Broken Vows: A Billionaire's Secret의 모든 챕터: 챕터 141 - 챕터 150

CHAPTER 141ZYLIAH'S POV"Dora, what are you doing here? Is this where you live? Are you the one who wrote this note? Who was that lady that delivered it?" I had so many questions and couldn't help myself from asking them."Let's go inside." She led the way into an old building with peeling paint.The stairs were rusty old metal that made a sharp creaking noise as we climbed them. More like me tiptoeing for fear of putting all of my weight on their shaky stairs and risking breaking a vital part in my body, particularly my spine.This was a nightmare. I was even too scared to look down. What the fuck?! What kind of a place was this? Dora made really good money working for me that year. What happened when she had to resort to living in such a death trap disguised as a home?Soon, the nightmare was over. We entered a passage and stopped when she did before a door and carefully opened it.The door creaked."Sara?" Dora called.I frowned, wondering if it was the same Sara I knew. My eyes s

CHAPTER 143VICTORIA'S POVThrough my sunglasses, I observed the environment with a disgusted and annoyed expression. This was like a dump for humans. Unwanted humans who had no hope of surviving, let alone thriving.It was as though they had been forgotten and abandoned to die here."I feel like puking my guts out, Sabrina. Where's the girl so we can leave?"We were here for the pregnant girl. After days of research, we'd discovered there was a pregnant girl. Though we didn't ask how far gone she was, we had agreed to meet her."Stop it, Mom. The residents are watching us. Don't let them hear you speak ill of their place. They look like they wouldn't forgive that." Sabrina seemed wary.I rolled my eyes, inwardly of course. I wasn't stupid enough to just let them see me roll my eyes at their surroundings. Sabrina was right. They looked very rough and tough. Wild and untamed. I wouldn't want to risk losing a part of my body or, even worse, every part of my body."What if the girl's far

CHAPTER 145GRANDMA CHARLOTTE'S POV"Hi, son." I walked into the private living room strictly for family only.The only person outside of the family who has ever been in here, with the exception of the maids, was Zyliah. Oh well, I shouldn't think of her now. It didn't matter anymore.My son, Oslaz, was entertaining himself with a movie. It was rare to see him watch movies. It was always news or playing games."Hello, Mom."And he wasn't alone."Great grandma!" My great-grandbabies ran up to hug me. All three of them.Now that I was aware that Alexa wasn't Williams by blood, it didn't make me love her less. She was innocent in all of this, and it would absolutely be cruel to make her suffer for it.To me, she would always be my great-grandbaby."How are you, my little darlings?" I went to make myself comfortable on a sofa, taking them with me.They flanked my sides. "I'm fine, great-grandma.""Where did you come from?" Casper asked."What did you buy, great-granny?" Waylen was already

CHAPTER 147ZYLIAH'S POV"How do we go about the plan?" I questioned as soon as Dora entered the dingy squalor that served as a living room.It was the next morning. I'd slept on the cold, hard floor of this living room. I'd turned down the offer to sleep on the bed after seeing its condition. I might have managed sitting on the shaggy couch, but there was no way in hell I was lying on that furniture of doom.The bedsheets were neat, but the bed itself was a disaster waiting to happen. It almost made me want to ask, of all the places to hide, why had they chosen such a dilapidated death trap?Anyway, it shouldn't be my concern. I was only here for a short while, and I guess they were too.Dora brought me a plate of a simple hot breakfast: scrambled eggs, bacon, and a considerable piece of baguette. Sara brought in a hot cup of coffee, prepared just how I liked it—dollops of cream and a small amount of granulated sugar.She used to be my maid, so she should remember."Good morning, ma'

CHAPTER 149ANTHONY'S POVFor the thousandth time, my eyes searched the entrance of the bar I was in, straining my neck, expecting a particular person to walk right in.It was twenty minutes past the agreed meeting time, and he still hadn't arrived.What was the delay for?I took a long pull from my beer, the bottle already slick with condensation from my grip. My knee bounced uncontrollably under the table, my eyes locked on the bar's entrance for the hundredth time.I wore a cap and a pair of sunglasses to hide my face. I couldn't risk being seen here.Although, I doubted if anyone would recognize me in here, but better safe than sorry.Finally, I spotted the familiar figure walking in. He paused, eyes scanning the area, obviously searching for me.I waved him over. He noticed and walked over to join me at the table.A waitress came to take his order and left."You kept me waiting," I stated, not pleased."I apologize for the delay, Mr. Smith. I had some trouble on my way down here,