All Chapters of Billionaire's Broken vows, Bitter Revenge : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

CHAPTER 154 — When the Truth Finally BleedsHospitals had a smell Tyrone never got used to.Bleach, fear, and prayers whispered too late.He stood outside the emergency ward, hands still stained with Jaden’s blood despite scrubbing them raw in the sink. The red clung to the creases of his skin like a reminder like a warning that tonight wasn’t done taking from them yet.Melissa sat across from him, wrapped in a hospital blanket that was too thin to fight the tremor running through her body. Her hair had been cleaned, her wrists treated, but nothing could erase the hollow look in her eyes.She hadn’t cried again.That scared him more than tears.The doors to surgery remained closed.A red light glowed above them.Operating.Tyrone broke the silence. “He shouldn’t have been there.”Melissa didn’t look up. “He would have gone even if you’d locked him in a cell.”That was true. Jaden always ran toward the fire. Always believed that if he moved fast enough, brave enough, the world would re

CHAPTER 155 — The Bullet Meant for HerThe mountain air tasted like metal.Melissa felt it first before the sound, before the movement—something sharp slicing through her instincts. The kind of feeling that crawled up the spine and whispered run even when your legs refused to listen.Castor stood ten feet away.The fog curled around him like it knew his name.His gun was already raised.“Don’t,” Melissa said, her voice breaking the stillness. “Please.”Castor’s finger tightened on the trigger.“You always say that word,” he replied calmly. “Too late.”Tyrone shouted her name from behind, but everything slowed, stretched thin like glass about to crack. Melissa saw the muzzle flash forming before it happened. She saw Castor’s eyes empty, resolved.The bullet was aimed straight at her heart.Jaden didn’t think.He moved.One second he was beside her, the next he was in front of her, his body turning instinctively, like muscle memory born from years of choosing other people over himself.

CHAPTER 157— The Man Who Didn’t Wake Up The machine made the sound before anyone spoke. A long, thin note steady at first then wrong. Melissa felt it in her chest before her ears understood it. The rhythm that had haunted the room for days faltered, stuttered, then stretched into something flat and unforgiving. “No,” she whispered. The nurse moved first. Then another. Hands reached for buttons, alarms screamed to life, and the room filled with urgency so sharp it cut through the air. Someone pushed Melissa back gently but firmly. “Please step aside.” Her fingers slipped from Jaden’s hand. The doctors worked with a precision that looked almost cruel. Compress. Shock. Count. Again. Again. Their voices were calm, controlled trained not to panic even when hope thinned with every second. Melissa stood frozen near the wall, nails digging into her palms, watching a war she could not join. “Come on,” she whispered under her breath. “You fought harder than this. Don’t stop n

CHAPTER 159— When the Living Are Left BehindThe world did not stop because Jaden died.That was the cruelest part.Outside the hospital, cars still passed. People still laughed into their phones. Somewhere, someone was falling in love, completely unaware that a man had taken his last breath a few floors above a silent hallway.Melissa noticed this as she sat on the cold bench outside the ICU, her eyes unfocused, her mind refusing to accept what her ears had heard.Time of death.The words echoed, over and over, like a sentence without mercy.She hadn’t cried again after that first scream. Something inside her had closed instead, locking the grief behind a wall of numbness. Her body felt hollow, like she had been scooped out and left standing.Tyrone returned with two cups of coffee. He placed one beside her without asking.“It’ll get cold,” he said softly.“So did he,” Melissa replied.The words surprised them both.Tyrone didn’t correct her. He sat beside her instead, his presence s

CHAPTER 161— The Woman Who Stayed Standing The rain started just as the casket was lowered. Not dramatic. Not sudden. Just a steady drizzle that soaked into black coats and umbrellas, as if the sky itself had decided mourning should not be dry or clean. Melissa stood at the front. No umbrella. No one offered her one. She didn’t look fragile enough to need it. The cemetery was crowded press, executives, politicians, people who had only known Jaden as a name attached to wealth and influence. They whispered in clusters, glancing at her when they thought she wouldn’t notice. That’s her. The woman he died protecting. The reason Castor lost everything. Melissa didn’t turn. She kept her eyes on the casket, her hands folded loosely in front of her, rain tracing down her hair, her face, her neck. She felt it. Every drop. She welcomed it. The priest spoke. Words about legacy. About sacrifice. About a man who had tried to outrun his past and failed but not before saving someone els