All Chapters of The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

200 Chapters

The Missing Pieces

Junior couldn't go back to sleep.He sat in the middle of the large bed, hugging the worn rabbit stuffed animal to his chest, staring at the closed bedroom door. Traces of tears still marked his cheeks, and the dreams. The dreams about Alina still felt real, as if they had just happened.Junior's head was filled with questions too big for a child his age.Why did the memories in his dream feel so warm? Why did Alina's face, who was supposedly a bad person, instead make him feel safe? Why in that dream did Alina teach him to write, read him stories, take care of him when he was sick—things that shouldn't have happened at all if Alina was really like what Mommy said?Junior didn't understand.But there was one thing he knew for certain. Something clearer than all that confusion.Mommy left him. The person who promised to stay with him until morning. But the moment Junior opened his eyes, the room was empty. Cold. Alone.Junior didn't like being lied to. He hated people who broke promise

The Void

In the morning, Clarissa opened the door to wake her son. But she found Junior already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with an unusual expression. Sullen. Pensive."Good morning, darling," Clarissa greeted cheerfully, putting on a perfect maternal smile. "Did you sleep well?"Junior didn't answer immediately. He looked at his mother with a gaze that made Clarissa slightly uncomfortable—a gaze that seemed to be searching for something."Mommy left last night," Junior said quietly.Clarissa's smile froze for a split second. "What?""Mommy promised to stay with me until morning. But when I woke up, Mommy wasn't there." Junior's voice was small, but there was a hurt tone in it. "Where did Mommy go?"Clarissa quickly recovered, kneeling in front of Junior and stroking his hair. "Oh, darling. I'm sorry. Mommy just went to the bathroom for a bit. Then Mommy ended up falling asleep in her own room because she was too tired." She smiled gently. "Mommy didn't really leave you, you know. M

Fragile Courage

Morning at St. Catherine's arrived with gentle light.Sunlight entered through the gap in the curtains, falling diagonally on the floor of room 412, touching the edge of the bed where Alina sat. Not lying down. Sitting—with her back straight and hands folded in her lap and the expression of someone who had made a decision before dawn truly arrived.She had been waiting since seven o'clock.When Ms. Fontaine knocked and entered with a warm professional smile, she immediately sensed something different. Not from Alina's appearance—hair still dull, skin still pale, IV line still attached to the back of her hand. But from the way Alina looked at her. Directly. Without avoiding."Good morning," Ms. Fontaine greeted while placing her bag on the chair."Good morning." Alina took a breath. "Can we talk alone? Without nurses. Without anyone outside the door."Ms. Fontaine looked at her for a moment, then nodded. She walked to the door, spoke briefly with the nurse outside, then closed the door

A Crack in Loyalty

At Blackwood Mansion, Mrs. Helen had just finished preparing breakfast when Mr. Harris called her to the second floor corridor. The man stood with his usual upright posture, his expression flat and unreadable."Clean Mrs. Alina's and Mr. Daniel's room today," Mr. Harris said briefly. "Until it's spotless. Make sure everything is tidy."Mrs. Helen frowned. "I'm sorry, Mr. Harris. Why suddenly—""Mrs. Alina will be coming home from the hospital soon."Those words fell like a stone on Mrs. Helen's chest.Her body tensed. "Coming home?" she repeated, her voice almost catching. "But... isn't Mrs. Alina still receiving treatment? Her condition is still—""That is not your concern," Mr. Harris interrupted, his tone firm. "Your job is only to clean the room. Don't cause trouble, Mrs. Helen. Just carry out what you've been told."Mrs. Helen stared at Mr. Harris, her mouth opening to protest. But Mr. Harris had already turned and walked away, ending the conversation before it could begin.Mrs.

The Race Against Time

That afternoon, Ms. Fontaine had just left Alina's hospital room when her phone rang."Ms. Fontaine speaking.""This is Dr. Whitmore."The hospital director's voice sounded tense."I need to meet with you. Now."Ten minutes later, they sat facing each other in the director's office.No small talk.Dr. Whitmore immediately handed over a document.Ms. Fontaine read it.The longer she read, the colder her expression became.Medical Recommendation for Home Care.On grounds of the mother's and baby's health.On grounds of emotional stability.On grounds of a more comfortable environment.Alina was recommended for home-based care.Ms. Fontaine closed the document slowly."Daniel Blackwood."It wasn't a question.Dr. Whitmore let out a long breath."This afternoon. He came himself."The room fell silent."Are you going to sign it?"The question came directly.The hospital director looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes like a man who hadn't slept properly in days."I'm being pressured

An Unexpected Name

On the other side, Adrian met his father in person. He stood in front of his father's study door, hesitating for a moment before knocking.It had been a long time since Adrian had last set foot in his father's office. He knocked. Then entered.William Montgomery sat behind a large desk. The man looked older than Adrian remembered—hair turning whiter, deep lines of exhaustion on his face, shoulders no longer as upright as before."You came," William said in a tone hard to read."Yes," Adrian answered briefly while closing the door behind him.Both looked at each other in an awkward silence—two men who shared blood but shared almost nothing else. Their relationship had always been like this. Cold. Distant. More like two business associates who weren't close than father and son.Adrian stepped closer and sat in the chair across the desk, without waiting to be invited."I've checked everything," Adrian said, getting straight to the point as had always been his family's habit. "Everything

Tangled Threads

Adrian stared at his phone screen, reading that message for the umpteenth time.'That transfer originated from an account registered under the name Clarissa Sterling.'Clarissa Sterling. Not Daniel.Adrian leaned back in his car seat, his mind working quickly, rearranging every piece he had gathered so far.All this time he had been certain Daniel was behind everything. The spread photos of Alina, the news destroying her reputation, then the death of the journalist who wrote it. Everything felt like one complete chain originating from one hand.But it turned out it wasn't that simple.Clarissa was the one who paid Steven Walsh to spread Alina's photos. That explained a lot—personal hatred, a desire to destroy Alina in the public eye, a method of attack more emotional than calculated.But Steven's death? That wasn't Clarissa's work.Adrian rubbed his chin, thinking it through carefully.Killing someone and making it look like suicide required resources. Connections to people who knew h

Welcome Home

Midnight, and the lights on the top floor of Blackwood Enterprises were still on.Daniel sat behind his desk, staring at his computer screen with a flat expression. Most of the building was already empty, only a few security staff remaining on watch downstairs. But Daniel had no intention of going home yet. There were too many things he needed to make sure went perfectly.The door to his office opened. Marcus walked in quickly, his expression tense."Sir, there's a development you need to know about," he said in a low voice. "The detective investigating Steven Walsh's death—his name is Reyes. He's starting to find things."Daniel lifted his gaze from the screen. "Evidence?""Yes." Marcus hesitated for a moment. "According to our man at the police department. He found a transaction history from Mrs. Sterling."Daniel leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping slowly on the armrest."Clarissa," he repeated quietly."It seems the money transfers she sent to Walsh weren't disguised wel

Stifled Voice

Room 412 felt tense.Alina sensed it even before anyone said anything. There was a tension hanging in the air, carried in the faces of the nurses coming and going with steps quicker than usual, in the way they avoided meeting her eyes for too long.Something was happening.Then the door opened, and two people entered together — Emma and Richard. Both their faces were pale, Emma's eyes red as if she'd been holding back tears all morning. Richard walked behind her with heavy steps, his expression broken by something he hadn't yet managed to say."Papa?" Alina sat up in bed, anxiety immediately creeping into her chest. "Emma? What's wrong? Why do you both look like that?"Richard approached first, sitting at the edge of the bed and gripping his daughter's thin hand. For a moment he didn't speak, only drew a breath, gathering his courage."Alina," he finally said, his voice trembling. "Papa has to tell you something. And Papa is sorry there's no easier way to say it."Alina's heart began

The Escape

Alina knew they had no time.Daniel was surely already on his way. Every second they wasted was a second bringing that man closer. And once Daniel arrived, every opportunity would be sealed shut."We have to move now," said Alina, her voice quiet but firm. "There's no time to put together a perfect plan. If we wait for Adrian or Ms. Fontaine, Daniel will get here first."Richard looked at his daughter, then nodded. "You're right. But what do we do?"Alina was already sitting upright, her hands moving to the IV line attached to the back of her hand. Fortunately, her condition had improved considerably over the past few days — her body was no longer as weak as when she'd first arrived. She drew a breath, then with a swift motion pulled the IV line out herself, wincing slightly as the needle came free."Alina—" Emma almost protested."I'm fine," Alina cut her off, pressing a cotton swab to the injection site. "Emma, I need you to create a distraction. The nurses at the station, whoever's

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