Lahat ng Kabanata ng Billionaire Regrets: Loving a Substitute Ex-Wife: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

"Alice, he's married and has children. Why on earth would he entrust his child to you?" Morgan snapped, clearly irritated. "Why not? What's wrong with it? I adore children. You were the one who took mine away. Morgan, stop interfering in my affairs," Alice replied, her voice heavy, as though she might cry, recalling Morgan’s cruel treatment in the past. "Alice, what's wrong? Why do you look so sad?" "Morgan, get out of my office! I don’t want to see you anymore. You remind me of the time you forced me to terminate an innocent baby." The beautiful woman immediately shed tears. At that moment, Alvin hugged Alice and called her ‘Mum’. "Mummy, why are you crying? Is this handsome uncle bothering you?" Alvin asked, thankfully still wearing his mask. Alice embraced Alvin and left her office. Morgan remained silent, only then snapping out of his daze. "Why do you care so much about someone else’s child? Alice, I was wrong, but I didn’t expect you to drift so far from Marcel. He and I h

'Have you two found a way out of my little game yet? Why are you still smiling so beautifully?' Marcel asked, having just arrived. 'Why are you here again? This isn't about smiles, Marcel. It's about facts. You can have all the lies you want, but the truth will always prevail.' 'And you... you can still look at me with such composure? Amusing. But let's see—will your love be strong enough when everyone around you believes you're the enemy?' Marcel smiled sneeringly, walking closer, his eyes fixed sharply on Alice. 'Morgan... I'm frightened. I don't want to make a mistake that could destroy us.' Morgan looked at her with complete conviction. 'I know, Alice. We will get through this. Don't be afraid. I'm right here, always for you.' 'Just you wait. I'll make you both regret putting me through so much suffering all this time.' Marcel's intention was for Morgan to desire Alice even more, but his next move was to be a far cruel

"I only want revenge. And you, and only you, can help me, Mr. Marcel." The beautiful woman pulled off her mask and head covering. Marcel flinched for a moment, falling silent after seeing the woman's true face. "Who are you? Why is your face so awful?" Marcel asked after a short pause. "I was in an accident; my car exploded after being chased by Alice's men, who were sent by her person to kill me. She wanted revenge on me," answered the disfigured woman, whose body was nevertheless shapely but whose face was indeed hideous. "Who were you before? Are you an enemy of Alice's?" Marcel inquired. "I am Alice's sworn enemy. But do you love that woman? Because your face is so similar to Morgan's, you must love the beautiful Alice, mustn't you?" "I love her for a reason. Just wait! If Alice ever betrays me, only then will I help you," he replied

Marcel's Final Game"Whatever happens, I have to win. This is for a better future," Morgan asserted.The man could only strive harder. City lights flickered outside the window, but the atmosphere within was tense and heavy, like a storm waiting to break. Marcel was no longer playing from a distance; he had begun to strike in ways that were more extreme, more personal, and more dangerous than before.Alice sat on the sofa, her hands clasped around a cup of nearly cold tea. Her eyes were fixed on the laptop screen displaying new threatening messages from Marcel."Morgan... this is different now," she whispered, her voice barely a tremor. "He’s not messing about this time. He... he wants to destroy us, not just our reputation, but our lives."Morgan looked at her, his face taut but calm. He stood and moved closer to Alice, gripping her hand tightly."I know, Alice. But listen to me. We've anticipated his move. We know his pattern of thinking, and we've alre

The lavish house belonged to Morgan, yet Alice was with him, and the silence was profound, broken only by the clock's measured ticking and the gentle trickle of rain on the balcony. That tranquillity, however, was merely an illusion. In the darkness, the laptop screen displayed the erratic and increasingly uncontrollable movements of Marcel’s latest digital ghost. Alice hunched over the monitor, her hands clenched tight.‘He won’t stop planning something… and I can feel it… this time it’s personal,’ she muttered.Morgan stared at the screen, his eyes unwavering. ‘I know. He’s furious, frustrated… but this is more than just losing control of his business interests. He’s starting to target us directly. Every message, every move he makes, holds a trap that could ensnare us if we let our guard down.’‘Could… could he attack us physically?’Morgan looked at her, his expression grim. ‘Perhaps. But I’ve already prepared the countermeasures. We won’t be caught off guard, Alice. We have to sta