All Chapters of The billionaire's secret son: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The news about Alessia’s wedding made headlines that morning. The big day, which she had dreamed of for three long years, was finally happening.Antonella was sitting with her hands resting on the counter, sipping a cup of coffee as she read the day’s news. She felt her throat tighten, and the liquid lingered, descending slowly and painfully, almost making her choke.She barely noticed Carmella’s presence, who had stopped to observe her and noticed a lingering sadness forming on her beautiful face. The fact that Antonella hadn’t brought up yesterday’s conversation or scolded her for meddling in her life made her feel a little better.In fact, neither of them had spoken about it, but Carmella felt the need to explain herself.“What’s wrong?” asked Carmella, causing her to turn her head to look at her. “Are you upset about my bringing your father here?”Antonella raised an eyebrow in a questioning expression.“You did what you thought was best,” she said, lowering her gaze back to the p

Alessia watched the sunrise through her bedroom window. For three long years, she had waited to live this moment—marrying the man she loved. The richest and most handsome man in town. Strangely, the only feeling swelling inside her chest was despair.She looked at the dress hanging on the rack, which was so beautiful, and remembered that she hadn’t touched it since she placed it there. The day before, she insisted that Carlota not return, claiming she felt unwell because of anxiety.Alessia couldn’t find a solution to her problem—how would she get the money to pay Fred? She felt like an idiot for trusting a stranger, and now she was in his hands.Time was running out. A growl escaped her lips as she read the message for the tenth time. There was only one way to convince Fred not to tell the truth, and after thinking about it long enough, Alessia finally grabbed her car keys and rushed out of the house.Half the town was still asleep as she drove through the empty streets. The first ra

It was late afternoon, six o’clock, and the light in the sky had not yet faded.Fred ran down the street, crossing the avenue between moving cars, turning his neck back with a stern face, wrapped in a layer of cold. His lips had turned pale. His pursuer was too close. When he looked ahead again, it was far too late. A car hit him, sending his body flying a short distance.Fred was lucky, if he could even call it that, as the driver had seen him several meters before the impact and, by slowing down, hit him in such a way that it didn’t cause major harm, neither to the driver nor to Fred.As Fred lay on the hot asphalt, he saw his vision blur and heard muffled shouts. He could only feel his legs ache so badly that they prevented him from getting up.Fred barely saw the figure of the police officer approaching and giving the order to arrest him. Even while he lay still, motionless, begging for help to get him out of there, the officer handcuffed him.Only one thought consumed his mind: h

Benjamim read the test so many times that he gradually lost track of the surrounding time. He was now late for his wedding. Suddenly, his phone vibrated persistently, call after call, message after message, but he was only interested in one thing—finding out if what Vladir said was truly the truth.“How do I know if what you’re telling me is true?” he asked, looking back at the chief, his face now drenched in sweat. “Are you trying to ruin my wedding with this, Vladir?”The chief sighed and looked out the window. There was no longer any light in the sky. An ironic smile tugged at his lips as he imagined the scandal that would erupt once Benjamim realized the truth and left his bride standing at the altar for the second time.He couldn’t deny the satisfaction he felt. Ruining Benjamim’s wedding brought him immense pleasure. He looked back at him, this time happy to have caused his downfall.“Did it ever occur to you that me telling the truth could be the revenge itself?” Benjamim raise

Alessia shed a tear from the corner of her eye.But none of it made any sense to her. Why was the sheriff delivering Benjamim's message? How had Benjamim discovered everything?Paralyzed, unable to move, she watched Vladir walk away, only to be stopped by Enrico. He was so stubborn that he didn’t care if he disrespected the sheriff and ended up being arrested.“First, you’re going to explain why you’ve become Benjamim’s errand boy,” Enrico said. Hearing this, Vladir paused, turning to face him with a clear look of embarrassment. “Are you saying that Benjamim is in jail and can’t marry my daughter?”Vladir’s deep eyes blinked, and he forced a fake smile as he approached Enrico, trying to intimidate him.“I don’t need to remind you who you’re talking to,” he said through clenched teeth, “but I’ll answer your question clearly. Benjamim is not in jail. He will come soon to explain everything to you.”“Well, Sheriff,” Enrico started again, realizing that Vladir was turning to leave, and gr