All Chapters of The Billionaire's True Wife (English Version): Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

They all surrounded the laptop. Everyone was silent, as if time itself had stopped for all of them. The sound of the laptop mouse clicking and the faint sound of the device turning on felt like a gunshot in the middle of their silence. No one blinked. Even their breathing was being held back as the memory card was inserted, as if it were a bomb that could explode at any moment. Nervous and trembling, Secretary Donna’s hands held the mouse. Meanwhile, Raquel tightly clung to Lejandro’s arm—Lejandro could clearly feel her fear. The anxiety in Raquel and Lejandro’s chests was unlike anything else. They all had one goal: to find out who had the courage to send such a grotesque act of cruelty against an innocent creature—placed inside a box and directly sent to the Boraque Mansion. A clear act of warning, or a challenge to them. They all watched the laptop; from turning it on to inserting the memory card, no one dared to blink. Everyone was determined to know who the person was who

“What’s wrong with you?!” Furtiza (Elijah) shouted as she slapped Shanna. Shanna stumbled back in shock and pain, immediately stopping her scream. “Ouch! That actually hurts!” she complained, holding her cheek. “You screamed so loudly! What do you mean ‘dead body’?! You scared me! Look at my makeup—it’s all messed up!” Furtiza grumbled while checking herself in a small mirror. Silently, Shanna pointed at the box on the floor. “There! Look!” Furtiza turned and her eyes widened when she saw what was inside the box. “ERICK!!!” she screamed, almost at the same time the door opened. Erick entered with Tiffani. The father and daughter were laughing, clearly coming from a happy moment. “Wow, you two look so happy! What’s going on?!” Furtiza asked angrily, hands on her hips. “Hahaha! You’re high-blood again. What happened here?” Erick joked as he approached. “It’s Shanna! She screamed like there was a fire, and it turns out it’s just because of a dead frog in a box!” Furtiza said i

Raquel arrived at Velegas Police Station, the nearest and considered the safest place around the Boraque Mansion. Though still anxious and unable to calm the uneasiness in her chest, she knew this was the only place Ernesto could have gone to deliver the small box. As soon as she arrived at the station, Raquel wasted no time. She immediately went inside, carrying both anxiety and determination in her heart to find the answers she needed. “Good morning,” greeted a female police officer seated at the front desk. Raquel estimated she was around twenty-five to thirty years old. She had sharp yet gentle eyes, a firm posture, and clearly carried the discipline of service. She wore the full official uniform of a PO2 (Police Officer 2)—a rank that reflected years of experience in duty. “Good morning to you as well, PO2. I’m here to report and to find out why there’s been no update regarding a small box recently,” Raquel said calmly, though her voice carried a hint of nervousness. The PO2

“W-Who is that?” Ernesto’s voice trembled as he called out to whoever was outside his door. Each step he took closer felt heavy, as if his heart was struggling against its own beating. “E-Ernesto… is that you?” Raquel’s voice came from the other side—soft but earnest. “Open the door… please, open it. There’s something I need to know from you.” Her tone was calm, but it couldn’t hide the concern behind her words. It wasn’t concern born of love—but of a loyal friend who never turned away. Someone who had always been there—him. “Ra-Raquel… i-is that really you?! What are you doing here at my condo?” Ernesto said, trying to steady himself. “I just want to ask where you brought the small box a few days ago,” she said seriously. “Why won’t you open the door? What’s going on in there, Ernesto?!” Raquel’s voice was now filled with anger. Suddenly, everything inside Ernesto’s condo fell silent. Ernesto froze, trying to calm himself as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. His heart poun

Raquel was sleeping deeply on a soft, cool bed, as if she had momentarily forgotten all the pain and fear she had gone through. Her breathing was calm, but the marks of the accident were still visible on her face. The young man carefully cleaned the wounds on parts of her body, using cold cotton and medicine he had prepared earlier. He couldn’t help but stare at Raquel’s gentle face—as if he wanted to say something, but couldn’t bring himself to do it. He hesitated, afraid she might wake up while he was speaking in front of her. He had already taken her to a doctor discreetly. According to the doctor, her condition was stable, so he decided not to bring her to a hospital anymore. He didn’t want to risk her safety further, especially since there might still be danger nearby. As he watched her, he clenched the small cotton in his right hand tightly. In his other hand, he held a bottle of medicine—and in his frustration, he nearly crushed it. If it had been made of thin plastic, it wo