All Chapters of Revenge of the Billionaire's Betrayed Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Alisocial Tech Company, your so-called husband, guess who sued it.”“What.. it was you too…Silas I'm going to wreck you!” Fidelia faked, being annoyed and turned to Andrian who was smiling and rolling his eyes at Fidelia. “You? Wreck me? You can't. That's not even all, I sued the company to make the shares plummet, and stakeholders sell out their shares in fear at a low price….then I bought a lot of shares”“You are a demon, you know that!!” Fidelia raised her voice again.“Such a drama queen…as If you didn't know” Andrian muttered softly, and Fidelia quickly moved closer to shut him up with her hands on his lips“Shhh” she smiled and said without making a sound. Their eyes met, and time paused for them as they looked at each other deeply and the air around them began to become hot.And suddenly the car halted, Andrian slipped his hand around Fidelia and dragged her closer while using his legs to maintain balance. “My apologies sir, someone appeared from nowhere” The driver said b

"'With all due respect, ma'am, I think your numbers are off,' David had said, his voice carrying across the conference room. The table went silent. Everyone waited for Fidelia's reaction. She wasn't angry. Rather, she found it interesting. David was one of their best analysts—brilliant with numbers, terrible with reading rooms. He genuinely believed he was right, which made him dangerous in a different way than someone who was just trying to undermine her. "Fine, I was only just saying," David said, noticing how intense the atmosphere had gotten. "You seem pretty confident," Fidelia observed, her tone calm but probing. "I am. I'm not wrong about stuff like this." "Alright, don't back down now," Fidelia said. "I was planning a company dinner to celebrate our small win. Whoever loses this bet covers the expenses for everyone here." "What?" David blinked. "You can't be serious." "I'm serious," Fidelia said. David recovered quickly, a smirk forming. "Nice try. But that'

“Yo, Andrian, long time no see,” someone hissed from the shadows. His voice tried to sound casual, but his eyes twitched. “I heard you were out of the game. What brought you back?” Victor leveled a stare at Andrian. Two Red Vixen members stood pinned behind him, bruised and bleeding. Men in black shoved the beaten vixen into the building. Andrian cocked the gun again, the metallic click echoing through the narrow hallway, and tucked it behind his back as he stepped forward. “Victor, we need to talk.” The air was thick with tension as Andrian climbed the stairs, boots thudding slowly. “You’ve got two people I need. Give them to me.” Victor’s jaw tightened. “What are you talking about? Look around, it's only my men here.” Andrian unlocked his phone with an icy calm and showed him the photos: the two couples who’d framed Fidelia at the hospital. Victor took the phone. The brief flicker of recognition in his eyes was all Andrian needed. Victor swallowed hard. Seeing the reaction, An

"Fidelia!" Andrian shouted the moment he opened the door to his house. He rushed straight to the kitchen, only to find the table covered with different delicacies. The sight left him completely shocked."Can’t believe you ran in here because you were scared I’d burn the house down," Fidelia said, turning to look at him with a smirk."Wow…" The scent of the food hit Andrian first, sweeping him off his feet before his eyes began drowning in the sight of it all. After feeding his gaze, he glanced up at Fidelia."Where’s the chef that cooked this? I’m a hundred percent sure it’s not you.""You underestimate me a lot. I should sue you.""So what’s the occasion? Why did you suddenly decide to cook?" Andrian asked, dragging a chair out and sitting down, staring at the spread—steaming jollof rice, crispy fried chicken, bowls of vegetable soup, and fresh bread rolls. He didn’t even know where to start."Well, the occasion is called hunger," Fidelia replied, removing her apron as she sat opposi

Fidelia wasn't herself anymore. A totally new personality had taken over — one far astray from her. And the person in charge was... Nyra.Nyra walked out of the bathtub and went to the wardrobe.“Ah God — what are these awful dresses?” she muttered, riffling through the fabric. She kept moving the clothes, trying to find the one that perfectly suited her.Then she found a dark red leather jacket. Her smile stretched across her lips.She pulled on tight jeans and threw the leather jacket over them.“Now this is what I’m talking about,” Nyra said.She carried the memories of those who had hurt her. And now that Nyra was in charge, she wasn’t going to forgive them.“I’m going to kill every single one of you,” she whispered, more to herself than to anyone else.She booted up Fidelia’s laptop and began hacking — tracing the location of her stepsister, Bridget. She accessed the CCTV feed at home she had connected to her phone and laptop then she scrolled through the footage.The last clip s