All Chapters of Billionaire's Broken vows, Bitter Revenge : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CHAPTER 61 — What Silence HidesPOV: CastorCastor had always believed silence meant safety.Growing up, silence was how you avoided trouble. How you survived arguments. How you waited storms out until they passed.But lately, silence felt different.He noticed it late at night, when the house finally slept. When laughter had faded and wine glasses were rinsed clean. When the echoes of celebration settled into something hollow.That was when the silence pressed in.Castor sat alone in the study, staring at figures on his laptop screen. Numbers rose and fell obediently, just as they were supposed to. Profits steady. Assets untouched. Accounts balanced.Everything looked perfect.And that made him uneasy.He rubbed his face, leaning back. He couldn’t remember the last time Melissa’s name had been spoken out loud in the house without sarcasm attached to it. It was as though she had been erased not argued away, not defeated just quietly removed.Like she had never existed.Yet sometimes,

CHAPTER 63 — A Different Kind of HappinessPOV: Jaden’s WifeHappiness, Jaden’s wife had learned, could be rehearsed.You smiled at the right moments. You laughed when the children laughed. You posted pictures when the lighting was good and the house looked warm enough to convince strangers that everything inside it was whole.And most days, that was enough.The house was quieter than the one she’d imagined for herself years ago, back when love still felt like a promise instead of a routine. But it was peaceful. Clean. Safe. The kind of place people envied from the outside.David’s laughter echoed from the living room, sharp and carefree. He was sprawled on the floor with his younger sister, plastic blocks scattered like confetti around them. He was building something ambitious again a tower too tall, too proud, doomed to fall.“Careful,” she called gently from the kitchen.“I know,” David replied without looking back. “I’m making it strong.”She smiled to herself as she rinsed the

CHAPTER 65 — The Shape of a Memory (II)POV: Evelyn CrossMemory had a way of sharpening when you least wanted it to.Evelyn Cross sat in the back of her car as it moved through unfamiliar streets, her attention fixed not on the city outside but on the thin file open on her lap. The photograph lay on top, its edges curling slightly with age.The girl’s face refused to leave her mind.Not because Evelyn remembered a name.But because she remembered a feeling.Recognition without context was the most unsettling kind.“Slow down,” Evelyn said suddenly.The driver eased the car to a gentler pace. “Yes, ma’am.”She leaned forward, eyes narrowing as they passed a modest residential block. There was nothing special about it no luxury, no decay. Just quiet normalcy. The kind of place people hid in when they didn’t want to be found.Her phone vibrated.“Speak,” she said.“We’ve made progress,” her head of security replied. “Not the child directly but the trail around her.”Evelyn straightened.

CHAPTER 67 — The Promise That Wouldn’t DiePOV: Neutral / External (Billionaire Woman focused)She had learned long ago that unfinished promises were the most expensive kind.They followed you into success.They sat quietly beside your victories.They waited.The woman known publicly as Madam Virelle stood at the glass wall of her office, the city stretched beneath her like something already conquered. Boards listened when she spoke. Governments returned her calls. Markets adjusted when she moved.Yet the file on her desk weighed more than any billion-dollar contract.She turned back to it slowly.Inside were fragments of a life interrupted.A woman’s name Elena Williams written in an old, looping hand.A hospital report sealed decades ago.A letter never sent.And a child.The child was the problem.Or rather, the child was the promise.Elena had been her friend before money complicated everything. Before power demanded distance. Before survival became competitive.They had been youn

CHAPTER 69 — A NAME EVERYONE ASSUMESPOV: Neutral ExternalAssumptions were powerful things.They filled gaps without asking permission. They turned silence into certainty and absence into disqualification. Inside the Williams estate, assumptions had begun to harden into fact repeated often enough that no one bothered to question them anymore.Castor Williams was the future.No announcement had been made, yet the board behaved as though one already existed. Meetings shifted subtly around his schedule. Documents were routed through his office first. Conversations paused until he entered the room, then resumed with deference.It was not declared.It was accepted.By midweek, the pressure became visible.A senior investor arrived unannounced, requesting a private conversation with Castor. Two board members followed, smiling too politely, offering opinions disguised as advice. Even the press had begun circling, inquiries framed carefully speculative, respectful, expectant.“Is the family