Semua Bab Betrayed By Husband And Son: Rise Of A Billionaire Wife : Bab 311 - Bab 320

But they chose to forget that a man like Detroit who could kill a ten-year-old child without blinking would never forgive grown devils who schemed against him and his family. “My lord, please… please. Spare us. Spare my children—” her gaze shifted and she suddenly pointed towards her children's father. “It's him!” she yelled. “It's him and his father who planned it all! They were the ones who wanted you dead. It has nothing to do with me and —”Stab. “Mother!” The woman froze as one of the assassin's blades pierced through her heart. She heard her daughter's scream but she couldn't answer it as a gurgle of blood bubbled up her lips and spilled down her chin.Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed sideways, the blade sliding out of her chest with a wet sound.Her children screamed, a raw, tearing sound that clawed at the walls… and then, one of the woman's sons abruptly choked when another assassin grabbed him by the hair and slammed his face onto the table. Plates shattered under

Adele~“And who might you be to the company, Mrs. West?” one of the board members asked, his voice wavering between confusion and irritation.“Fifty percent owner of Luxehaven,” I replied. My tone was steady. My insides were anything but. Not after the call I had received from my mother-in-law. My pulse still hadn’t calmed since then.The board member’s eyes widened. “You… you’re behind Vanguard Holdings?”I didn’t bother answering him. Instead, I tapped my nails lightly on the polished table, a soft clicking that cut through the thick tension in the room.Lucy stepped forward with perfect timing, placing a stack of neatly prepared documents in the center of the table. “Per Ms. Adele’s authorization, Vanguard Holdings acquired fifty percent of Luxehaven over the last three months. As such, she holds equal authority with the acting CEO to make critical decisions.”Whispers erupted. Chairs shifted. A few directors stared at me as though seeing a ghost materialize in the center of the ro

Adele~His voice sank lower. “And you think you can remove me.”A hush fell so heavy the air stifled.I leaned back slightly.He wasn’t simply lashing out.He was cornered… and dangerous.“That's enough,” the elderly woman said again, this time without her earlier confidence.He gave her a flat look. “Your son’s drug habit is your business. But the fact that you’ve been secretly funneling money into his rehab stints using the company card… now that should be everyone’s business, shouldn’t it?”She gasped, almost like she was about to have a heart attack.Roman burst into laughter again, sharp and vicious. “Oh this is beautiful, really. You’re tearing each other apart. I should sell tickets.”But even he looked a little stunned by how unhinged Ryan had become.Ryan ignored him and stood straighter, rolling his shoulders like a man ready for war.“You wanted honesty,” he said. “There. Raw. Ugly. Real.”His voice drifted into something colder. “Luxehaven never belonged to saints. It was

“Cassian Virello.” Gaya called each syllable through gritted teeth. She looked two seconds away from stabbing him with her phone. Her angry gaze shifted toward Detroit. Seeing how calm he was, she knew her suspicion was right. He'd helped him ‘escape’. Because he knew she'd never allow him to slip from her grasp. All those months – ten months plus, Cassian had been under her ‘care’. She tortured him whenever she felt like it, and when Detroit demanded for his finger, she readily and excitedly sliced off his ring finger – the one that was still bearing his wedding ring. But who would have thought that a few days ago, when she wasn't home, he'd suddenly ‘escape’? Although she knew it wasn't possible for him to successfully run from where she kept him, but seeing how Detroit didn't react, it was obvious who released him. “I missed you too, darling,” he drawled, descending the last steps with the lazy elegance of a man who didn’t fear death because he’d already danced with it too many

Adele~ He has my sextape? No, that couldn't be possible. There was no way Ryan could’ve gotten his hands on the sextape of Detroit and me. I kept it well in my safe. And with the number of security personnel guarding me, he wouldn't be able to sneak into my room, unless he were an ant. So that meant… The tape must have been recorded while I was still with him. A cold wave shot through my veins, followed immediately by a firestorm of rage so violent it rattled my bones. My eyes flashed, murderous intent rippling off me like heat. I felt my jaw lock, my chest tighten, my nails digging painfully into my palms. That sick bastard. So all those nights… all those moments I thought were private… all the times he pretended to love me, to need me— He was recording me? For leverage? For blackmail? For fun? My stomach twisted. “Unbelievable…” I whispered, voice trembling with fury. “You recorded me without my consent?” He dared to smirk in my face. “I needed leverage for the future