บททั้งหมดของ Dumped Her Ex, Married A Secret Billionaire: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

At exactly noon, a silver Porsche glided to a stop beneath the apartment building.Its pace slowed, then stopped completely, as if confirming something, before picking up again, turning, and disappearing into the underground parking garage.Once parked, Liam picked up the exquisitely wrapped takeout bag from the passenger seat and stepped into the elevator.His face was a mask, betraying no emotion.Up in the penthouse, Cecilia was already waiting by the foyer door.She hadn’t done anything for hours—just stared downstairs, unblinking.She had seen the Porsche return, and she had definitely caught that fatal moment of hesitation.Had he noticed something? Does he know Ronald was here?The thought sent a chill to her fingertips.Ding—The elevator chimed, and she practically yanked the door open at the same time.On the other side, Liam looked up, taking in her undisguised anxiety. His movement faltered for an almost imperceptible instant.Then, a faint smile touched his lips, his tone

Sinclair Manor lay thirty kilometers from the city, its winding access road snaking like a great serpent before disappearing into the woods.Long before their car drew near, the guards at the wrought iron gate were already on high alert.Several pairs of eyes, sharp as searchlights, locked onto the approaching vehicle.Only after confirming the occupants' identity did the heavy, ornate gates begin to swing inward with a low, groaning creak.From the backseat, Cecilia watched the estate loom closer through the window.A sense of intangible pressure descended upon her, thick and suffocating as a storm cloud, making it hard to breathe."We're here." Liam's voice pulled her from her daze.He opened her door. The butler stood silently nearby, head bowed respectfully.Stepping out, her feet sank into the immaculately manicured lawn. She tilted her head back to take in the sprawling, monumental building before her.For a moment, she felt like an intruder in a world not meant for her, everyth

Ferdinand stood motionless in front of the tall study window.The slight stoop of his shoulders made him a different man from the upright General known to the world.In this moment, he wasn't the celebrated military leader, but an ordinary old man weighed down by his thoughts.Knock. Knock. Knock.A rhythmic tapping sounded at the door.In an instant, Ferdinand straightened his posture, like a statue reawakening.His voice was low and carried its usual authority."Come in."Liam pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing it softly behind him.He didn't approach, remaining near the doorway, his tone even."Father. What can I do for you?"Ferdinand turned slowly. Suddenly, his cane shot out, pointing directly at the massive screen dominating the study wall – which displayed the day's news, the story that had sent shockwaves through the city.His voice was icy."You don’t think you owe me an explanation?"Almost before the words finished, the cane came down hard on the floor with a

Inside the guest room, the heavy drapes were drawn tight, sealing out the world beyond.The spacious room was submerged in a quiet darkness, broken only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp.Cecilia lay in bed, her breathing shallow. She was pale, a faint furrow between her brows, as if even in sleep she found no peace.Liam moved closer on silent feet, sitting on the edge of the mattress.He reached out, his fingertips gently brushing aside the strands of hair clinging to her cheek, his gaze filled with a deep, aching tenderness.If she was truly pregnant, of course he was happy—a joy so profound it threatened to overflow.But thinking further, layer upon layer of worry quickly began to smother that initial spark of happiness.She would have to endure nine months of pregnancy, all the discomforts, and finally face the pain of childbirth alone…Just the thought made his chest tighten, wishing desperately he could bear it all for her.Almost without thought, he leaned down and pressed

The rooftop was packed with people.Dozens of individuals held their breath, their gazes locked onto the precarious figure teetering on the edge of the guardrail.Mandel stood on the narrow ledge, his eyes vacant and desperate, his voice a ragged, broken thing."Stay back! All of you, STAY BACK!"A security guard tried to inch closer, but Mandel snatched up a loose chunk of concrete and hurled it with furious force.Thwack!The missile whizzed past the guard's ear and slammed into the ground with a dull thud. The guard stumbled backward, his face pale with shock.Just then, the elevator chimed."It's Liam!" someone whispered, the relief in their voice palpable.The crowd immediately pulled back, forming a path as the man stepped out of the elevator.Liam, immaculate in a tailored dark suit, wore an expression of utter impassivity. His presence seemed to suck the air from the rooftop, thickening the tension until it was almost suffocating.His steps were measured and steady as he advan