All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Regret After His Daughter Died: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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The Professor’s Call

Elara's POVThe phone rang three times before Dr. Harrison answered."Dr. Harrison speaking.""Doctor, it's Damien Blackwood," Damien said. His voice was pure command, a tone that expected instant obedience. "I need to ask you about Lily."I held my breath.This was it.Dr. Harrison had been there when Lily died. Had signed her death certificate with his own hand. Had witnessed Isabella's lies firsthand.Finally, someone would tell Damien the truth."Of course, Mr. Blackwood," Dr. Harrison's voice came through the speaker, professional and measured. "What would you like to know about your daughter's condition?""Her condition," Damien repeated, his eyes drilling into me with cold intensity.There was a pause that seemed to stretch for eternity.Then Dr. Harrison's voice returned, tinged with what sounded like genuine concern."Mr. Blackwood, while Lily's cardiac condition does require ongoing monitoring, her situation has remained relatively stable throughout our treatment program. Not

The Real Mrs. Blackwood

Elara's POVI twisted away from Isabella's grasping hands, using my body to shield the phone from her reach."Excuse me," I said coldly, pressing the answer button. "I need to take this call."Without another word, I turned and walked directly toward the stairs, ignoring both Damien's confused expression and Isabella's face."Elara?" Professor Elliott's familiar voice came through the speaker as I climbed the steps. "I hope I'm not calling too late.""Not at all, Professor," I said, closing the bedroom door firmly behind me. "Is everything alright? You usually email.""I couldn't wait to tell you the news," he said, and I could hear the excitement vibrating in his voice. "The design portfolio you submitted last month - the AI integration framework for urban planning - I took the liberty of forwarding it to the Prometheus Design Award committee."My breath caught.The Prometheus Prize was the most prestigious recognition in architectural innovation, awarded only once every three years.

Lily's Last Wish

Elara's POVAfter Professor Elliott hung up, I sat in the quiet bedroom, my heart still racing with excitement.The Prometheus Prize nomination wasn't just an honor. It was a weapon. With this kind of power behind my name, no one would ever dismiss me as just Damien's wife again.More importantly, it gave me the standing I needed to seek justice for Lily.When the truth finally came out about Isabella's crimes, I would have the professional reputation to be believed.The next morning, I returned to Liam's company with renewed energy."Elara?" Liam looked up from his desk as I knocked on his office door, his face immediately brightening. "You're back earlier than expected.""The government project passed its first phase," I explained, setting down my briefcase. "Less intensive security protocols now, which means I can focus on other work."He studied my face carefully, and I could see relief washing over his features."You look different," he said finally. "More... like yourself again."

Stop Embarrassing This Family

Elara's POVThe reporter's sharp question detonated like a bomb in the packed auditorium.Camera flashes erupted in blinding succession, every lens focused on my frozen face. The word "plagiarism" echoed in my skull, drowning out all rational thought."Ms. Vance, do you have a response?" another reporter called out, rising from his seat."Is Carter Group aware of these allegations?""How do you explain the identical designs?"The questions came like machine gun fire. I stood paralyzed at the podium, my carefully prepared presentation forgotten, my professional credibility crumbling in real time.The moderator frantically tried to restore order. "Ladies and gentlemen, please—"But it was too late. The damage was done.The presentation ended in chaos, judges filing out with grim expressions while reporters rushed toward the stage, shouting questions I couldn't begin to answer.By the time I reached my car, my phone was buzzing with notifications.Social media was a wildfire. #ElaraVanceI

The Third Gift Is Gone

Elara's POVDamien ended the call and set the phone down with deliberate precision."I'll have my team investigate this Elara Vance person," he said, his voice carrying that commanding tone he used for business decisions. "We need to understand exactly who we're dealing with before Saturday's meeting."Isabella immediately turned to me with a look of malicious satisfaction."Well, isn't that fascinating," she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "There's actually a talented architect out there with the same name as you. What are the odds?"She moved closer, her smile sharp as a blade."While the real Elara Vance is being celebrated, you're just... the fake. The housewife who got caught playing dress-up and embarrassed her husband."Damien glanced at Isabella, his expression shifting slightly. A subtle shake of his head that told her to ease off.But the damage was already done. Her words hung in the air like poison.Isabella caught his warning look and immediately shifted into

His Wife, His Trouble

Elara's POVThe next morning, I had barely stepped into the dining room when Damien's cold voice cut through the air."Did you throw the music box into the pool?"I paused at the threshold, meeting his icy stare."Yes.""Why?" His voice was deadly quiet, but I could see the fury building behind his gray eyes. "Why do you keep destroying the gifts I gave to Lily?"I moved to my usual seat, pouring coffee with steady hands despite the tension crackling through the room."The sound was too jarring," I said calmly. "I don't like noisy things disrupting the peace of the house."At the breakfast table, Tanya had been chattering happily with Isabella about some cartoon they'd watched together.But at the mention of the music box, the little girl went completely quiet.Her bright smile faded, replaced by the kind of confusion that only children feel when adult emotions become too complicated to understand."Mommy," Tanya whispered, her lip trembling, "is Auntie Elara mad at me? Does she want m

The Money Doesn't Lie

Elara's POVThe resolution of Isabella's plagiarism scandal was nothing short of miraculous.Within twenty-four hours, Blackwood Enterprises had uncovered an entire criminal network - professional infiltrators who planted fake interns in major firms to steal proprietary designs and sell them to anonymous buyers.The investigation was thorough, well-funded, and devastatingly effective.They traced bank accounts, exposed fake identities, and provided irrefutable evidence that Isabella had been targeted by sophisticated industrial espionage.By the end of the week, Isabella's reputation was not only restored but enhanced.She was now viewed as a victim of a criminal conspiracy, which somehow made her seem more sympathetic and accomplished than before.The same evidence that cleared Isabella also vindicated me.The mysterious plagiarist who had stolen my children's home design was revealed to be part of the same criminal network.My name was quietly cleared in the architectural community.

A Party On Her Grave

Elara's POVI stood up immediately, rain still streaming down my face, but my heart was racing with anticipation rather than cold.I drove home through the rain, my mind racing with possibilities.The financial records were just the beginning. If I could find more evidence in Isabella's belongings - letters, phone records, anything that connected her to the conspiracy - I could build an unshakeable case.I could prove what she'd done to Lily. I could make her pay.But as I approached the mansion, my elation began to fade.Every window blazed with light.Cars lined the circular driveway - expensive vehicles I didn't recognize.The sound of music and laughter drifted through the night air, growing louder as I got closer.A party. They were throwing a party.On the grave of my parents.My hands trembled as I parked, the triumph I'd felt just moments ago curdling into pure, cold dread.Today was the anniversary of my adoptive parents' death. The one day of the year when Damien knew I neede

I Want You To Leave

Damien's POVMy grandmother's words hit me like lightning, each syllable a condemnation I couldn't escape.The anniversary of Elara's parents' death. How could I have forgotten something so important?I moved toward Elara instinctively, reaching out to take her hand, to somehow communicate the apology that was choking in my throat."Elara, I—"She jerked away from my touch with such violence that I actually staggered backward.The rejection was sharp and immediate, like touching a live wire."Don't," she said, her voice raw from crying. "Just don't touch me."I stood there with my hand still extended, watching my wife cradle the destroyed photograph like it was something precious beyond measure.For weeks, Elara and I had barely spoken. This cold war had become our normal state of existence, two people sharing the same house but living in completely separate worlds.She was waging a war of attrition. Destroying the gifts I'd given to Lily. Causing public spectacles. A series of calcu

The Pearls Hit The Floor

Elara's POVIsabella's projects? Blackwood Enterprises?An icy coldness spread through my chest, freezing every warm feeling I might have had left for the man kneeling before me.Even now, after everything that had happened, Damien still thought this was about money. About resources and business opportunities and professional advancement.He still believed I had married him for what he could give me, not for who I had thought he was."You think that's what I want?" I asked quietly, my voice barely audible over the lingering sounds of the party cleanup downstairs."Isn't it?" Damien's voice carried that confident tone he used in boardroom negotiations.I stared at him, this man I had loved with every fiber of my being for six years.He had no idea. No understanding at all of what he and Isabella had stolen from me.The damage they had caused wasn't something that could be compensated with business deals or project partnerships. Lily was dead because of Isabella's lies. My daughter's m

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