All Chapters of The Billionaires Game : Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

LUCY’S POVThe judge returned to the courtroom after recess, and once again, everywhere was silent. It even seemed like the walls awaited her next words. I held Shane's hand under the table, and Dwayne sat behind us; I could hear his labored breathing.The judge cleared his throat and began to speak. “This court has reviewed the statements, the testimonies, and the evidence presented.” Then she looked straight at Meredith. “Kindly stand, Mrs. Meredith Hugh.”Slowly, Meredith got to her feet. Her face was white; her eyes darted about nervously, flicking around the room. For the first time, she looked scared. She was no more playacting; there was no more manufactured grief, no more perfect posture. She looked like someone who knew her lies had finally reached their end.The judge said, “Your plea, Mrs. Hugh, shows that you were fully aware of your actions. There will be no further argument of mental incapacity from you and it will not be considered.”People hushed. Her lawyer looked dow

LUCY'S POV:I froze mid-stride.I knew that voice.I really wished I didn’t.I turned around slowly.Celine was standing behind me, hands on her hips, wearing her sunglasses up on her head, though it was morning and not sunny. Her eyebrows seemed arched so high, they looked like they were trying to leave her forehead.Great. Just great.I did not look surprised, nor did I look annoyed. I kept my face quite calm and even managed to give her a small smile."I'm going inside," I said, "like a normal human being."She snorted. "Going in for what? Coffee? A tour? Oh, wait…you think you're here to ACT?"Was she kidding me? I was an actress and a popular one to a level. It was either she was stupid enough or she just wasn't into recent celebrity news which I highly doubted.I blinked. "Well, yes."“You?” She drew it out, like something dirty. “Do you really think you have a chance against me?”Coming up behind me, Sarah was already rolling her eyes. “Oh God, she’s here too.”Celine stepped c

LUCY’S POV: "…but Lucy isn't a saint either!" Celine exclaimed to the camera, wiping a tear that wasn't there a second ago. I bent forward, closer to my phone screen. "She pushed me to do this!" Celine, her voice cracking, continued. "You don't know what happens behind the scenes. She walks around like she is so innocent, like she is perfect. But she has this way of looking at you. She judges you. She made me feel small! I was under so much pressure. The industry is hard. I am just a girl! I was trying to defend myself against her negative energy!" I felt my blood start to heat up. Negative energy? I didn't even speak to her until she started tormenting me. "This is unbelievable," I whispered to the empty room. I wanted to type a comment. I wanted to scream at the screen. I wanted to call her and ask her if she really believed the nonsense coming out of her mouth. But then, I looked at the comments flying up the screen. My anger disappeared. I didn't have to say a word. The w

LUCY'S POV"Again?" I laughed. "You had that two days ago."He nodded vigorously. "The one with the little corn inside."He meant the Chinese-style chicken stew I made sometimes, which was mild, savory, and had baby corn and potatoes in it. It was his absolute favorite."Okay," I said, standing up and picking him up. He wrapped his little legs around my waist. "Rice and chicken stew it is. But you have to help me.""I’lll help!" he cheered.We entered the kitchen. It was a large, modern kitchen with marble countertops, but at this moment it felt cozy. I set Ethan down on his special stool near the sink."First, we wash our hands," I said.He soaped up his hands, making way too many bubbles, but I just laughed and helped him rinse them.I took out the chicken from the fridge and started to chop up the vegetables."Can I wash the baby corn?" Ethan asked, reaching for the bag."Yes, but be gentle," I said, handing him a small colander.He was very serious about the job at hand. He washed

LUCY'S POV“He's what? How?” Shane's calm yet confused voice threw the questions around.He noticed my shaken hands and touched them. “Talk to me, Lucy. What's his name?”My eyes met his and I hated my father again for showing up. He could have remained buried in jail for all eternity. “Henry Ludien. But he's known as Don Henrique.”Shane frowned, a confused look on his face. He recognized the name. All people in both the legitimate and illegitimate worlds knew the stories about the old family.“The drug kingpin?” Shane repeated, his voice perilously low. “The one who controlled the whole supply chain on the East Coast in the nineties?”“Yes,” I sobbed. “He has been in maximum-security federal prison for eighteen years. He was sentenced to life. I don’t understand how he is out. I don’t understand!”“Eighteen years,” Shane repeated, his mind racing. “He must have made a deal. Or someone called in a favor.”“He texted me,” I said, nodding toward my phone, which lay dead against the wal