Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire's Detective: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

ROSEThe sound of my fist connecting with Killain’s cheek sent a satisfying tremor running through my arm.Killian’s face turned to the side. It took him a few seconds to comport himself to face me again.“I deserved that,” he flexed his jaw. He was clutching his chin. There was a heat in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.“You’re damned right you deserved it. You deserve so much more than a slap.” I shook my finger in his face warningly. “I’m warning you Killian. Stay away from me. Don’t you dare cross any more lines between us.”“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” he heaved. His cheek was already turning pink from my attack. “You can hate me as much as you want. You can lash out at me and strike me, but don’t ask me to stay away from you. Not when you’re the mother of my daughters.”“Your daughters!” I laughed a scornful laugh. “Were you thinking about your daughters when you took my sister to bed? Did their sweet innocent little faces flash before your eyes as you spread Mariegold’s

Chapter 252 - Not GoodbyeDaisy’s POVThe chandelier light in the grand ballroom felt too bright, reflecting off the champagne flutes and the shimmering silk of a hundred expensive gowns. To anyone else, this was the social event of the season, the union of Claire and Jace, but to me, it felt like a beautifully decorated cage.During the height of the reception, I watched as Diego leaned in to whisper something to Jace. His face was a mask of professional distance, that cold, polished Martinez look he had perfected since returning to New York. Jace nodded solemnly, clapping him on the shoulder.Diego turned to Claire, offering her a soft peck on the cheek and a brief word of congratulations. Then, without a single glance in my direction, not even a flicker of acknowledgement that I was standing ten feet away he walked out of the double mahogany doors.I didn't blame him for leaving. I had broken his heart into a million jagged pieces on a sidewalk in Boston; I didn't expect him to

ROSEBy the time I finish playing the whole recording, I'm speechless.I hear the voice of a second person—the person who they're both planning the attack against.Merely by hearing the voice, I recognize it; it's the voice of my dad's old friend, the one who wouldn't go a day without visiting back then. Possibly, this is the reason why he wouldn't stop visiting.They killed the man and took everything he owned—his cars, his company, and even his house. They sold it and shared the money among themselves. My mom knows way too much. No wonder my dad didn't dare to get mad at her no matter what she did. I should have known there was something behind it."It took me a whole lot to come tell you this. I hope you don't blame me for speaking badly about your parents," he says. Even a fool wouldn't dare get mad after listening to that recording, and I'm not one."How did you get the recording? Weren't you away all this while?" I ask him."An old friend of mine works as a secretary in your dad

ROSEThe rest of the day is hectic for my dad; he keeps looking around, hoping to see me, but I never show up. At one point, the media gets tired and leaves, exactly how I wanted it to be. I know he'll be boiling with anger by now, but none of it is my business. He should have thought of the aftermath before inviting the media over. What? He thought I'd foolishly come there to take all the blame for my sister? They certainly underestimated me.Immediately the media leaves, I receive a call, just after the live stream ends. It's none other than my mom.She curses, insults, and says all sorts of mean words to me. She calls me a bad child for sitting back and watching my dad face that disgrace, as if I was the one who told him to call the media.They could have released her silently, without having to involve the media. They expected me to stand in front of the media like a fool and accept what I never did.I think I've seen it all until my dad calls. He says the same things my mom said.

ROSETwo days laterFinally, it's time for the so-called welcome back party. The same party I've been waiting for this whole time.My family will surely get a lot of surprises, and the guests will be entertained too because they'll be leaving with lots of information to share with their family and friends.The thought of my dad having to face the media with shame makes me happy.I'm dressed in a white diamond gown that stops below my knees. The other day, I faced an issue getting a dress for the occasion at the mall. I picked that particular one, but my mom told me to choose a lesser one because they had other expenses to cover for the party. Immediately they left, I went to get the dress for myself, wearing it here today to irritate my sister.My gold heels click noisily on the glass floor, attracting all attention to myself. My sister and mom have already arrived at the venue, but no one compliments her dress or the jewelry she has on. She doesn't care much until I come in and steal