. Setting aside my laptop, I stood and did some stretching. My neck,

Adele~“It started during our high school days. Those two didn’t see eye to eye. They were considered enemies. Their enmity started when Ryan, a transferred student, unintentionally humiliated Julia in front of the entire senior class. She was trying to show off during debate club, and Ryan tore her argument to pieces. Everyone laughed. She never forgave him for it.”Roman’s eyes grew distant, like he was seeing the past replay itself in the cafeteria tiles. “From that day, it was war for Julia. She was always first in everything, but Ryan effortlessly took the position from her, even in popularity. However, surprisingly, when you joined Greenfield Academy and somehow caught Julia's attention, Ryan, maybe in the mood to foil Julia's plans to humiliate you in front of everyone, entered the rain and saved you, intentionally announcing to the whole school that you were his person, and that set Julia off.”“Hold on,” my head spun continuously, trying to make sense of what he just said. “Y

Adele~Maxwell didn't ask questions like I thought he would. He wasn't standing far away, so I believed he heard most of what we talked about – if not all. Though he didn't ask questions, I was obliged to inform him about my plans, though it was coming late. “Em, Maxwell, I'm sorry for not informing you before making that move with Roman,” I admitted, matching his pace as we exited the café. Maxwell didn't waste a second to reply, “My team is at your disposal, Ma’am, but none can guard someone else. Boss made sure that not a number less than six are with you at all times. That’s not up for negotiation,” Maxwell said firmly, his tone carrying that unshakable edge of someone who wasn’t just reciting rules, but enforcing them.One side of my head throbbed. Even heads of state could slip out with less surveillance. Six or more men trailing me everywhere? It was suffocating.I tried to make light of it. “Six, Max? Really? Am I still Adele Ford or the crown jewel of the country?”His exp

Julia~It was finally the day that person promised to meet. On this day, Julia dressed up, however, staring at the cave in her mouth, she couldn't help cursing Adele another million times. She's been losing miserably for the past weeks – first, it was her career and reputation, then Ethan, and now her beauty. She swore by everything that mattered to her, Adele would pay a hefty price by the time she was done with him.Picking up the artificial teeth, Julia slid them on. She smiled, it was perfect, her teeth were purer than they used to, still, she knew it wasn’t her real teeth and it made her so furious she wanted to smash the mirror. Her dentist said she couldn't grow new teeth. The only way to help her was implants, but those would take months to heal. Julia didn’t have months. She needed her power back now. So, she chose the temporary fix. Putting on a red dress, she wore a pair of diamond earrings, sank her legs into a pair of black pointed toe, red bottom heels and picked up h

Roman~The underground lounge wasn’t what Roman expected to find in a small, un-rated restaurant like this.Just as the elevator slid open, immediately, the air changed. Dim golden lights washed over sleek black walls, and the faint beat of bass vibrated beneath his shoes. Expensive liquor and perfume hung heavy in the air, mixed with something dark energy, cigars, secrets, and power.“Wow.”Roman’s eyes swept over the place. It wasn’t large, but it screamed exclusivity. Velvet booths hugged the walls, glass partitions gave each corner an illusion of privacy, and the center bar glittered with imported bottles that didn’t belong in a place this hidden.There was no drunken stumbles, no loud laughter. Not even a faint whisper. Two guards stood by the entrance, their faces colder than steel. On their waists hung a pair of matte-black pistols. Their eyes didn’t move, yet Roman knew they’d clocked everything about him: his watch, his shoes, everything.“Check in,” one said coldly, eyes lo