All Chapters of I Married A Billionaire, Who Wanted Revenge!!!: Chapter 151 - Chapter 159

ELOWENBy the time I stepped out of my ward, the corridor had softened into a hush that felt almost reverent. The sharp urgency from earlier had ebbed away, replaced by muted footsteps and low voices that carried memories rather than alarm.I walked toward uncle Leo’s cabin. Perhaps sometime with him, would bring peace. However, just as I reached them, though the small glass partition on the door, I saw them…Uncle Leo sat on the bed, his posture relaxed in a way I had rarely seen. Across from him was Alexander. Not the Multi billionaire boss. Not the man everyone feared or deferred to.Just— Alexander. Like a little boy, who was spending some quality full time with his father. They were talking quietly, heads inclined toward one another. Uncle Leo laughed at something Alexander said — an actual laugh, warm and unguarded — and Alexander smiled in return. It wasn’t restrained or measured. It was easy. Familiar. As if time had folded in on itself and returned them to a place untouched

ELOWEN ‘You will see what consequences truly look like…’Her words hit harder than a lash. I staggered, my vision blurred, the cold metallic taste of panic filling my mouth. I shook my head, desperate for reasoning, for a sliver of escape… “You… you can’t,” I whispered, but my voice faltered. “He… he’s innocent. He hasn’t done anything. You can’t—”“You misunderstand entirely, child.” My father’s voice cut in, calm, deep, and chilling in its precision. “He is yours, yes, but the choice of his fate is not. That is why you remain here.” He gestured at the room, at the closed door, at the polished windows. “It is simple. Until the… situation is resolved, you cannot leave. No one can reach you, and no one will. The measures are absolute…”The weight of his words pressed down on me. My stomach knotted, and I sank to my knees, clutching my belly. I rocked slightly, my eyes filling, but I refused to let them see it. I refused to let my fear make me small in front of them…“You don’t get

ELOWENThe door closed behind them with a sound that was almost polite. Just the soft, decisive click of a lock sliding into place.For a moment, I remained standing where they had left me, my body was stiff, my hands hovering uselessly in front of my stomach. The room felt larger now, impossibly so, as if the walls had retreated the instant they were gone. The silence they left behind pressed harder than their words ever had. It was thick, suffocating, and deliberate, like a held breath that refused to be released.I didn’t cry though… That realization came to me distantly, as though I were observing myself from somewhere far away. I had expected tears— expected my body to collapse under the weight of what had just been said— but instead, I felt suspended, caught in a fragile state between shock and awareness. My lungs refused to find a steady rhythm. Each inhale was too shallow, each exhale uneven, as if my body had forgotten how breathing was supposed to work.My heart thudded e

ELOWEN I stopped, swallowed hard again before turning the page with trembling fingers…‘When they found out, they did not scream. That was the most terrifying part.’My hands tightened around the diary as she described the moment everything shattered…‘For the first time, my mother slapped me. I had seen the exhaustion in her eyes for the first time.’‘Leo was taken away without explanation. I was locked into my quarters without violence, without noise, as though I had simply ceased to exist.’‘They told me nothing for weeks. I learned then how loud despair could be.’‘When Leo was finally allowed to see me again, I barely recognized him. He had learned how to survive the house. And I had learned how to endure it. We were warned. We were ordered to forget… And we tried… For days, for months. I tried looking at my mother and he did out of gratitude, yet, when love was bigger than obedience, it had to shatter.’‘We escaped…’ I exhaled a shaky breath, before turning the page over and c

ELOWEN I sank onto the bed, clutching the key in my fist, my other hand pressing protectively against my belly. A faint movement answered me from within, although I know it’s not possible so soon, perhaps it's just my own thoughts. But even if it is, I believed in it and I let out a broken breath that turned into a quiet sob…“We’re getting out,” I whispered to my unborn child. “I promise...”Then the waiting started and it was unbearable.Every second stretched thin, every sound made my heart stutter. And after an hour of patience, I finally accepted that waiting longer would not make me any braver.Time inside that room did strange things to my mind. Each second stretched thin, then snapped back painfully, as though the walls themselves were aware of my hesitation and took pleasure in it. I counted my breaths until they blurred together, listened to my heartbeat until it felt too loud, too dangerous. Every sound from the corridor— footsteps, distant voices, the soft roll of a c