All Chapters of Betrayed By Husband And Son: Rise Of A Billionaire Wife : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Detroit~ The question hit me like a slap. What kind of a question was that? Of course I like him, otherwise would I agree to be in this relationship?! Well, maybe I would, considering how desperate I was to get the resort and prove myself to my son. But then, I couldn't just tell him I liked him. From what I noticed about him and how he raised Silver, it was clear that Detroit West wasn't the type to welcome emotions. What if he was just testing me, like the male lead in the stupid romance book Sarah gave me? The idiot male lead broke up with a girl because she loved him. I blinked, parting my lips, but no sound came out. My throat had gone dry. “I—” I stammered, eyes flitting across his face. He wasn’t intimidating me. That wasn’t it. He was just… intense. So painfully intense I felt like if I lied, he would know. If I dodged, he’d see straight through me. If I told the truth… Detroit reached up and gently tucked a stray curl behind my ear. The touch was featherlight

Adele~Sarah leaned forward, intrigued. “That could work… and it’ll feel interactive. People will share it online like crazy.”Mark nodded. “Exactly. They’ll vlog. They’ll post. They’ll tag us. Not because we paid them, but because they genuinely love it. We let them tell the story. The raw, unedited, very real story.”I glanced between them, torn between anxiety and awe. “We’ll need permits. Vendors. Staff coordination. Sanitation. Crowd management—”“I’ll handle that,” Mark said confidently. “I’ll draw up the full plan, get us covered legally, and reach out to my contacts for temporary staffing. We’ll need tight scheduling, but it’s doable.”Emily blew out a breath. “We’ll also need more bathrooms.”With that, everyone froze, even Mark. It was clear he didn't think of it.“Yeah, bathrooms,” he whispered. However, Sarah slapped her forehead, “Ah, right, I almost forgot.” She began. “What about those portable outdoor restrooms? We could get them and station them near the side gardens

Detroit~Elijah stared at their boss and childhood friend with wide eyes, mouth slightly ajar. The only time Detroit was this shaken was when he lost their sister and niece eight years ago. After that time, Detroit had never let his anger show. And for someone like Detroit West, who could gut a boardroom or an enemy with the same blank stare, this was not good.“You think I don’t know that?” Detroit ground out, chest heaving. “You think I don’t wake up every damn morning seeing your sister's tears-stricken face? And the heartbeat of my child that I never got to meet?” Elias didn’t speak. Not right away. He knew when Detroit was spiraling too fast to be caught mid-fall. But still, he stepped forward, just enough to let his presence be a tether.Detroit turned away, running a bloodied hand through his hair, and then leaned both arms on the edge of his desk like it was the only thing keeping him upright.“She’s my wife,” he muttered, almost too low to hear. “But not in the way you mean.

Adele~He was fucking lying on my bed! His broad frame stretched across the comforter like he belonged there, one arm under his head, the other resting over his chest, and his cold, stormy eyes fixed solely on me! Was I imagining him? I could be. I blinked, trying to clear my head. After all, I'd been thinking about him in the bathroom for long minutes. “I thought you were going to sleep in there.”I jumped in shock. He was real! And the towel slipped.“Oh God!” I gasped, arms to catch the towel but it was far too late. The towel landed in a miserable heap at my feet, and my whole body locked in horror.For a second—just a second—he didn’t move. Didn’t blink.His eyes swept over me in slow, deliberate motion, as if memorizing every curve of my body. I didn’t know whether to scream or dive for cover.“What the hell are you doing here?” I tried to sound indifferent while going down to pick up my towel. He sat up, dragging his hand down his face like he’d aged a thousand years in

Adele~“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his hands moving to my hips, pulling me closer still. I could feel the hardness of his body against mine, and a low, needy sound escaped my throat.He kissed me again, this time, with desperation and the hunger of a man who couldn't wait to devour a woman he'd been dreaming of. I clung to him, willing us to merge and become one. He walked me back until my rear hit the glass walls of the bathroom. He broke the kiss when I felt I couldn't breathe anymore, his head dropped to my crook, trailing kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as he kissed and nipped his way lower. His hands moved to my sagging breasts—a part of me that didn't make me feel very confident—cupping them gently, his thumbs brushing over my nipples which were already tight and aching for his touch. I arched into him, my head falling to the side as pleasure washed over me.“Detroit,” I gasped, my voice trembling. “Please.”He looked up at me, his eyes burning with in