All Chapters of Billionaire's Broken vows, Bitter Revenge : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

CHAPTER 129 — When Obsession Turns ViolentDark escalation. Lines crossed. No turning back.Jaden didn’t sleep.Sleep required peace, and peace was something he no longer recognized.The gala replayed behind his eyes Melissa’s wrist slipping from his grasp, Tyrone’s calm voice cutting through him like a blade, the way the hallway had seemed to narrow until there was no room left for excuses.He poured another drink he didn’t finish.People kept telling him to give her time.Time.As if time was neutral. As if it didn’t belong to whoever reached first.By dawn, he had convinced himself of a dangerous truth:Melissa wasn’t rejecting him.She was being protected from him.And protection, in Jaden’s mind, was theft.Across the city, Melissa woke with a bruise blooming faintly beneath her sleeve not from Jaden’s grip, but from the memory of it. Her body remembered before her mind did. She stood in front of the mirror longer than usual, staring at her reflection as if waiting for it to flin

CHAPTER 129 — When Obsession Turns ViolentDark escalation. Lines crossed. No turning back.Jaden didn’t sleep.Sleep required peace, and peace was something he no longer recognized.The gala replayed behind his eyes Melissa’s wrist slipping from his grasp, Tyrone’s calm voice cutting through him like a blade, the way the hallway had seemed to narrow until there was no room left for excuses.He poured another drink he didn’t finish.People kept telling him to give her time.Time.As if time was neutral. As if it didn’t belong to whoever reached first.By dawn, he had convinced himself of a dangerous truth:Melissa wasn’t rejecting him.She was being protected from him.And protection, in Jaden’s mind, was theft.Across the city, Melissa woke with a bruise blooming faintly beneath her sleeve not from Jaden’s grip, but from the memory of it. Her body remembered before her mind did. She stood in front of the mirror longer than usual, staring at her reflection as if waiting for it to flin

CHAPTER 131 — Voices She Refuses to HearDenial is quieter than fear. And far more dangerous.Melissa did not sleep.Even after the city settled into its early-morning hush, even after Tyrone left her alone with a glass of water and the promise that he’d be just outside if she needed anything, her mind refused to rest.Every time she closed her eyes, she felt it againJaden’s grip.His voice breaking between entitlement and desperation.The way his eyes had looked at her like she was something he owned but had misplaced.People talked about danger as if it always announced itself with violence.They were wrong.Sometimes danger whispered apologies.She rose from the couch quietly, barefoot against cold marble, and walked to the window. The city looked innocent from this height. Clean. Orderly. As if nothing ugly ever happened behind closed doors.Her phone buzzed.Once.Then again.She didn’t need to check the name to know who it was.Instead, she opened a message she’d ignored hours

CHAPTER 133 — CorneredWhen exits disappear, instinct chooses a direction.Melissa didn’t sleep.She lay on her back in the dark, eyes open, replaying the image until it lost meaning and became something worse—possibility. Headlines forming themselves. Investors hesitating. Boards “reconsidering.” A reputation unraveled not by truth, but by suggestion.By morning, she had decided on three things.First: she would not step down.Second: she would not beg.Third: she would not let Alice control the clock.At eight a.m., she walked into Will.N as if nothing was wrong.The lobby paused the way it always did when she arrived. Conversations softened. Phones lowered. Respect was a language people learned without realizing when they’d started speaking it.She nodded to security. “Any media requests?”“Two,” her assistant replied carefully. “Both… unusual.”“Define unusual.”“One wants a comment on your personal life. The other asked if you’d be attending tonight’s economic forum.”Melissa smi

CHAPTER 135 — The Man Who Chose Her SideSome loyalty is loud. Others burn quietly and last longer.The first time Melissa noticed the silence, she mistook it for peace.No calls.No threats.No anonymous emails dripping poison.By noon, the city had decided who the villain was, and it wasn’t her.She sat alone in the glass-walled conference room at Will.N, sunlight stretching across the table like an open invitation to breathe again. Outside, staff moved carefully, respectfully as if afraid a sudden sound might break something fragile.“Media sentiment is stabilizing,” her assistant said softly from the doorway. “Investors are… relieved.”Melissa nodded without looking up. Relief was not what she felt.She felt exposed.Truth had a way of stripping skin, even when it healed.The door closed behind the assistant. The room returned to quiet.Then Tyrone walked in.No announcement. No hesitation.He didn’t ask permission anymore.He never had.“You should eat,” he said, placing a small