All Chapters of Betrayed By Husband And Son: Rise Of A Billionaire Wife : Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Detroit~This day was never supposed to be about their wedding. It was an event to acknowledge Adele, to protect her, and to put her back in her rightful place.A private reveal would have been best for the Harringtons’ reputation, but Detroit knew the downside of that—these people were obsessed with appearances. If he revealed her lineage in secret, it would only give the monsters time to bury the truth. They could erase Adele again. They could kill the old man. They could silence Alaric.But if he did it in public, on the grandest stage, before the most influential witnesses in the world, Adele would finally be safe. They would have no choice but to recognize her, no choice but to give her back her rights.At first, Detroit only wanted Adele to humiliate Mia and his mother—the two who had dared torment her while he was in a coma. But then his grandmother told him what she knew of Adele’s identity. And everything changed.He thought long and hard about how to execute it. That was whe

Adele~Instead of explaining, Detroit stunned me with his action.He bent his knees! The mighty CEO Leighton D. West, the man the world bowed to, the man who never lowered his head for anyone–not even presidents and royalties–was kneeling before me. The crowd stirred, gasped, voices breaking out in shocked whispers and muffled exclamations.“What in the world—”“Did CEO West just kneel?”“He’s actually begging her?”Click! Click! Click! Camera shutters went off like fireworks, each flash illuminating the altar brighter than the chandeliers above us. My heartbeat stuttered, my breath catching in my throat. Detroit didn’t care about any of it – the stares, the murmurs, the chaos. His head tilted slightly up, his silver eyes locking onto mine with a raw vulnerability I had never seen in him.“Adele,” his voice was rough, breaking at the edges, “I found out a couple of days ago. I should have told you the truth then. But I didn’t. And for that, I'm also guilty.”My chest ached. My

The world wasn’t simply watching, the drama at the wedding was devoured.Screens lit up everywhere: from billboards in the Capital city to neon boards in Greenville, from radios in the South to giant café screens in the North. Even the smallest corner shops had the scene replaying on muted televisions. The story wasn’t just news; it was history in the making –all over the world. Trendle had already crashed thrice under the weight of hashtags and live reactions. Millions of users were refreshing frantically, desperate not to miss a single update.The top global hashtags trended in less than five minutes:#TheRealMrsWest#SilverIsNotAMistake#CEOWestKneels#AdeleTheHeiress#BrideSwitchScandal#FromDiscardedDivorceeToDestinedQueenPost after post exploded across timelines:@Lyla:“This is BETTER than any drama series I’ve ever watched. Are you kidding me? CEO West KNEELED. The man who doesn’t bow to God himself just kneeled to his woman and his daughter. I’m crying!”@My_boyfried_cheate

Adele~ Who would have thought that after everything, we could still go through the rest of the wedding like nothing happened? The reception was epic. I wore the dress Emily got me for the first half, and the one I chose – under Detroit’s unshakable command – for the rest of the night. The thing I hated about events like this, was how much people wanted to connect. Heavens, it was exhausting! Even with Detroit holding my hand and dragging me everywhere, people still wanted to peel me away from him, especially madams and heiresses. Royals, politicians, heirs and whatnots lined up like dominoes waiting to fall, each one with their polished smiles and perfumed words. Apparently, marrying Detroit also meant marrying into an endless parade of handshakes and empty compliments. I tried. I really did. I smiled until my cheeks ached, nodded until my neck stiffened, and laughed at jokes that weren’t even remotely funny. But every so often, I caught Detroit watching me out of the corner of h

Adele~A man who looked old enough to have invented fire leaned forward from the elders’ table, his cane resting against the wood. His voice rumbled low, like distant thunder.“Tell us, Adele Harrington… Before you became a Harrington, who were your people? What ‘blood’ ran in your veins?”I blinked. “Ford’s ‘blood’ ran in my veins. The kids at Tender Care orphanage were my people.”The hall was exceedingly quiet, making me antsy and wondering if I gave the wrong answer. Whatever. I wouldn't lie or fake understanding the old man's question beyond what it sounded like. I wasn't an aristocrat, so I wasn’t taught how to dissect questions like riddles in a philosophy class. My childhood was about surviving. The elder’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on his cane. “So… you were an orphan.” He said it like the word itself was sour in his mouth.“Yes,” I said, lifting my chin. “I was an orphan who grew up and found her way here, standing in front of two hundred Wests without fainting. Wh