All Chapters of Betrayed By Husband And Son: Rise Of A Billionaire Wife : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Adele~Okay, we're done living in the hospital. I needed to return to the resort and start making my plans.After the chat with Shadow Pack, I didn’t want to waste another second of my life stuck in here.Ethan was still drifting in and out of consciousness, but he was in the state where he could be flown out of the city, so I started making preparations.I got hold of a reputable law firm, an appraisal, and a property inspector online, with reputable track records and clean portfolios. The firm promised me confidentiality, but I knew how easily information slipped through cracks in the capital. So, I emphasized that everything be handled in cash transfers, coded contracts, and closed-door meetings. If Julia and Ryan ever tried to look for where I hid Ethan, I wanted their investigation to lead nowhere.The inspector scheduled a first sweep of the estate within seventy-two hours, while the lawyers promised to dissect the $350 million asking price with the owner’s representatives. My

Adele~ He didn't put me down until we were inside his car. You guessed right. Detroit snatched me away from the hospital and now, I was sitting beside him in his car, seat belt fastened, my eyes locking him in place, yet he wouldn't look at me. His eyes were focused on the road. “Are you aware that a small boy was left alone in a huge ward? What if he wakes up and doesn’t see me?” I wasn't scared that he'd be kidnapped. Far from it. With Maxwell and his team standing guard outside, Ethan was safe. “He won't be waking up for a couple of days.” My eyes widened in horror, heart seizing. “What do you mean by that?” My voice rose, almost shrill. “What the hell did you do, Detroit?” He finally spared me a glance, the streetlights slicing shadows across his sharp features. He was calm. Too calm that my skin prickled with unease. “He'll sleep for a few days, while you rest, Adele.” I opened my mouth to protest, but the glare he shot me was enough to glue the words to my tongue.

Detroit~He watched the bathroom door slam shut behind her before dragging his gaze toward the balcony.The city stretched before him, glittering under the night sky. Chaotic, restless, and alive. Much like the woman who had just stormed away from him.He stepped outside, the cool air brushing against his skin, tugging at the edges of his shirt. His injured palm throbbed from the pull and push from earlier, but the sting didn’t matter. Pain was so familiar to him that he was already used to it. His phone had been vibrating in his pocket for a while now, reason he sent her away to shower. Now alone, he pulled out his phone and called back. It rang a few times before the other side answered. He didn't need to speak much, just a curt, “hello” was enough to make the other side start talking. “Boss, madam wants to know about her identity. Looking into it, her files were encrypted with a triple-layer firewall. It is government-level protected,” the voice reported, hushed like someone mig

Adele~Don't court death when you can't handle what comes after. I'd tempted the devil, when he gave me chances to shower, go to bed, and rest. But how could I not do such a thing? Would you see your husband return home after days of being apart and just, what—shower and go to bed, when his sight made you horny? I'd seduced him when he wouldn't take the green lights I was flashing. But if I had known, I would have obeyed him when he was still trying to be a decent human. Because, tell me why my dear husband had a wardrobe filled with outfits he apparently bought for me, and those things — yes, those toys, the type that got me weak and unable to walk well the other day?And now, I have a vibrator inserted inside me. He warned me not to take it off, said I could clean it and insert it back, otherwise, my punishment would be more severe.As for the remote, it wasn’t some cheap little plastic controller. No, trust Detroit to design his own torment. The remote was built into his phone.

Adele~ Okay, I was overthinking. There was no repercussion, just furrowed brows and nagging on how I'd gotten too ‘thin’ and ‘unhealthy’. And wanted me to eat more and relax my body and mind. He said I was dangling between large and medium in a week, all the way from XL, and that was crazy. Okay, to be honest, Ethan’s situation wasn't the only vacuum that sucked up my fat. The stress of meeting deadlines before the open week festival was the first catalyst, but I wasn't going to tell Detroit that. Considering how much fussing he was doing right now, he might just close down my resort or place someone else as a temporary CEO. “Fine, I admit I'm just a little stressed and tired, but I promise you, I’m fine. Look,” I twirled, jumped, and threw myself onto the bed, bouncing up like I was auditioning for a mattress commercial. “See? I didn't pass out. I'm perfectly healthy!” I declared, my hair flopping over my face in a way that definitely did not scream grace or elegance. Layi