All Chapters of Revenge of the Billionaire's Betrayed Bride: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Fidelia took the last slice of sandwich from her plate and popped it into her mouth. Then she grabbed a cup of juice and drank it down.“So, where are we going?” she asked.“First, I’m going to see the Crawford family,” she replied. “You guys should head to the company and sort out work. I’ll meet up with you once I’m done — though it might take a while.”She stood up and went into her room to change into something nicer. A few minutes later, she came out wearing tight blue jeans and a loose, free-flowing shirt. Her hair was neatly tied back into a ponytail.Together, Fidelia, Mia, and Sarah left the house and headed to the garage where the cars were parked. Mia was about to unlock the same red car they had taken that morning when Fidelia quickly spoke up.“No, no, no — no way! That car has scarred me. Let’s go with something different,” she said, raising her hands.Her eyes landed on a sleek black Jeep parked in the corner. “Hmm… how about the Jeep? She looks flashy.”She grabbed the

"You're starting to become more like your father." Those words echoed in Fidelia's ears, and all her attention locked on Derek. He took a deep breath and walked to the window with his back to her, as if the memories were too painful to face her directly. "Do you remember when you were eight? You had that nightmare the one where you were calling for your mother. You woke up screaming." Derek said in a soft voice. He paused, letting her try to remember. "I was the one who came to your room, not Alice nor the nanny. Because I heard your voice and I was worried. I sat by your bed until you fell back asleep because that's what your father would have wanted me to do." He turned to face her and she could see his eyes shaking slightly. "I refused to tell you about him all these years. Not because I didn't want you to know but because I wanted to protect his memory. I wanted to protect you from the pain of knowing how you lost them." His voice was sounding broken "And now… after

“A package for me? I didn't order anything”“Well it says it's from..” The delivery guy squinted his eyes at the label “No Sender name no address…anyways I'll need to to sign here”He handed her the scanner but Fidelia hesitated wondering who would have sent her a package with no return address. There was no harm in accepting the package and checking what was inside.It couldn't be a bomb.She stretched forward and signed. Just when she collected the package her phone rang.It was Andrian calling. ‘I guess it was finally time to meet up with him’ she thought.She handed the package to Sarah keep it aside for now “Hold this please”Sarah's eyebrows raised but she only accepted it quietly.“Where are you?” Andrian asked directly immediately she picked the call.“I’m the Crawford Mansion,” Fidelia replied straight forward too.“What are you doing there again? I thought you said you weren't going to step foot there?” “I had to settle things with my stepfather. Although things aren't good

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back as we open this bidding—who among you will be taking home the Aetherion X1?” The host’s voice boomed through the hall. “We open the bidding with one million dollars.” The crowd gasped. “Wow! That much?” someone exclaimed. Everyone was shocked—everyone except the rich guests seated in the front row. They had expected this. The presence of so many billionaires meant one thing: the bid was going to skyrocket. “Bidding starts from—one million dollars,” the host shouted. Somewhere in the crowd, a man raised his paddle. “Two million!” “Nice!” the host grinned, and just like that, the bidding began to climb. Cameras flashed rapidly as reporters captured every moment. Others were recording live, broadcasting the heated auction to the world. Fidelia sat quietly, watching—and typing notes on her phone. “How high do you think the bidding will go?” she asked. Andrian smirked. “I’d say... thirty million, at least. That should be fair.” T

They moved behind the W.M.C. compound to the test yard — a wide, tarred surface where the company tried prototypes and men in grease-stained overalls tuned engines like surgeons. Tonight it felt charged, every shadow full of speed. Men clustered around rows of polished machines; headlights blinked like a field of watchful eyes. Even the empty space itself seemed to be holding its breath.Scott had handled the arrangements — permits signed privately, security rerouted, a short, brutal course marked out between concrete pylons and steel barriers. He guided Fidelia and Andrian past a line of powerful bikes, each one crouched and waiting, chrome and carbon glittering under the floodlights.“Pick anything you like,” Scott said, voice casual as he ran a finger along a fuel tank. He chose with the practised eye of a man who’d grown up inside engines. Andrian picked too — a beast with twin turbos and thick, hungry thrusters that promised a violent launch.“This should be similar to the one yo