บททั้งหมดของ Dumped Her Ex, Married A Secret Billionaire: บทที่ 221 - บทที่ 230

Up ahead, Liam was driving fast, checking the rearview mirror to make sure no one was following.Those men clearly had their reservations—none of them dared to pursue.Inside the car, Cecilia pressed a handkerchief tightly against the wound on Eleanor's wrist.The cut wasn't deep, but the torn edges looked as if they'd been scraped by rough debris."I'll take her to the hospital first, then I'll drop you off at the Sinclair estate," Liam said, eyes fixed on the road. "You'll stay there for the next couple of days. I'll come get you once I've handled everything."Cecilia frowned. "Shouldn't we be hiding Eleanor? Why are you hiding me?""This is more complicated than you think," Liam said, his tone grave. "Eleanor caused too big a scene this time. As long as Beck doesn't wake up, Harold won't let this go. Staying near her is too dangerous for you. I won't let you walk into that."Cecilia wanted to argue that she could handle herself, but memories of everything that had gone wrong held h

Ferdinand chose a café in the heart of the city, elegantly decorated in a European palace style—clearly designed to impress rather than comfort.As Cecilia stepped out of the car, she noticed a red Ferrari parked in the far corner.The license plate looked familiar, though she couldn't quite recall where she'd seen it.The manager led the two of them upstairs to a private VIP room.A slim figure sat with her back to the door.When she heard them enter, she rose politely, turned, and offered them a gentle smile.The second Cecilia saw the woman's face, her stomach dropped.Vicky.Years ago, in their wild youth, Cecilia had been the most reckless rich girl in the nightlife scene—until Vicky appeared out of nowhere and challenged her at every turn.They had fought openly and secretly, closed down bars with their feuds, and even ended up in the hospital twice from drinking contests.Yet Vicky always managed to maintain her polished, elegant image.Every scandal was swept clean by the Rupe

Nick's steps were unbearably heavy.The moment he saw the pale face on the hospital bed, he froze at the doorway, breath caught in his throat.Eleanor lay motionless beneath the soft glow of the monitors, their rhythmic beeping the only sound in the room.The silence felt suffocating.He approached slowly, trembling as he brushed his fingers against her cold cheek. Then he took her limp hand and pressed it to his face."I have a thousand reasons to see you," he whispered, voice cracking, "and not one rightful identity to justify it. Eleanor...I shouldn't be here, should I?"No answer.Only the stillness.He let out a bitter laugh."I thought missing my chance meant missing you for life—just standing there while he took you away. Eleanor...maybe I should never have let go."The room remained painfully quiet."Beck still hasn't woken up. At first I thought you were insane—to go that far with him. But now..." His voice trembled. "Now I finally understand how much you were hurting."On th

Outside the emergency stairwell, Cecilia leaned quietly against the wall.When the door opened, she lifted her gaze.She didn't say a word--she simply stepped forward and looped her arm through Liam's.Liam paused for half a second, then glanced down at her. His expression softened, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth as he gently tightened his hold.His thumb brushed the back of her hand, slow and reassuring."Beck's awake now," he murmured, keeping his voice low, as though not wanting to disturb the hallway's fragile quiet. "The hospital doesn't need us for the moment.""I'm starving," Cecilia mumbled, leaning her cheek against his shoulder. One hand automatically went to her stomach. "And for some reason...I really want pizza."Liam gave her a sideways look, something amused flickering in his eyes."You only say 'pizza' when what you actually want is fried chicken." He turned her toward the elevators. "Let's go. Don't torture yourself."He parked near the entrance of t

Inside the main hall of the Sinclair Estate, several assistants were quietly double-checking the guest list and seating chart.The annual Flag Day banquet was more than a family gathering--it was a display of influence.The ten seats at the head table signaled who would shape the political and economic landscape in the coming year. Even the remaining table placements carried their own hidden messages.Everyone invited was someone capable of shifting the balance of power.The moment Cecilia stepped through the gates, she sensed the change in atmosphere.Compared with previous visits, there were far more guards patrolling the grounds, and several unfamiliar vehicles were parked near the entrance."There must be important guests arriving," Liam said under his breath. "Otherwise my father wouldn't have tightened security on such short notice."Cecilia nodded, glancing again toward the parking lot. Several cars had followed closely behind theirs.Was Ferdinand expecting those people?"Liam