Semua Bab Into His Mistress's Body: Billionaire's Heartless Wife : Bab 31 - Bab 40

I scanned the document one last time before sending it to my lawyer. He had already suspected that Veronica was an imposter, and I couldn’t risk him confirming it. But I had found the perfect way to turn the table—to secure both my inheritance and my job.I emailed him the passcode we shared, emphasizing, almost sharply, that I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to handle anything important. All secret accounts and assets were to be frozen immediately. Any major decisions would have to wait until I personally provided the passcode again.He understood at once. Nodding, he promised to send everything to RL Corporation: a formal statement, medical reports, my email, and a request for extended medical leave. To make sure the plan remained airtight, I added that this information should not reach me during the leave. I couldn’t risk Veronica coming after me later.I didn’t know if I could ever return to my body, but for now, I had to do whatever was best.Just as I finished sending the emai

Yvonne,Mrs Blackwell's face was worth watching as she kept groaning in embarrassment and uncontrollable rage. Her jaw clenched so sharply that a pulse jumped along her temple. She glanced around in quick, jerky movements, her shoulders tightening as she checked if anyone was there to witness her humiliation.Once she realized that nobody was there, something inside her seemed to crumble. Her spine slouched, her lips trembled just once before she forced them still." What are you trying to do? Veronica. I thought you would stay quiet like you did on Sabrina's birthday. Are you trying to mess with us right now?"Her voice was sharp, hatred flickering in her eyes like a blade catching light. Annoyance twitched at the corner of her mouth.I didn’t reply. Her nostrils flared as she added," Have you considered what would happen to our reputation? Although you don't care about your reputation, we needed to care about -!"" Do you think I wanted to do it to ruin your reputation?" I cut in,

Dante,"Mom! Pearl said Veronica ruined the original plan. What happened?" A pulse of anger shot through me as I asked. I had cancelled an important meeting for this nonsense.I should have stopped my parents from bringing her here. She made a mess at that gathering as well.But instead of answering, my mother handed her bag to her assistant. Then she turned and faced everyone."It has been a great no... the best evening I spent here. Especially Mr Mallory and Mr Gary, thank you for such an opportunity to make everything possible on short notice. And I apologize for all the inconveniences I have unintentionally and intentionally caused. I apologize for everything.""What is she talking about?" I whispered sharply. "Didn't you say everything went bad? Mom is angry?" I looked at Pearl. Her jaw tightened, a flicker of annoyance crossing her expression."I think Mom is just trying to act fine. Veronica made her distribute everything herself. Mom is exhausted."I glanced at Veronica, who w

Yvonne,"Listen, Mr Blackwell. I understand that I am a terrible person, a terrible mother, and the worst kind of human being." My lips trembled, but my chin lifted stubbornly. "Yes, I am ashamed to admit that I ruined your life, and in some god-awful way, I conceived her. But—!"My voice sharpened as the words tore out of me. Rage burned hot in my chest, crawling up my throat. I could still see the footage every time I blinked. My fingers curled into fists at my sides as my blood boiled, my pulse pounding violently in my ears."I am trying now," I continued, my breathing uneven. "I am trying to become the mother I never had. I am trying to become the person I always wanted to be." My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard. "Aurora has become the anchor of my life. I wake up every single day for her."My shoulders shook slightly as I forced myself to keep going. "I do not let myself burn in revenge, in rage, in pain, or in whatever twisted dilemma I am stuck in right now. But… I am tr

Yvonne,“I appreciate you all coming here promptly. And I am aware of your past engagement with my sister and her…” He ran a hand over his neatly trimmed beard, fingers pausing briefly at his jaw before he pointed toward me, his expression unreadable.“My bad reputation,” I finished for him, lifting my chin slightly.Taylor looked at me, one brow arching in mild surprise. His lips twitched, as if suppressing a reaction. I shrugged in response, unfazed.“Well, yes. Her bad reputation. Now…” He straightened his shoulders, clapping his hands once as he stood up, the sharp sound echoing in the room. “To prove that her joining won’t bring you any harm, ladies and gentlemen—”“Please read the document in front of you and tell me what’s wrong with the terms and conditions we have written down there, and what the mistakes are.”They exchanged uncertain glances, fingers hesitating above the papers as if trying to gauge whether this was a test or a trap. Slowly, chairs creaked and pages rustled