All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Betrayed Bride: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

RILEY'S POV Cold air burned my lungs as they rushed me into the ambulance.Hands everywhere. Steadying, checking, hovering too close. Someone asked my name, someone else asked if I could hear them. The siren wailed as the doors slammed shut, sealing me into a narrow, white space that smelled like antiseptic and panic.I could still see it, Drake’s body jerking forward. The sound was sharp, final, unmistakable.The way the smile had still been on his face when he hit the ground. Dead men weren’t supposed to look satisfied.I pressed my hands together to stop them from shaking. It didn’t work. My fingers trembled anyway, small uncontrollable movements like my body was still trying to escape something that had already ended.Aiden sat across from me, knees wide, elbows braced on his thighs. His jaw was locked tight, eyes dark and alert, tracking every sound outside the ambulance like he expected another shot to come tearing through the metal walls.He hadn’t let go of me. Not when the

RILEY'S POV I sat in the back of the car, the leather seat cold against the back of my legs. The hum of the engine felt too loud, too intrusive, like it was amplifying the chaos in my head.I exhaled deeply as I replayed everything Aiden had explained to me.Drake hadn’t been obsessed with me. That had been my first instinct. He’d seemed too eager, too charming and deliberate in the way he wrapped me in his world. The dinners, careful touches, the ‘accidental’ run-ins. I’d thought it was all a game. His way of keeping me close while the real reason behind the manipulation stayed hidden.But the truth hit me like a punch in the stomach, and the air inside the car grew thicker. Drake had been a pawn. Hired and paid to isolate me, to destabilize and make me look like something I wasn’t.His “affection” had never been real.He’d been a tool, a hired hand in a bigger game I’d been completely blind to. The fallout from all of this wasn’t just personal, it was systemic. A well-oiled m

AIDEN'S POV The elevator doors closed with a muted thud, sealing off the rest of the hospital floor.The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, too bright and sterile, reflecting off steel walls that smelled faintly of disinfectant and old rain. I stood alone inside it, hands braced against the rail as the car began its slow descent.The image of her wrists wouldn’t leave me. Purple, swollen and rope-burned.Surface injuries, the doctor had said. I’d almost laughed at that.The doors opened again onto the underground parking level, and the sound hit immediately, tires rolling over concrete, a car alarm chirping somewhere in the distance, footsteps echoing off pillars. Normal life, continuing like nothing had happened.I walked toward my car and stopped short.My phone vibrated in my pocket.Owen.I answered without slowing. “Talk.”“She’s okay now, she'll be discharged by morning,” he said. “Claire’s with her now.”“And?” I asked.There was a pause. The kind that meant something ugly

CLAIRE'S POV The spoon slipped from my hand and clattered against the sink.I stared at it for a second too long before picking it up, my grip tighter than necessary. The kitchen smelled like garlic and onions, comfort food. The kind I made when I needed something solid to anchor me but my chest refused to settle.Riley’s door was closed. That alone was unusual. She didn’t close the doors. She drifted, moved through spaces like she wasn’t sure she deserved to claim them. Closed doors meant walls. Walls meant something was wrong.I turned the cooker down and wiped my hands on a towel, moving down the hallway quietly. I paused outside her room, listening. There was nothing.I knocked once. “Riles?”Silence.I pushed the door open.She was sitting on the bed, knees pulled up, phone in her hands. Not crying or shaking. Just, still.That scared me more than anything else could have.“You didn’t answer,” I said.She looked up, eyes clear but distant. “Sorry.”That wasn’t Riley’s sorry.

AIDEN'S POV The city was already awake when I pulled into the underground garage, the echo of tires against concrete sharp in the enclosed space. I cut the engine and sat there for a moment longer than necessary, hands resting on the steering wheel, feeling the vibration fade beneath my palms.Riley’s laugh from earlier still lingered in my head.It unsettled me, not because it was unwelcome but because it was.Because it had sounded lighter than I’d ever heard it before, freer, like something she’d forgotten she owned. And because underneath that warmth, there had been something else. A carefulness and restraint that hadn’t been there before.She was closer, but somehow farther away. It felt absurd.I stepped out of the car and headed upstairs, nodding at the security staff without really seeing them. The building felt different today. Not hostile or familiar. Just neutral. Waiting. My office door closed behind me with a quiet click, sealing me into a space that had always been