All Chapters of Four Babies and a Billion Dollar Lie: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Burning bridges The more they drove, the more the night stretched, the more the weight on Ares’ chest turned into something sharper, determination replacing shock. His breathing steadied. His eyes hardened.He replayed everything from the past twenty four hours:Tessa’s face when Marcus placed the ring on her finger.The way her hands trembled.The way she looked at him, not with hatred, not with triumph, but with despair.Ares’ jaw clenched until it hurt.Julian finally asked the question lingering since the moment Ares stepped out of the station.“Ares…are you sure Tessa wanted this?”Ares opened his eyes.“No,” he whispered. “Something is wrong.”“How do you know?”Ares turned his head, staring straight ahead.“Because Tessa would never choose Marcus. Not willingly. Not in this lifetime. And not in any other.”Julian didn’t push. He didn’t need to. He understood.Ares wasn’t simply angry.He was convinced Tessa was in danger.And when Ares believed someone he loved was unsafe…He

Sadness and defeatThe courthouse was overlooking a downtown plaza filled with people, fountains, pigeons, and the usual noise of a busy weekday. But when Ares stepped off the last stair, it was as if the entire city shrunk into a single point of pressure inside his chest.Julian was waiting by the SUV at the curb, leaning against the passenger door with anxious tension all over his face.When he saw Ares, he straightened. “Well? Speak to me.”Ares didn’t speak until they were both inside the car and the door shut behind him.“The injunction was denied,” Ares said quietly.Julian froze. “Denied? On what grounds?”Ares turned his head slowly.“On the grounds that it never reached the judge.”Julian’s eyes widened with anger. “He tampered with it.”“He sabotaged it,” Ares corrected, voice steady, controlled, lethal. “Before we even filed.”Julian let out a low, furious exhale. “He’s scared.”“No,” Ares murmured. “He’s hiding something.”Julian frowned. “What do you think he’s planning?”

Acting in rageWord moved faster now: the street was blocked briefly for the event; a cluster of chairs were arranged, candles placed in glass cylinders, strings of soft bulbs hanging between artful posts like constellations. A small stage was set with minimalist flowers. The photographers were positioned at precise angles. The crowd that gathered was a curated mix of influencers, bankers, real estate players, and curious locals who were always eager to peer into someone else’s life. The air smelled of street food, chai spices, and diesel; the city felt raw and honest beneath the contrivance.Ares wore black tailored to look severe and effortless at once; Lila wore a gown that shimmered with the same danger she carried. They moved into the street, hand in hand. A hush fell among the crowd when the officiant began to speak. There was something performative to it, and they both performed with a disciplined intensity—eyes meeting sometimes in rehearsed warmth, smiles lifted at the right

Regrets while yellingLady Bianca had never been a subtle woman, not before the stroke and not after it. Even sitting in a wheelchair, wrapped in a soft shawl the nurse insisted she wear, she carried the same fierce spark in her eyes. And tonight, that spark was burning hot enough to drag her across the driveway.The staff member pushing her chair looked terrified, glancing back every few seconds as if hoping she would change her mind.She didn’t.“Move faster,” she snapped.“Ma’am, he said you’re not supposed to—”“Did I ask what he said?” Lady Bianca barked. “Push me to that door.”Marcus’ mansion stood directly opposite Ares’, massive, expensive, and smug looking even at night. Warm lights glowed from the windows, and the faint hum of a quiet evening floated across the small distance between the estates. To anyone else, it was a peaceful, elegant night.To Lady Bianca, it was war.When the wheelchair reached the front porch, she didn’t wait. She used her good hand and slammed her f

The FootageLila sat on Ares’ massive bed, surrounded by soft pillows, the scent of his cologne still lingering on the sheets. It wasn’t her room, and it wasn’t her bed, but she had made herself comfortable anyway. Ares was out handling something with his security team, which meant she had the whole place to herself.And she planned to use it. She held a small black flash drive between her fingers.“Old party footage you forgot you had,” he’d said when he delivered it earlier. “You’ll like this one. Real vintage.” The camera guy said.Vintage meant one thing. A time when she was the queen of every scene. Era of scandals. Before Tessa.Lila smirked and plugged the drive into Ares’ laptop. The screen flickered. A folder popped open.MASQUERADE_9YRS_AGO_FINAL_CUTHer heart fluttered with excitement. She loved nostalgia. She loved seeing herself throw extravagant, expensive events before the whole world started caring more about Ares and Tessa than about her hard work.She clicked the fi