Lahat ng Kabanata ng Billionaire Regrets: Loving a Substitute Ex-Wife: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

Suspicion – The Murder Plot‘Alice, you belong to me.’ Marcel was singularly focused on making Alice his.Alice remained unconvinced about Marcel’s amnesia, yet she continued to allow him to stay with her out of a sense of guilt.That morning, the Alexander House felt stifling, as if the very air was holding its breath. Morgan, who had returned home the night before with a heavy heart, now sat at his desk. His gaze was vacant, fixed on their wedding photo on the desktop monitor.“He is no longer your husband, Alice. So why did you choose to stay with him instead of with me? Should you not be my wife?” His own words echoed, stinging his ears.Morgan knew he ought to trust Alice. He knew Alice was only acting out of a sense of obligation. But he was intensely jealous and hurt whenever he saw the softness in Alice’s eyes while she fed Marcel—watching Marcel use his amnesia as a pretext to drag Alice back to their past—it felt like a gnawing poison. He felt powerless; he couldn't make an

You Lied to Me Alice ran to Marcel’s study upstairs. Using a lock-picking trick she knew from her past in this house, she opened the door. Marcel’s phone was lying on the desk. Alice snatched the phone, her hands shaking. The screen was locked. She tried a few important dates from their past. Failed. She took a breath. Morgan’s birthday. Click. The phone unlocked. Marcel had always favoured numbers for things he didn’t want others to know. Alice quickly opened the message history. There was nothing from Leo there. Marcel had already deleted it. But she checked the photo and document folders. She found one recently uploaded photo: A blueprint of Morgan’s house, marked with red dots and escape routes. And in the corner of the desk, a small flash drive was tucked away, hidden beneath a stack of financial documents. Alice quickly grabbed the flash drive, hiding it in her unde

Because of You, I Became a Mistress“Morgan, will you work with me again to find Alice? She is a kind and gentle woman, and honestly, I am more afraid of losing her to death by kidnapping than I am of losing her when she chooses you and lives with you,” Marcel confessed.“Very well! I will cooperate with you again to find Alice’s whereabouts. Where is Alice, actually? Who kidnapped her?” Morgan replied with a question.“I don’t know yet. I will do anything to find Alice.”They decided to work together again to find Alice’s whereabouts. Two people were faster than one.Far away, on the outskirts of London, behind the glamour of the nightlife and happiness, Alice had instead fallen into the hands of an enemy.A woman wearing a mysterious mask was there in a locked warehouse. She slapped the hair of Alice, whom they had kidnapped. Alice could only groan in pain from the hard slap.“Feel this! Because of you, I have to live like this!” screamed the woman

Your Game is Over Alice had to survive; she had to frustrate Fiona utterly, and she did this only to ensure she wouldn’t be tortured again. This woman decided that if she had to die, she would do so as a wife and a great woman, not as a captive. “Fiona,” Alice called out, her eyes now filled with fierce resolve, devoid of any trace of fear. “You will never be a queen. You will forever be a slave to your own envy and vendetta. You are merely a shadow seeking a new master, and nothing more than a cheap woman.” The words shattered Fiona’s fragile confidence. The woman raised her hand, ready to deliver a slap. But suddenly, the sound of the old iron warehouse door opening echoed. KLAK! The heavy warehouse door swung wide, as if someone had entered. A cold shaft of moonlight pierced the gloom, and there, stood the silhouette of a man: Morgan, entirely alone. Tall and imposing, he looked like the Angel of Death who had just arri

The Utterance of Hatred Morgan carried Alice into the ambulance. His gaze upon her was a mix of scorching love and extreme exhaustion. Yet, one thing did not leave Morgan’s face: acute vigilance. Although Fiona was dead and Charles had been captured by Marcel, Morgan knew the real danger had not been completely averted: the Angel Network was still amidst the unstable Lazarus Code process. Inside the ambulance, Morgan did not allow the paramedics to touch Alice before examining her himself. He knelt beside the emergency cot, checking the shallow cuts on Alice’s wrists and ankles. “Are you alright?” Morgan asked, his voice hoarse. He held Alice’s face, seeking reassurance in her eyes. “I’m just cold, Morgan,” Alice replied, meeting his gaze. “The wounds are superficial. But I need to get out of here soon. You must finalise the Lazarus Code.” Morgan responded with a nearly imperceptible nod. Alice always knew what w