All Chapters of Bride of the Billionaire Beast: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Scott leaned back in his chair, frowning. "What are you talking about, Daniel? What does that man have to do with any of this?" he demanded. Daniel wiped his forehead like he needed the courage to go on. "Alexia Hartley... is Alexandra Kingsley," Daniel said, placing a photo on the desk in front of him—Alexia, only in the photo she was blonde and more tanned, taken on the day of her wedding to Albert Blackwell. It was the same person. The exact same person—there was no denying it. But it wasn't something Scott hadn't already suspected. "I figured," Scott sighed. "That's why I asked you to investigate. Alexia wants revenge on them—I assume it's because they hurt her." Daniel nodded as he handed him more reports. "According to this, Alexandra Kingsley had an accident in one of her Ferraris on her wedding day. The body was never recovered, and she was declared dead," Daniel continued. "Her husband inherited everything, and just two weeks after getting the inheritance, Albert

Alexia's eyes filled with tears. But what could she say? That she didn't know? That she couldn't even tell because, for days now, nothing about her body felt right anymore? She buried her face in her hands and wept bitterly. "No... I don't know, I don't think so. When I got here, you were unconscious. You couldn't have done anything…" "Alexia, try to remember." "I don't know! I don't know!" she cried desperately. "But this was a trap! It was a setup to make Scott find me with you... Oh, God! I have to explain! I have to tell him!" Howard knew trying to stop her would be pointless, so he opened the safe and handed her the file she had come to retrieve. "Whatever happens, you have to come back here, Alexia," he said, holding her by the shoulders. "You have to come back because we need to go to the hospital. We need to get checked and report this to the police, do you understand? Are you listening to me?" But for Alexia, everything else was secondary now. She nodded to reass

Alexia didn't respond. She couldn't. Her soul was completely shattered. She walked to the door in silence and looked up at the sky as she stepped outside. The day was gray and rainy, dark. She felt the raindrops soak her face. She couldn't move. She couldn't think. She didn't feel anything. She had sworn no one would ever break her heart again—and there she was, devastated less than three months after meeting the man who had hurt her more than Albert ever had. The rain soaked her in minutes, and those words kept repeating in her head. "What a shame Albert failed!" She looked at the file in her hand and whispered, "Yes… it was a shame…" The papers slipped from her fingers and she left them there. She walked to the front gate, and from the window, he saw her cross it slowly, with an empty gaze, walking out of his life for good. Scott couldn't take it anymore. He collapsed into a chair, sobbing bitterly. He had never felt so betrayed, never felt so alone. He loved her—he loved h

Alexandra felt like she was drowning in fear, and the doctor shook her head with concern. "I understand, but I looked over the medical records you provided. It seems you've been in the hospital several times over the last few months, is that right?" Alexandra nodded, burying her hands in her hair. "I can see that during all those times, you were given a lot of medications—most of which cause interactions that can degrade the effectiveness of contraceptives. So medically speaking, if you had sex during that time, it's pretty normal that you'd end up pregnant." The doctor checked her implant, then nodded as if confirming her assessment. "Yes. I can tell this was a shock to you, but you'll need to decide what you want to do about the baby. If you choose to keep it, we'll have to remove the implant right away," she explained, and Alexandra felt a lump form in her throat. What was she going to do about the baby? How could she know? It was crazy. First, she'd have to call… Call who?

A few minutes later, an ambulance was rushing Gerard to the hospital, with Scott and Daniel following in a car. The grandfather was admitted, and a doctor came out to explain that he needed emergency surgery. "A pacemaker," said the cardiologist. "His heart is weak. We need to operate and place a pacemaker." Scott was trembling. He adored his grandfather—the only family he had left in the world. He couldn't imagine life without him. "Yes... yes, do whatever you have to do." The two-hour surgery felt like an eternity. Scott couldn't think straight, so Daniel handled all the paperwork, insurance, and hospital details. "Family of Mr. Gerard Hamilton?" came a voice Scott hadn't forgotten. He stood up instantly, facing none other than Howard. "I'm Dr. Eckart. I was the surgeon for your grandfather," the doctor said coldly, as if Scott were a stranger. "The operation was successful. He'll be moved to recovery soon. The cardiologist will monitor his condition, but the prognosis is