All Chapters of Betrayed by the Man I Loved: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

News headlines, online rumours, and financial analysts tore Steele & Noble to shreds, making the world outside their home a battlefield with each passing moment. Victor was somewhere far away, but his long shadow seemed to stretch across New York like a curse.Even from South America, he harassed the family through anonymous blogs, paid journalists, and phony leaks.“Steele & Noble is falling apart.”“Alexander Steele lost billions.""Isabella Carter fled the company.All lies.All poison.All part of Victor’s plan.But he would not let the fear penetrate within the Steele mansion walls.He sat down beside Isabella at breakfast, holding her hand while Ethan chattered about school, crayons, and the superhero he had drawn yesterday.“Daddy, I told Liam my baby is coming soon,” said Ethan, full of pride. “He wants to see the baby too.”Alexander forced a smile. “The baby will be lucky to have you.”Ethan nodded solemnly, as though he carried the world on his tiny shoulders. “I’ll protect

Alexander stood by the window of their room long after Isabella had fallen asleep. The moonlight washed the room in a soft glow, yet his mind was anything but tranquil. Victor's encrypted message still sat on his phone screen, taunting him.“No amount of money will save you from your karma.” — V.Alexander's teeth were gritted. "You won't go near my family again," he muttered.Behind him, Isabella shifted. “Alex… come to bed.”He turned quickly. "Did I wake you?"“No.” She smiled faintly, laying her hand on her round belly. “But you’re worrying again.”“I just… need to stay ahead,” he said.“Then come lie beside me. The baby can feel your anxiety.”That made him move.He lay beside her, pulling her into his arms. Isabella placed his hand on her stomach. A tiny kick nudged his palm.Alexander's breath calmed. "Our little fighter."“Our blessing,” Isabella whispered. “Nothing Victor does will take this away.”He kissed her forehead, but sleep was far from his eyes.The following morning

Alexander stared at the blurry picture on his phone for several seconds, his heartbeat hammering in his ears. Too far away to identify, the shadowy figure standing across the street had made one thing perfectly clear: Victor wasn’t hiding anymore.He was watching.Waiting.Testing how shaken Alexander would become.But rather than fear… something else rose inside him.A calm, fierce determination.He looked back toward the bedroom, where Isabella lay sleeping peacefully, her hand on her belly. Ethan was curled beside her, one tiny arm draped protectively over her stomach. They looked safe, they looked whole.And Alexander wordlessly vowed that this family would never be broken again by anyone.Morning came, and the house was abuzz with silent tension. Security teams swept the neighborhood. Roosevelt flitted back and forth between phone calls. Daniel arrived twice with updates. Still, Alexander hadn't informed Isabella about the picture.She was in no condition for another shock.Isabe

Daniel stood in the living room, his face pale and serious. Isabella and Alexander entered. Kaya kept Ethan in the playroom, sensing the tension in the air."Daniel," Alexander said calmly, "what did you find?"Daniel swallowed hard. "It's Victor. He made another move last night… a very big one."Isabella’s hold on Alexander’s arm tightened. “What did he do now?”Daniel opened a folder and laid it on the table. Inside were printed screenshots, time stamps, and coded financial lines."He attempted to hack into Steele & Noble's central financial servers," Daniel said. "He had an inside man-an IT contractor who worked in secret for him. They accessed the system in an attempt to create a complete crash by fabricating millions of dollars in losses."Isabella's eyes went round. "That would have destroyed everything – every partnership, every investor."“That was the plan,” Daniel said. “A total wipeout.”Alexander's jaw clenched. "But it didn't work."“No,” Daniel replied, almost breathless

The mansion, once filled with laughter and peace, felt suddenly… different. An unfamiliar tension hung in the air, subtle but palpable. The long shadows of evening stretched across the polished floors as Claire Donovan made herself at home – whether Alexander liked it or not.Alexander paced the study, phone in hand, trying not to lose control. His mind was a storm of conflicting emotions, ranging between guilt, responsibility, and frustration. “Isabella,” he said sharply, not looking at her, “I told her she couldn’t stay here. I said—”“She’s staying,” Isabella interrupted firmly, placing a hand on his arm. Her voice was calm, but her tone carried the weight of authority. “Alexander, if he’s your son, he deserves to know his father. For now, that means a roof over his head. We don’t know the test results yet, and we don’t know how he’ll handle this. We can’t just throw him—and Claire—out.”Alexander froze. He turned, meeting her steady gaze. Of course she was right. Isabella had a wa