Betrayed By Husband And Son: Rise Of A Billionaire Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Ryan ~“I was right,” Ryan said to Roman. “Adele was used by someone as a front to buy that resort, and it could only be my enemy.”Roman, standing by the open window of Ryan's office, leaned on the window frame, his sharp eyes scanning the skyline before turning back to Ryan. “You think it’s your biggest rival, Solomon?”“Who else has the motive and the money?” Ryan’s voice was tight, controlled, but his fingers curled into fists on the edge of his desk. “Solomon doesn’t make random investments. He knew what he was doing. He used her to hit me where it hurts.”“I suspected that too,” Roman said quietly. “Adele's too naive and innocent to think of such a fresh start on her own… but Solomon, we can't close the curtains on him yet. It could be someone else.” Ryan scoffed, “A fresh start? With a fifty-million resort? She doesn’t have the resources, she doesn't even have the brains. Someone gave her that money. Someone powerful. And conveniently, just when I’m about to close a big deal,

Detroit~ On the rooftop of a high-rise parking structure, Detroit West stood by the edge, back straight, coat flapping in the soft wind. Behind him were Elijah and Elias. Leaning on a black SUV, Gaya was on her phone, playing video games. The sound of gunshots and the occasional maniacal laughter from her game echoed through the otherwise silent rooftop. She didn’t look up, not even when the roaring engines announced the arrival of cars. Shortly after, the cars, three of them, zoomed into the space, one of them glided through the concrete, heading straight for Detroit with the malicious attempt to run him down. Elias stepped forward immediately, but Detroit didn’t move. Not a twitch. His hands remained tucked into his pants’ pocket, his eyes fixed on the speeding vehicle. Ten feet. Five. Gaya finally looked up from her phone, one brow raised. She paused her game with a sigh. “Idiot.” With a thunderous screech, the car swerved at the last second—tires howling against the pa

Detroit~ “Since you’re in town, why don’t you stop by the estate? Little Miss would be thrilled to see you.” Elias said as the car soared through the Capital city. The cutting-edge skyscrapers blurred past in streaks of light and steel, towering above them like watchful titans.Detroit didn’t answer immediately. He sat in the backseat, his broad frame sinking into the leather, one hand tapping lightly on his knee. His other hand, gloved, was clenched in a fist.Elias glanced at him through the rearview mirror. “It’s been nearly four months.”Detroit’s gaze remained on the city, dark eyes unreadable. The neon haze flickered in his irises, but there was no light behind them, just cold calculation and the faintest twitch of something else. Guilt. Regret. Or maybe just annoyance.“She doesn’t listen to anyone anymore,” Elias continued carefully. “She won’t go to school either. Not unless she sees you.”A muscle in Detroit’s jaw ticked.“That’s not my problem,” he said finally, voice low,

Detroit ~The child flinched. Detroit’s jaw tightened.Elias stepped in lightly, voice gentle. “She’s been working on that painting for months. Wouldn’t let anyone touch it.”Madam Helena waved a hand, sharp and regal. “The real question is, does he care?”Detroit met his grandmother’s gaze, unreadable. Then his eyes dropped to his daughter, still half-hiding behind her canvas.“You’ve been painting,” he said at last.She didn’t answer. Just looked up at him with those sharp silver eyes that mirrored his own. Something in her expression wavered between longing, terror, and disappointment.He nodded toward the canvas. “May I see it?”She hesitated. It wasn't perfect. She didn't want him to see her imperfections. Had she known he'd be coming today, she would have been more careful with the painting. Yet, under his sharp, watchful eyes, she couldn't turn him down. Her arms trembled slightly as she held it out.Detroit took it from her hands with unusual care. He looked at it in silence.

Adele~“So, when is the wedding?” Sarah waggled her brows suggestively. “Or should I say second wedding?”I dropped my head to the table with a groan. “There is no wedding! Not even a date… not a real one anyway.”Sarah gasped again – this time with a dramatic flair worthy of an Oscar. “Not a real one? So there was a fake one?”“Okay, that’s not what I meant.” I sat up, glaring at both of them. “You two are impossible.”Emily gave me a leveled stare. “You’re dodging. Which means there’s something to dodge.”“Yeah,” Sarah agreed, nodding like a deranged bobblehead. “We don’t care if he’s the Devil in designer, Adele. We’re your best friends. We get the front row seats. We demand details.”“I don’t even have details!” I whispered, half-panicked. “He’s just… you know, intense. And quiet. And completely unreadable.”Sarah rolled her eyes. “Unreadable is code for hot in a terrifying way.”“I think we broke up…?” I whispered, feeling the weight of it more than the thrill.Emily blinked. “Wa