บททั้งหมดของ Betrayed By Husband And Son: Rise Of A Billionaire Wife : บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

Adele~Led into Detroit's bedroom, the suffocating air slapped me in the gut. There were doctors around his bed, and a woman quietly sitting in a corner of the room, elegantly sipping whatnot from the teacup. Perhaps, it was my presence, she turned her head and my heart skipped a beat. The infamous Mrs. Lorraine West. I've seen her a few times on TV, but never in person. But I must confess, cameras didn't do this woman justice. She's beautiful. Extremely, absolutely stunning. It wouldn't be right to say her curly golden wig and the silk purple robe amplified her beauty. It would rather be safe to say they tried to catch up with it. Her beauty wasn’t the kind you dressed up. It was the kind that made whatever she wore look like it belonged to her. If she dared to audition for the prettiest woman in the world, I swear, dye would win. Even with her age. Her presence pressed on me, maybe heavier than I felt around Madam Helena, or maybe it was amplified because I was trying to not

Adele~ Her face remained serene, but her eyes – her eyes darkened, filled with animosity. Great. She was mad now. I liked that. A sneer on my lips, I gave her a mock bow. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Lorraine West.” Without waiting for her response, not like I needed it, I turned on my heels, heading to my husband's bed. I'd expected her to stop me, to bark her defensive responses at me, but she didn't. And for some reason, her silence made every hair on my body stand on ends. Arriving at the bed, Detroit, although asleep, his brows pulled together, like he was having a bad dream. My hand reached out, soothing the space between his brows. “Your wife is here. You're safe now.” Slowly, his brows relaxed, the crease smoothing beneath my fingertips like the tension had heard me and obeyed. His lips parted, a soft, almost inaudible sigh escaping him, and for a fleeting second, I could swear he knew it was me. Did he hear the way I disrespectful his mother? Would h

Silver~ A deafening silence consumed the living room, as all parties couldn't even breathe loudly. Madam Helena’s eyes stayed locked on Mrs. Lorraine for what seemed like forever before shifting her gaze to Adele, then Silver, and lastly, to Evelyn who was on her knees in front of the old woman. She was informed of the commotion in her grandson's suite. The boy was supposed to be recovering but how would he do that when his family were tearing each other apart, right in front of him? “Lorraine,” Helena’s voice cut through the silence like a blade dipped in ice. It wasn’t raised, but the authority in it was undeniable. The regal woman straightened where she sat, her spine as proud as the crownless throne she represented in this family. “You forget yourself,” Helena continued, her tone calm but steeped in warning. “This family has survived centuries because the rules were religiously followed. You shamed and humiliated your daughter-in-law in front of strangers, stripped h

*Sorry for yesterday's inconvenience. The chapters have been corrected. Please, read the chapter before this one.*..... Detroit~He stirred awake, his lashes fluttering against the dim wash of moonlight spilling through the curtains. His throat felt like sandpaper, his chest heavy with every inhale. There was weight at his side — a small, warm grip curled tight around his hand.Slowly, he turned his head, tugging the adhesive on his temple. His vision blurred at first, a haze of shapes and shadows. Then, as it sharpened, he froze.A head rested on the edge of his bed. Soft hair spilled across his sheets, strands tickling the back of his hand where she clung to him.Adele.His chest tightened. For a moment, he thought he was still lost in some fever dream. But no, her breathing against his arm was real. And then, she shifted slightly in her sleep.She was hunched over a chair. Detroit’s lips parted, wanting to speak, but no sound came. His throat burned. His body ached. Yet, watchin

Adele~The hall was decorated to the best of human and machine's capability. The beauty was the height of what human minds could dream. Crystal chandeliers cascaded light like waterfalls, the velvet drapes swallowed shadows whole, and the marble floor gleamed so bright it looked like the sky had folded itself under our feet. Every corner spoke of extravagance, every detail screamed power.On the stage, my husband stood there in a midnight black three-piece tuxedo, a crisp white inner shirt, a black bow tie, and on his lapel, a single red rose. He looked like every dream and every nightmare rolled into one man. The kind you’d be drawn to even as you knew he could destroy you.I forgot to breathe for a moment. He beckoned for me to come over. I smiled but just as I was about to take a step, I caught someone walking down the aisle.Mia Harrington. She looked exquisite in her white gown, all diamonds and pearls, her veil glimmering under the lights. The crowd cheered, clapped, and whis