Semua Bab Betrayed By Husband And Son: Rise Of A Billionaire Wife : Bab 341 - Bab 350

His wicked grin didn't falter. “I was trying to help.” “I already told you,” she clicked her tongue. “I want Ethan to have a parent in his life. At least one.” Detroit chuckled and reached out, passing his hand over her hair, as if he was pacifying a child. “Alright, alright, I won't get in the way, my soft-hearted woman.” “Hey! Don't do that, I'm a grown ass woman!” Detroit’s brow lifted, “Are you sure about that?” She gasped dramatically, “What?” she pointed to her nose. “Is my short hair a joke to you? This is a signature hairstyle for boss ladies.” Detroit couldn't hold it back anymore. He laughed so hard that he had to turn his face away for a second, shoulders shaking. Adele playfully slapped his arm, “Stop laughing like that.” Detroit stopped laughing abruptly but the smile in his eyes didn't disappear. “You do look like a boss lady,” he admitted, “A very scary one too.” Adele scoffed, feeling proud. “Scary?” She straightened on the bed, chin lifting. “Just like

Ryan’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, fear roaming his face. His wrists ached inside the cold metal cuffs as he was shoved forward again. He staggered through the walkway between two barbed fences, which demarcated the prison yard from the safe zone. By the gate, Ryan's handcuffs were removed. The same man advised. “Its better to die early. As a man, a long life here means more torture for you.” He added, “But if you don't want to die yet, avoid anything standing in Death Prison.” With that, the small gate opened with a crack and Ryan was pushed in. Inside, the yard stretched wide and barren, cracked concrete littered with rusted workout equipment, broken benches, and stains no one bothered to wash away. Men of different sizes scattered across the yard – bulky, lean, scarred, hollow-eyed. Some watched with bored indifference. Others stared with open hunger. However, seeing it wasn't a woman, their faces contorted. “A fucking son of a bitch?!” “Where are the pussies?

Adele~“Was it you who allowed Ethan into the house?”I was lying against my husband’s chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing the only thing grounding me after the emotional storm of the day. The room was quiet, dimly lit, smelling faintly of his cologne and the night breeze drifting in through the balcony doors.He didn’t answer immediately.One of his hands moved slowly along my back, palm warm, possessive, comforting. “Yes,” he finally said.I lifted my head slightly, resting my chin on his chest so I could look at him. His face was calm, unreadable, eyes dark and steady as always.“You two needed closure,” he said, kissing my head. I inhaled slowly. “Why didn’t you tell me he was coming?”I could have at least prepared something for him. Maybe a last real meal. “Because you would have said no.”“That’s not true.” I argued. He raised an eyebrow, lips curling into a faint, knowing smile. “You would have said no with your mouth and suffered with your heart. I chose the

Dear Amazing Readers, Wow… what a journey these past months have been! From the laughter, the drama, the heart-pounding moments, and all the twists and turns, I couldn’t have asked for a better group of readers to share it with. Your support and your excitement have made this experience unforgettable. Truly, every comment, like, and review, and gifts has meant the world to me, and I can’t thank you enough for walking this story with me. And now… I have some exciting news! Just like Sarah already announced, I have two stories I'm working on but can't decide which to settle for. 1. The Sicilian Obsession — we already know a thing or two about this book (even if it's just Luca's nine inches... Hahaha... kidding, I'm very pure at heart). I felt you'd love to see why Detroit was after the author (giggles). 2. See You No More, Alpha — a Luna with a toothless pup as her wolf. Even the oracle said her wolf would die, she'd amount to nothing, yet the pack can't do without her... Wi

Silver~“Thank you, Miss Silver, for the wonderful lecture.” The dean said, beaming as he and influential figures, who attended my lecture, walked with me out of the lecture hall. I inclined my head slightly, the way I’d trained myself to do when too many eyes were on me and staying longer would invite conversations I didn’t have time for.“Despite your hectic schedule, you honored us with your presence,” he continued, “We hope this won’t be the last time. The school really missed you.”I smiled politely without a word. He knew what that meant. And he didn't push it. Chuckling, he changed the topic, “Fine then, but at least a new photo for the alumni hall wouldn't be too much to ask, right?” I didn't argue. Staying a minute longer would mean eating into the time I didn't have. After the photographs and handshakes and accepting cards I knew I would never use, I slipped out through the side doors instead of the grand exit they had prepared, where more students and reporters awaited.