All Chapters of Billionaire Regrets: Loving a Substitute Ex-Wife: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

"You’ve been here for four days now. You will be my maid and cook for me. Morgan always praised your cooking; if you wish to survive, never defy me. I will torture your son if you dare, Alice," Fiona threatened. "Very well! I will be your maid, or your dog. As long as Alvin is safe. You have already poisoned me, and I can’t escape from here anyway." Alice was helpless; Fiona had forced her to swallow a poisonous pill, the antidote for which she had to drink every three days lest she die, foaming at the mouth. Now, she could only submit and follow their game. At that moment, Marcel returned to Morgan's villa. He saw the man being attacked by Lorenzo's subordinates. He helped Morgan while wearing an Indonesian-style mask—a mask depicting Ravana, the demon king from the wayang legends, a truly wicked figure. "Marcel... thank you for helping me," Morgan said. "Remember this! No one is allowed to kill you but me—your twin brother," Marce

Alice, exhausted yet infused with new strength, hugged her daughter tightly. "You won't be able to kill this child because I said she's Marcel's daughter. He will definitely come to save my child." "I don't care," Fiona said, kicking a bucket of dirty water near Alice. "This baby will be a hostage, just like Alvin. You gave birth to her here, so this is her birthplace. Welcome, 'Little Hostage'." Alice named her daughter Alena in her heart. "Take the child, look after her. She is a better gift for Lorenzo and your enemy, Morgan," Fiona ordered one of her men, then she turned to Alice. "Now, the set of hostages is complete. Morgan will come for you, and I will destroy everything. You and your children will witness the downfall of the man you love." "I never loved Morgan," Alice retorted. "Then why were you so heartbroken when Morgan chose me back then?" "Because I was just a stupid woman. I thought that

Marcel shot the two guards who had just appeared and gave a signal to Morgan. "Shortcut! Through the water tunnel!" Marcel ripped open the iron grate on the floor. Alice, Alvin, and their baby daughter were about to emerge from the darkness. Morgan looked at Alice, their eyes meeting in a silent promise that nothing would separate them again. "We’re free, Alice. We’re going home. We can be together soon." They descended into the tunnel, with Marcel covering the rear. Outside, police sirens began to wail—a sign that Lorenzo’s power was starting to crumble. "Quickly, Morgan! This way! Our forces have cleared a safe path at the end!" Marcel called out, his eyes warily scanning the dark corridors. He knew Lorenzo's resistance wouldn't be this easy. "Listen to me, Alice," Morgan whispered to his woman. "I’m sending you out with the children. You must go now." Alice looked at h

"Why are you instructing me? I am crying because I’m worried about owing this man a life debt," Alice replied. "Very well! I will go. Please never go back to Morgan," Marcel pleaded. "I won't go back to him." Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Two months had passed, yet Morgan showed no signs of waking up. Alice and Alvin frequently visited Morgan at the hospital, but the doctor kept saying the patient remained unconscious. Marcel watched all of Alice's attention being focused on Morgan. He was consumed by jealousy towards Alice. Now, he came to collect on his promise, especially since Alice and Marcel had been formally divorced when she was forced to sign the divorce papers by Morgan during her kidnapping. "Alice, I do not like you caring for this man who is nearly dead. I have come to claim my promise from you," Marcel said. "What promise? What is wrong with you? Coming here and yelling immed

The following day, Alice took Morgan to the spacious back garden of their home. She allowed Alvin and Lily to play nearby under the close watch of their nannies. Alice sat on the garden bench beside Morgan, recounting sweet memories of their past. Morgan listened intently. His face showed confusion occasionally, but there was a stillness within him when he was near Alice. He did not recall the details, but his instinct told him that this woman beside him was his safe harbour. “I know I don’t remember Alvin, and I don’t remember Lily, but why don’t I hate you, Alice?” Morgan asked, looking at Alice. “In my memory, we are not yet married. We should still be... planning the future.” “Perhaps because in your innermost heart, you know we are destiny, Morgan,” Alice replied, smiling gently, as she held his hand. Suddenly, someone approached from the other direction. Alice saw the man, and her heart immediately pounded rapidly. Standing be