All Chapters of Betrayed on the wedding day : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Leviana sat on the edge of the bed in her cabin, the soft sway of the yacht doing nothing to calm the storm raging inside her chest. She had seen Adrian earlier, standing far too close to Deviana on the pier. Though Deviana’s face was cold, Adrian’s eyes betrayed the truth—there was still something burning inside him for that woman.Her hands trembled as she clutched the hem of her dress. Why does it hurt so much? she asked herself. Why am I always just the shadow beside him, never the one he truly sees?Her reflection in the mirror showed a pale woman, eyes wide with fear and fury. That was when the idea struck her—dark, desperate, but powerful. If she couldn’t hold Adrian with love, she would hold him with something stronger: fear of losing her.She stood abruptly, pacing the room. “If I can’t win his heart with affection…” she whispered to herself, “then I will chain him with pity.”Her lips curved into a bitter smile as she opened a drawer, pulling out a small compact of pale powd

The afternoon was heavy with the scent of rain, the clouds hanging low as Deviana stepped out of the café across the street from the hospital. She had not planned to linger there, but fate had other designs. Her eyes caught movement near the entrance, and when she turned her gaze, she froze.Leviana.The woman emerged from the hospital doors, her steps measured, deliberate—yet too steady for someone who had been described as deathly ill. She wore a pale cardigan, a scarf wrapped neatly around her neck, her face carefully composed with a fragility that almost looked rehearsed.Deviana narrowed her eyes. From the distance, she observed the subtle stiffness in Leviana’s movements—the quick glance over her shoulder, the way she seemed more concerned with who might be watching than with her own health.Strange… very strange.Leviana’s hand brushed her temple as if she were faint, but when she thought no one was looking, her posture straightened, sharp and alert.Deviana felt a chill of vin

The night air was heavy with mist, wrapping the city in a damp chill. Adrian had just returned from a late business meeting, his tie loosened, his thoughts fogged with exhaustion. He stepped into the apartment where Leviana was staying, greeted by dim lights and the faint scent of lavender.“Leviana?” he called softly, setting his briefcase aside.There was no answer. He moved further into the living room, the silence pressing down on him. Then his eyes fell on her—Leviana, lying sprawled across the carpet near the sofa, her body limp, her face pale.“Leviana!” His heart lurched, adrenaline surging as he rushed to her side. Kneeling, he touched her cheek, cold but not icy, then checked her pulse with trembling fingers. It beat steadily beneath his touch, but her eyelids remained closed.“No, no, no… Stay with me!” His voice cracked with urgency as he shook her gently.At that exact moment, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway. Deviana had been walking back from a nea

The afternoon air was crisp, a faint chill brushing through the city as Deviana stepped out of her car. She hadn’t meant to come here—her heart had led her. Something inside refused to settle since that night she saw Leviana faint dramatically in Adrian’s arms.Deviana tilted her head up, her eyes narrowing as she spotted the familiar building—Leviana’s apartment, where Adrian had been spending most of his time. She almost turned back, but then movement at the entrance caught her eye.Her heart lurched.Leviana stepped out of the glass doors, her posture straight, her steps light and confident. She wore dark sunglasses and a fitted coat, her lips painted in a vibrant shade of red. There was no trace of weakness, no limp, no trembling hands. She looked like a woman going out for a glamorous evening, not someone bedridden and clinging to life.Deviana’s breath caught in her throat. So it’s true… she’s been lying all along.For a moment, Deviana stood frozen, torn between anger and grim

The morning sunlight spilled into the apartment, painting the walls with a gentle glow. Adrian had just returned from picking up breakfast when he heard it—a strangled gasp followed by a violent cough. His heart leapt into his throat.“Leviana?” he called, rushing toward the bedroom.He froze at the sight before him. Leviana sat hunched over the edge of the bed, a trembling hand pressed against her lips. Crimson streaks stained the white tissue in her grasp. Her shoulders shook as she coughed again, a pitiful sound that sliced through the quiet.“Adrian—” Her voice was hoarse, breaking as tears pooled in her eyes. “It’s getting worse… I can’t—”The tray in Adrian’s hand clattered onto the nearby table as he knelt beside her. “Oh my God, Leviana, you’re spitting blood?” His voice cracked in panic. “We need to call someone now!”She shook her head weakly, her face pale, sweat glistening on her brow. “Please… don’t leave me. Just—stay.”But Adrian was already fumbling for his phone. “No,