All Chapters of Billionaire's Broken vows, Bitter Revenge : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Chapter Forty

📘 CHAPTER 40 — When Walls Start ListeningPOV: MelissaSomeone had been in her room.Melissa knew the moment she stepped inside.Nothing was missing. Nothing was broken. But the air felt disturbed—like a secret had been breathed into the space and left behind.Her bag was no longer where she’d left it.She moved slowly, closing the door behind her, heart pounding just enough to remind her she was still human. The bag sat neatly on the chair now, zipper aligned, straps folded.Too careful.She opened it.Everything was there.Except the old phone.The one she’d kept powered off since her return. The one that held messages she’d never deleted. Jaden’s apologies. Her father’s first email after she left the country. Proof of things she hadn’t been ready to forgive or forget.Her fingers curled into fists.She didn’t panic.She counted.Ten slow breaths.Then she left the room.The hallway lights were dimmed for the night. Castor’s door was shut. Lisa’s room glowed faintly under the crack

Chapter Forty One

📘 CHAPTER 41 — A Father’s Last StrengthPOV: MelissaHer father asked to see her just before dawn.Not through Alice.Not through a nurse.Through the old bell he used when she was a child soft, uneven, unmistakable.Melissa was out of bed immediately.She found him sitting upright, breathing heavier than usual, his eyes fixed on the window as though he was waiting for the sun to rise just to prove he could still see it.“You rang,” she said gently.He turned and smiled. Weak. Proud. Familiar.“I wanted to be sure you were still here.”Her chest tightened. “I’m not going anywhere.”“That’s what scares me,” he replied.She sat beside him, taking his hand. It felt thinner. Fragile.“You’ve always been stubborn,” he continued. “Even as a child. You stay where you’re hurt just to prove you can survive it.”She swallowed. “You sent me away once.”“And I was wrong,” he said quietly. “I mistook obedience for protection.”A long silence followed.Then he said, “Alice has been asking question

Chapter Forty Two

CHAPTER 42 — A House That No Longer WhisperedPOV: MelissaThe house had changed its tone.It no longer whispered behind her back.It spoke boldly now.Melissa noticed it in the way servants no longer lowered their voices when she entered a room. In the way Alice sat at the head of the dining table even when her husband was still alive upstairs, breathing slowly, fading by the hour.Power had a scent.And Alice was already wearing it.That morning, Melissa brought her father’s medication herself. She refused the nurse’s help, ignored Alice’s sharp stare, and sat by the bed like she’d done every day since her return.Her father’s eyes fluttered open.“You look tired,” he whispered.“I’m fine,” Melissa said gently. “You should rest.”He smiled weakly. “You’ve always lied badly.”She swallowed.“I heard shouting last night,” he continued, voice thin. “Did they upset you?”Melissa shook her head. “Nothing I can’t handle.”His fingers twitched, reaching for hers. She held them, feeling how

Chapter Forty Three

📘 CHAPTER 43 — The Comfort of AssumptionPOV: MelissaBy the fourth day, the house stopped watching her.That was how Melissa knew she was doing something right.The first day, eyes followed her everywhere sharp, measuring, waiting for her to break. The second day, questions came disguised as concern. By the third, whispers filled the corridors whenever she passed.But by the fourth day?Nothing.Alice no longer asked where she was going. Castor no longer muttered comments under his breath when she walked past him in the hallway. Even the servants relaxed, their movements looser, their glances drifting past her instead of lingering.People only ignored you when they believed you no longer mattered.Melissa woke early that morning, long before the house stirred. The curtains fluttered slightly in the cool breeze, sunlight barely creeping through the windows. She sat on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, her phone resting silent in her palm.She hadn’t packed anything yet.Leaving, sh

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CHAPTER 44 — Loose Tongues POV: Melissa Castor got drunk that night. Not the kind of drunk that made a spectacle of itself. Not slurred words or clumsy steps. Just the dangerous kind—where confidence loosened its grip and truths slipped out wearing the mask of jokes. Melissa noticed it before anyone else did. He leaned back in his chair as dinner progressed, one arm draped lazily over the armrest, glass dangling between two fingers like he owned the room. His laughter came too easily. His eyes lingered too long. And Alice sitting beside him looked radiant in a way Melissa hadn’t seen in years. Too radiant. It was the glow of someone who believed the future had already been decided and that she was on the winning side. The table was crowded that night. Alice had invited a few acquaintances, people who laughed loudly and asked no meaningful questions. People who didn’t belong to the family but had already started behaving like they did. “So,” Castor said casually, swir

Chapter Forty Five

CHAPTER 45 — The Calm Before Leaving POV: Melissa The decision settled quietly. Not with tears. Not with raised voices or dramatic confrontations. Just a stillness so deep it frightened her. Melissa woke before dawn, the house suspended in that fragile silence that existed only before people woke up and put their masks back on. The curtains fluttered faintly as morning crept in, pale and undecided, and she sat by the window fully dressed, her suitcase zipped at her feet. Passport. Documents. A few carefully chosen clothes. Everything she needed to disappear temporarily. Downstairs, someone laughed in their sleep. The sound carried faintly through the house, careless and light. Melissa listened to it longer than she should have, wondering which of them would miss her first… and knowing the answer would probably be none. When she finally went down for breakfast, the atmosphere felt rehearsed. Alice poured tea she didn’t drink. Castor scrolled through his phon

Chapter Forty six

📘 CHAPTER 46 — After She Left POV: MelissaMelissa didn’t cry until the car had driven miles past the city.The buildings thinned. Streetlights blurred into long streaks of yellow and white. Familiar roads dissolved into highways she had never memorized, and only then did something inside her finally loosen.Even then, the tears came quietly.No sobbing.No shaking breaths.Just a slow spill down her cheeks she didn’t bother to wipe away.Crying felt pointless. She wasn’t grieving what she lost.She was grieving what they never let her have.The driver said nothing. He kept his eyes on the road, hands steady on the wheel, as if silence itself had been paid for. Melissa appreciated that. Words would have ruined the moment.At the airport, everything moved too fast.Announcements echoed. Wheels rattled across tiled floors. Strangers passed her carrying families, futures, destinations they spoke about excitedly. No one looked at her twice.No one hugged her goodbye.No frantic calls.N

Chapter Forty Seven

CHAPTER 47 — While She Was GonePOV: MelissaThe city she landed in smelled different.Sharper. Colder. Like ambition mixed with loneliness.Melissa stood outside the airport with a single suitcase and the kind of anonymity she hadn’t tasted in years. No Williams. No Oscar. No expectations. Just her name printed plainly on a passport that suddenly felt heavier than it should.A driver held a placard with her initials.She followed him without speaking.The apartment her father arranged was small but clean, tucked high above a restless street. No luxury. No servants. Just white walls, glass windows, and a silence that forced her to sit with herself.That first night, she didn’t unpack.She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the city breathe beneath her.For the first time in years, no one needed her.The realization hurt more than she expected.Back home, the Williams house bloomed.It happened slowly, almost cautiously at first as if the walls themselves weren’t sure

Chapter Forty Eight

CHAPTER 48 — What He Lost Too LatePOV: JadenThe house was quiet in a way that felt wrong.Not peaceful. Not calm.Just… hollow.Jaden stood in the doorway of the living room, jacket still on, keys clenched in his hand, staring at the space Melissa used to occupy without ever announcing herself. The couch was neat. Too neat. The air smelled faintly of expensive perfume that didn’t belong to her.Sophia’s.He exhaled slowly and loosened his tie, the knot suddenly suffocating.“Daddy?”He turned.David stood at the hallway entrance, small shoulders tense, eyes duller than a child’s should ever be. Behind him, the twins hovered, silent, watching Jaden the way strangers watched storms—carefully.“Yes?” Jaden said, forcing softness into his voice.David hesitated. “Are you… going out again?”The question landed harder than it should have.“No,” Jaden replied quickly. “I’m home.”The relief he expected didn’t come. David only nodded once and turned back toward his room, the twins following

Chapter Forty Nine

📘 CHAPTER 49 — Broken Vows Don’t Stay BuriedPOV: JadenJaden hadn’t worn his wedding ring in weeks.He noticed it only when his fingers brushed the pale mark it had left behind—a thin circle of skin that refused to tan, refused to forget. Funny how vows disappeared so easily, yet their ghosts stayed.The boardroom was quiet when the meeting ended.Too quiet.Men filed out without meeting his eyes. No jokes. No reassurance. Just the soft scrape of chairs and the sound of opportunity slipping away.Jaden stayed behind.He loosened his tie, palms flat against the glass table, staring at his reflection. The man looking back at him was still powerful, still wealthy—but something essential was missing.Conviction.He remembered the day he’d married Melissa.Not the grand reception or the applause but her voice. Soft. Steady. Certain.I vow to stay.She had meant it.He hadn’t.His phone buzzed.Sophia.He didn’t answer immediately.Sophia—his wife, his celebrity miracle, the woman everyon

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