All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE LAST LIE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Eva’s Monroe Point of view"I found myself standing in front of the mirror, my fingers trembling a bit as I fastened my earrings.Not for fashion—more for armor. I needed to look composed. Professional. Like someone who had nothing to hide and everything to lose.I rehearsed the line again. “My brother’s transferring hospitals. I need the records for continuity.”It sounded weak, even in my head. But maybe that was the point—to sound harmless and invisible. Not like someone chasing ghosts hidden in ink and altered files.By the time I arrived at the hospital, the sun was relentless. It scorched the asphalt and transformed the glass doors into a reflective mirror.I saw myself before stepping in—too thin, jaw tight, eyes that hadn't slept since yesterday.Not a sister-in-law. Not a widow. Not a liar. Just… exhausted. The receptionist’s smile was tight.“I’m here for Liam Monroe’s records,” I said, pushing a confident edge into my voice. “His full medical file. He was admitted four

"Eva Monroe's Point Of View'' Something was off. Harper was too quiet this morning.She'd smiled at me like she always did—chilled perfection, eyes warm enough to fake sincerity—but there was something in the way she lingered by the coffee pot, stirring slowly, watching me from the corner of her eye.Cassian asked if I slept well. I lied. Harper laughed too loud at his joke. My stomach churned.I told myself I wouldn’t call Dr. Rowe. I was going to the hospital soon enough. But guilt chewed through me like acid. I missed our meeting yesterday. What if he found something? What if I’d blown it?And still, I didn’t call.Harper inserted herself into every sliver of my day. She rearranged lunch plans, reassigned the maid who usually left me alone, even offered to help me pick out clothes "for a fresh start."Fresh start. She made it sound like I was broken.By noon, I was desperate. I slipped into the guest wing, feet quiet on marble. Harper’s phone lay on a side table, screen dim. Unloc

"Eva's Monroe's Point of view"Morning light slanted through the blinds of Dr. Rowe’s office, striping his desk in pale gold. His coffee had long gone lukewarm, untouched, as Eva’s words circled endlessly in his head.“She was acting strangely that day… Lily.”He frowned, rubbing at his temple. Lily had been at his hospital for years. Reliable. Steady. Yet Eva’s certainty unsettled him more than he cared to admit. At last, with a reluctant sigh, he turned toward his computer and pulled up the hospital’s CCTV archives.Hours passed in silence. Rowe scrolled through grainy footage, his eyes burning from the glow of the screen. Then—he froze.The hospital parking lot appeared on the monitor. Lily stood near the back, her posture stiff, glancing around as though she didn’t belong there. A dark car pulled up. Harper stepped out, dressed impeccably as always. They spoke briefly. Then Lily slid a small envelope into Harper’s hand. Both women cast a wary look over their shoulders before parti

Eva's Monroe Point Of View"The courtroom smelled of polished wood and old secrets.I walked in silently. My heels echoed on the marble—click… Click… click—announcing me to a room that had already judged me.Harper sat confidently beside Cassian’s lawyer, legs crossed, lips curled into a satisfied smile.Cassian was a few rows ahead—rigid, unreadable. He didn’t look back.I sat alone.I didn’t have a lawyer.I didn’t need one… because truth doesn’t require representation.The judge entered, gavel striking.“All rise.”Everyone stood.“You may be seated,” the judge said.Cassian’s lawyer rose, buttoning his suit jacket with practiced precision.“Your Honor, we are here regarding the financial misconduct of Mrs. Eva Vale.”I kept my eyes on the table.He placed a stack of papers down like a weapon.“Mrs. Vale married Mr. Cassian Vale solely for financial gain,” the lawyer declared. “She deceived him with an elaborate lie about her brother’s illness. She funneled money into a personal ac

"Eva's Point Of view"orning light filled the Vale mansion’s wide kitchen, warm and soft—but the house still felt strangely cold.I stood at the counter, slicing strawberries for my breakfast bowl. My movements were steady, almost automatic. Cassian stood a few feet away, leaning on the doorway like he didn’t know if I ’d let him get closer.“Eva,” he said quietly.I didn’t look up.He cleared his throat and tried again. “Eva… can we talk?”I rinsed my hands under the tap, still facing the sink. “I’m trying to get things done. I’m already running late.”“You’re avoiding me.”“I’m busy,” I corrected, my voice flat.That simple reply hit him harder than shouting ever would have.He stepped forward. “I know I messed up. I know I didn’t protect you the way I should have. I’m… I’m sorry. I’m trying to fix it.”My hands paused over the towel. my shoulders tightened.“Fix it?” I repeated softly. “Cassian… you can’t fix what you allow to happen.”He swallowed. “If you just let me explain—