Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire's True Wife (English Version): Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

After a few days, Alexander finally tracked down the hideout of the men who had tried to kill his mother. He didn’t hesitate to make his own plan—he refused to rely on anyone. Revenge would be his alone. Silently and carefully, he entered the dark lair. His footsteps made almost no sound as he moved through every corner of the place. Based on his estimate, only three men were inside—perhaps the others were away. But in every corner of the room, danger was palpable. On top of a table lay several guns—black, heavy weapons carrying death within them. Each one was paired with bullets, ready to fire at any moment. The smell of oil and gunpowder began to clog his throat. Alexander paused for a moment. His heart pounded hard—not out of fear, but out of anger. He needed to decide quickly. One mistake, and he could be the next to fall. “What should I do first?” he asked himself, trying to steady his trembling hand. Only one thing was clear—he wouldn’t leave without achieving the justice he

“Where are the criminals?!” Lejandro shouted, furious, as he strode quickly through the police officers who fell silent under the weight of his presence. The air itself seemed to shake from the force of his voice. His brows were deeply furrowed, his eyes bloodshot, and his fists clenched tightly. He no longer paid attention to the woman he had just locked eyes with earlier. He also ignored the puzzled looks of the officers—he only wanted to see the people responsible for blowing up his wife’s car and to find out where they had taken her. When he reached the main officer, his voice rang out again, filled with conviction and burning vengeance. “Where are they?! Bring those animals out to me!” At the corner of the station, the two criminals flinched and lowered their heads. They quickly covered their faces with thin cloths to hide their identities. Their bodies trembled—they knew that once they were pointed out, there would be no turning back. They could already feel the judgment i

“If he even tries to drag me into this… he will never see our child again!” Furtiza whispered firmly, her eyes tightly shut as she leaned against the muscular arms of the man who had been with her all night. Her body still felt the warmth of the night, but the fire of anger burning in her chest was far stronger. The man gently kissed her shoulder, as if unwilling to let her go. But Furtiza quickly stood up and began putting on her clothes. “I’ll be leaving now… I have something important to take care of,” Furtiza said coldly yet firmly, as if each word carried weight. “Okay…” the man replied briefly, exhaling thick smoke out of the slightly open window without even looking at her. Behind his calm demeanor, there seemed to be a hint of doubt. Furtiza’s steps were quiet but heavy as she walked out of the room. Meanwhile, at the police station, Erick sat rigidly, holding his forehead, sweating despite the cold surroundings. “So, Mr. Monteroso, I’ll ask you again… where did you take

“Please just come with us to the station. You can get a lawyer so you can file an appeal,” a police officer said to Furtiza, his tone cold but authoritative. “Let me go! I don’t know anything about what that Erick is saying!” Furtiza shouted angrily as she struggled. Her arm was almost twisted from the officer’s grip, but she refused to back down. Suddenly, the door to Tiffani’s room burst open. She panicked, her voice trembling as she rushed toward her mother. “What’s happening?! Why are you arresting my mom?! What did she do?!” The young woman was almost on her knees in front of the officers, but they didn’t even acknowledge her. “YOU’RE SO STUPID!” Furtiza screamed, nearly losing her voice from anger and fear. “I didn’t do anything! Call a lawyer, Tiffani! NOW! BEFORE THIS ROTTEN SYSTEM SWALLOWS ME WHOLE!” Tiffani trembled, not knowing what to deal with first—her tears, her fear, or her anger over what she couldn’t understand. With no other choice, Tiffani tried to call a law

“You’re still alive until now, Elijah Ferman?!” Mrs. Mendez shouted, her gaze sharp, every word filled with resentment and anger. “You should have been content that your child wasn’t with you—you already have another one! Why do you still have to take Alexander away from me?!” she added. Elijah froze when she heard her child’s name. It felt like a sharp knife stabbed straight into her heart. But she didn’t look away, she didn’t step back. “Because he is my child… he is my child, Mrs. Mendez,” she whispered, her voice hoarse but filled with pain. “And you… you are the reason I lived in darkness for so many years.” She stepped forward, her body trembling—not from fear, but from emotions that had long been buried and were now threatening to explode. “You didn’t just take my child away… you took my identity.” Tears fell from her eyes—fast, warm, and uncontrollable. “I was forced to live as someone I was not. Every time I answered to the name ‘Raquel,’ I slowly lost myself…” Mrs. Mend