All Chapters of Billionaire's Broken vows, Bitter Revenge : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

📘 CHAPTER 70 — The Promise That Refuses to Stay BuriedPOV: Neutral ExternalEvelyn Crowe stood in front of the gate longer than necessary.The property was modest too modest for the address, too quiet for the history it carried. The kind of place people chose when they wanted to disappear without leaving a trail. A single-story house, white walls weathered by time, surrounded by overgrown hedges that hadn’t been trimmed in years.This was where the trail had gone cold.Until now.Evelyn stepped out of the car, heels crunching softly against gravel. The air smelled faintly of dust and rain, the kind that clung to forgotten places. She studied the house with narrowed eyes, not as an intruder, but as someone who had once been invited a long time ago.Her assistant lingered behind her. “Records confirm the family relocated three years ago. No forwarding address.”“I know,” Evelyn replied calmly. “That’s why we’re here.”She knocked.No answer.She knocked again, firmer this time.After

Chapter 72 — A House That Doesn’t Call Her NamePOV: Neutral / ExternalThe Williams house had mastered the art of pretending nothing was wrong.From the outside, it stood tall and immaculate, gates polished, hedges trimmed, lights glowing warmly against the approaching dusk. Anyone passing by would think the family inside was thriving secure, united, untouched by loss or fear.Inside, confidence sat heavier than grief.Alice Williams occupied her usual seat in the living room, legs crossed with practiced elegance, a porcelain cup of tea cooling untouched beside her. The television murmured financial news in the background, but her attention was fixed on the tablet in her hand property valuations, company reports, projected shares. Numbers that soothed her. Numbers that reminded her she was winning.She did not look like a woman whose husband was dying upstairs.Castor lounged near the doorway, one shoulder pressed against the wall, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. He had inher

Chapter 74 — Burial Without a DaughterPOV: MelissaRain fell the way grief often did quietly at first, then all at once.Melissa stood beneath a black umbrella she didn’t remember opening, her fingers numb around the handle as the coffin was lowered into the ground. The sound of earth hitting wood was dull, final, each thud echoing somewhere deep in her chest.This was her father’s burial.And somehow, it felt like she was only a guest.Alice stood at the front, composed in black lace, her hand resting lightly on Castor’s arm as though she were the grieving widow everyone was meant to sympathize with. Her eyes were dry. Her posture perfect. A performance rehearsed long before death arrived.Melissa watched from a distance.No one stood beside her.No one offered condolences meant for a daughter who had lost the only parent who had ever mattered even in his silence. She caught fragments of whispers drifting through the crowd.“She came back too late.”“I heard she left him years ago.”

Chapter 76 — What William Left BehindThe lawyer did not rush.That alone felt intentional.The room had shifted from confidence to discomfort, from certainty to something sharp and uncertain. Every breath felt counted. Every movement seemed louder than it should have been.Alice broke the silence first.“This is becoming ridiculous,” she said, forcing a brittle laugh. “My husband is barely in the ground and we’re playing riddles.”The lawyer looked up calmly. “Mr. Williams requested clarity, not comfort.”Castor’s jaw tightened. He leaned back, folding his arms, trying to recover his composure. “Then finish it.”“I will,” the lawyer said. “But succession is only one part of the will.”He turned another page.The paper whispered like a warning.“First,” he continued, “Mr. Williams distributed several personal properties, accounts, and trusts.”Names were read.Amounts stated.Lisa relaxed slightly as she heard her name attached to jewelry, offshore funds, and a vacation apartment. It

CHAPTER 78 — The Name No One ExpectedThe lawyer arrived exactly at ten.Not a minute earlier. Not a second late.His presence alone shifted the atmosphere of the Williams house. Conversations died mid-sentence. Smiles tightened. Even the air felt heavier, as though the walls themselves understood that something irreversible was about to happen.They gathered in the living room the same room where laughter had once come easily, where Melissa had once stood quietly at the edges, careful not to take up space.Now, she sat among them.Not beside anyone.Not leaning toward anyone.Just there.Alice noticed first.She studied Melissa with narrowed eyes, irritation flickering beneath her practiced composure. The girl looked different. Not just older—sharper. Her posture was straight, her face unreadable. No fear. No pleading. No apology written in her eyes.It unsettled her.Castor, on the other hand, looked relaxed almost smug. He sat back with his arms crossed, legs stretched comfortably,