Semua Bab Betrayed By Husband And Son: Rise Of A Billionaire Wife : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Ryan?Was I seeing things? He messaged the company?Ah, right, he couldn't reach me anymore since I changed my number and email address. I clicked open his message, eager, though wary, to know what he wanted.And it read:[ I can't reach my wife. Put her on the phone. ] My mouth parted in disbelief.Wife?My hand tightened around the mouse as I reread the message twice, then a third time. As if somehow, the letters would rearrange themselves into something less entitled. Less delusional.But no. Ryan Thompson was still Ryan Thompson.Entitled. Arrogant. Outdated in every possible way.I hovered over the reply button, heart hammering in a strange blend of rage and twisted amusement.I’d rather deep-clean the entire resort with a toothbrush dipped in acid than be called Mrs. Thompson again.How comical, but unfortunately, I was in no mood to laugh alone. My girls and I would do that over lunch. “Well, Mr. Ryan Thompson, I've been waiting for days like this for six months. Let's put w

Adele~“Instead,” I continued, “you came in here strutting like you own the coastline, offering to ‘save’ us from a problem we already solved. That’s not partnership. That’s vulturing.”His jaw clenched before his smirk returned. “Business is business, Mrs. Ford. And business evolves. My investors want in. Your little seaside charm is trending. It’s prime territory now.”This arrogant peacock. He was still side-stepping the real issue here! I let silence settle between us for a bit, thinking of something to hurt his ego and make him fold like he made Mark fold six months ago. Then, the near perfect reply clicked and I leaned in slightly, just enough for only him to hear: “You know what I find funny, Louis? The last time you were here, you strutted around the lobby like a peacock, talking down to my manager. I thought then, that you'd gotten a seat beside God in the seventh heaven, I thought nothing would ever make you crawl back and suck on your vomit.”His lips twitched.“And now y

Adele~“It's Luca. His name is Luca, stop murdering it,” that was all I could say after all my brain cells abandoned me. Detroit chuckled like he’d just caught a rabbit in a trap. “Luca, Lincoln, Lexington– I don’t care. He doesn’t exist.”I sighed, there was no reasoning with this man. Before he could tease me to death again, I quickly changed the topic. “Your company endorsed ours on Trendle this morning. Did you give the order?”“They did?” His surprise didn’t seem fake, but with Detroit West, you could never be sure.“Yeah,” I said, pulling out my phone, logged into Trendle with my official account and flipped the screen toward him. “They praised us after we posted about the Open Week Festival. It was a generous comment. Almost like they like us or something.”The post had reached millions. There were tens of thousands of comments, millions of likes, and thousands upon thousands of reposts.But it was the WestCorp comment that stole the show—it stayed pinned at the top, with mor

Ryan~Ryan sat alone in his hotel suite at Luxehaven, staring at the blinking screen of his tablet. Another notification. Another disaster. He didn’t even open it. He already knew what it’d say.More trouble. More fire.It was like everything he built – public, secret, illegal – was falling apart, one piece at a time.Few days ago, a fire suddenly broke out in MFR Resort, that dummy beach resort. A place he used to launder money and hide certain people when needed. The east wing burned down. No suspects. No footage. Just smoke and fire. He managed to keep the news under wrap and away from the public but he lost more than just money. Then came the issue at Skyrise, his fancy penthouse service in the Northern region. Some nosy journalist stayed for two nights, then suddenly dropped a whole damn report online. Said there were unlicensed rebuilds, health code violations, and even hinted that high-class escort services ran through the suites. That news spread fast, in the whole of North.

Adele ~ “Adele, didn’t mean it that way. I was just congratulating you.” Julia bit her lip and lowered her eyes, all soft lashes and fake remorse. “Audrey, Sophie, that was not nice, apologize to Adele.” She sounded like a victim of bully. If I didn’t know her better, I would’ve believed her. But I did know her. However, what I didn't understand was why she was acting this way. The two girls glanced at her then muttered some form of apology, their eyes sliding sideways like guilty schoolgirls. I didn’t even look at them. My eyes stayed locked on Julia. “I didn't know I'd meet you here, but congratulations on your success, Adele. You've come a long way and truly deserve this win.” Okay, I was genuinely out of touch with where she was going with this. This woman who snatched my husband and son, came to my resort weeks ago and tried to ruin my launch, was suddenly singing my praises like we were old friends from boarding school? I blinked at her, unsure if I’d stepped into a