All Chapters of Betrayed By Husband And Son: Rise Of A Billionaire Wife : Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Julia~ Since Adele and Ryan were never legally married, it meant she hadn’t been the other woman after all. She wasn’t the villain the world had painted her to be. She wasn’t the woman who “stole” another woman’s husband. For the first time in months, Julia could breathe. And for the first time in months, a couple of fans who didn't leave her even at her lowest, were starting to defend her name online, even though their voices didn't ring the loudest. Julia was tempted to make a statement. If not for herself, but for those fans who believed in her. For those fans who waited for her. A thought crossed her mind – since both her children were Ryan's, and she still loved him so much, why not beg Roman to make a statement and tell the world that they weren't actually married? That way, he'd clear her name and save her damaged reputation? Roman loved her too much, he'd do it for her. She turned toward the mirror, brushing her tangled blonde hair with her fingers, trying to see if

Adele~I didn't open his messages immediately, I waited. Let him wait. Let him pace, panic, lose hope, so that when my response came, he'd be desperate to clutch them. So, I kept my phone in my purse, leaving back and watching the city blur past the windows of the car. I finally saw some parts of the Capital today. It was indeed a beauty to behold. But even so, I didn't like the capital. I missed Greenville. I missed my resort, Sarah, Emily, and that blocked face Mark. At the thought of them, I chuckled, taking my phone out and deciding to call them on a video call. As usual, Mark was calm and collected, Emily was trying to maintain her steeze, but Sarah? She was all over the place, jumping from one topic to another, like a cat who got her tail caught on fire. I laughed so hard the composure I was building – of a high class woman – chartered, throwing back to Adele Ford, the simple resort owner surrounded by lovers of croissants, plus a dark erotic novel lover. I missed those da

Adele~ Yes, I was feeling fabulous until we arrived at the venue and my confidence took a dive, I almost turned back. The banquet hall wasn’t just luxurious, it was the kind of place where even the spoons looked like they had insurance. Women idled in groups or sat around tables, each one looking like they had stepped out of a high-end magazine. It felt as if we were the last to enter, because the moment the door groaned and opened, the air froze, voices died, and their souls paused. Every eye turned to my mother-in-law and I. I could practically hear the silent calculations in their heads. My dress, my hair, my posture… I could feel they were being measured, weighed, and filed away. One of them, a tall brunette with too much perfume, spoke first. “Oh, Mrs. Lorraine West, who is this gorgeous darling tagging along? I've never seen you walk with a shadow other than your assistant.” That was a condescending remark right there. How could I not hate these women and gatherings l

Lorraine stopped, letting the weight of her words press down on me. I was lost. “So, you're I need to befriend the future madams of these families for their votes? What do I need the votes for? I mean…why do I need those votes? Where are they cast?” “Your grandparents are Kingmakers,” she said. “However, he's getting on in age. But before he can transfer that right, he must name a successor.” I froze, my hand still wrapped around my teacup. “A… successor?” “Yes,” she said, her tone clipped. “And every family with a kingmaker holds power equivalent to a crown without wearing one. They are the silent rulers of the country. Do you understand now why those women are here?” I glanced around the glittering hall again. It didn’t look like a charity breakfast anymore. It looked like a throne room — with queens hidden behind pearls and velvet. “They’re here to play nice,” she continued, her voice calm but her eyes glinting. “Because every decision that keeps their families rich, st

Adele~ The only thing in my hands was my mother's locket. Wouldn't it look embarrassing to walk back to my seat for my purse? God, how could I make such a silly mistake? Everyone was looking at me, cameras flashing already. They probably expected that my dearest mother-in-law must have briefed me and I was ready. I didn't know how much time had gone by, but I had to do something, so I lifted my chin, smiled at the cameras, hoping I was doing a great job. “I have no money worth more than what sits in this room,” I said. Surprisingly, my voice didn't waver. “So I offer something else.” My fingers brushed the locket in my hand. “This belonged to my mother — Lady Celia Harrington,” I paused, recalling what my brother had told me. He said that my mom used to have a foundation for widows and single mothers but after she passed away, it was closed down and Mia didn't bother reopening it. I raised the locket, “With this, I reopen her foundation for widows and single mothers. E