All Chapters of Betrayed By Husband And Son: Rise Of A Billionaire Wife : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

The office fell into silence, the air heavy with his words. “Is there something you know abiyt Mia Harrington?” Emily asked, her brows creasing. “What do you think?” Mark dragged his fingers down his face, and resumed pacing like a caged lion again. “She and her brother are the only surviving members of the First branch of the Harrington family. On normal circumstances, she should be scared for her life, maybe withdrawal like her brother, but no, she managed to wrap the most vicious third branch of the family around her finger, and still maintain her heiress title.” He paused. “She made the whole family love and support her. Why do you think it's possible?” Emily frowned. “Because she’s smart?” Mark barked out another humorless laugh. “Smart? Don’t flatter her. That woman is dangerous. Ruthless. Do you think she’s survived this long in the Harrington family because she’s nice? Because she’s harmless? No. She’s survived because she’s capable of cutting throats with a smile on her

Adele~ After sending me to the spa, Lucy left for some ‘emergency’. Once the spa section was over, I was dragged away for a fitting. Fitting what exactly? Anyway, anything to outshine Mia, even though I kmew I was wearing the dress Emily bought for me. Though, I've not worn it yet to know how good it fit. Oh, Adele. You and meticulous can never be on the same page, my inner self sighed with resignation. The fitting room had uncountable numbers of full length mirrors, racks of exquisite gowns, ranging from wedding dresses to reception dresses. My jaw hung loosely on my face. What game was Detroit playing with me right now? Who was getting married? Me or Mia? I blinked at the question…don't tell me… I shook my head, it couldn't be. “Ms. Ford, these are the gowns prepared for you,” the stylist said with a rehearsed smile, as if she hadn’t just dropped a grenade on my lap. My head snapped toward her. “Excuse me?” She clasped her hands neatly in front of her, clearly

Adele~Okay, at this point, if I still couldn't guess what was going on, then I must be daft. Who in God's green earth gets dressed in a wedding gown with a veil, holding a gorgeous bouquet, picked up in a decorated convoy, if not the bride? Was Detroit intending to marry Mia and I together? My eyes narrowed. If he dared, this flower would be the weapon fashioned against his face. My gaze shifted out of the window, the road was silent. Too quiet for a wedding day that was supposed to break every internet server in the world – no traffic, no cars, no bikes cutting lanes, just my convoy. This morning was giving me the Sunday-morning-in-a-sleepy-town vibes. My heart pricked with unease that felt dangerously like excitement.Then, like a drum roll from nowhere, the silence cracked.A chopper cut through the sky, low and arrogant, the thrum of its blades rattling my nerves. I flinched despite myself, fingers tightening on the bouquet in my lap. For a second, I thought it was landing ri

Adele~ “Whatever my boy does, he’s right.” Madam Helena proudly said, her chin raised high. My jaw must’ve been hanging under the veil because I couldn’t feel my lower teeth for a while now. Did she just—? Oh, she did. She pulled the “my boy is perfect, even if he destroyed the bridge to heaven” Across the aisle, the Harringtons looked ready to self-combust. Veins bulged. Someone’s wig tilted dangerously to the left. If not for the fact that I was the alleged bride in this circus, I might’ve snorted out loud. Old Man Denver struck the floor again with his cane, the sound so sharp, it echoed through my bones. Somehow, I felt sorry for the old man. He should be resting in his bed, but here he was, getting mercilessly tortured by another old woman. “Helena?” the old man hissed, rising from his seat and turning to storm out, but he paused for a beat. “The Harrington name will not suffer this insult. Not from you. Not from your boy. Your West family has beaten the drum of war, be

Adele~Silver’s look startled me. Why was she looking at me? Alaric’s laughter snapped me out of my daze. A low, dark laugh that slithered through my bones and made me shiver beneath my veil. It was that kind of laugh a man lets out when he knows he holds the winning card. Then, suddenly, the look on his face changed. Alaric was no longer the playful devil in the hall. He was now the judge from hell. “You really thought that would stop me?” His voice cut through the uproar, calm but laced with venom.Before anyone could move, he reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a stack of papers. My stomach twisted for some weird reasons. How many layers of madness did this man come prepared with?“I came prepared,” he sneered, waving the folder like a sword. “I have thousands of copies. You want to see?”And then, he threw them up.Papers rained down like poisoned snow, fluttering across chairs, catching on dresses, landing in laps. A few guests gasped, bending down to pick them up, ey