Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Bloody Regret: Bab 11 - Bab 18

Julian Hart’s office felt like a pressurised chamber, the air thick with the scent of expensive bourbon and his own suffocating ego. He paced the length of the room, chest heaving, fingers twitching with a murderous energy. The silence that followed Liam’s hang-up was more insulting than any shout could have been."How dare she..." Julian’s voice was a low, guttural rasp. "How dare she!"With a roar of pure, unadulterated fury, he raised his arm and slammed his smartphone onto the marble floor. The screen shattered into a thousand jagged diamonds, the light flickering once before going dark. He didn't stop there. He kicked the remains of the device across the room, watching it skitter toward the very spot where Evelyn had collapsed just days prior."Five years!" he screamed at the empty room, his face contorted into a mask of purple-veined rage. "I gave her a name. I gave her a life. She was a nobody, a shadow in this house, and now she thinks she can hide behind some low-life thu

She turned to him, her expression a mix of guilt and hesitation. "Liam? I... I didn't ask. What is your budget? I don't want to use all of your money. I know Sarah said to feel at home, but it feels strange taking so much."A playful, dangerous glint entered Liam’s eyes. He didn't answer from across the room. Instead, he pushed off the pillar and walked toward her. Evelyn instinctively backed against the clothing rack as he drew near, the scent of his woodsy cologne wrapping around her. He didn't stop until he was inches away, leaning down until his face was level with hers."Eve," he said, his voice dropping to a low, velvety rumble. "What exactly do you think of me?"She blinked, trapped between the dresses and his broad chest. "I... I think you’re very kind, and—"He stepped even closer, invading her personal space until she could feel the heat radiating from him. A small, amused smirk played on his lips. "Do you think I’m broke? Or perhaps you think I’m too poor to afford a fe

Julian’s frown deepened until it was a jagged scar across his face. He stared at Evelyn, waiting for the familiar flinch, the tearful apology, the submission he had feasted on for five years.It never came.Instead, Evelyn looked at him with intense, localized disgust, as if she had just stepped in something foul on the sidewalk."What the hell is happening?" Julian hissed, his ego reeling. She was looking at him like he was... nothing. "Is your name even Evelyn?" he spat, voice trembling with mounting fury. "Are you really going to stand there and play this delusional game?"Evelyn didn't blink. She looked at him like he was a complete weirdo, a madman shouting at a stranger in a mall. "My name is none of your business," she snapped. "But your behavior certainly is.""Julian! The baby! Please... it hurts!" Claire’s voice rose to a piercing wail from the floor.Julian’s hero instinct kicked in.He rushed back to Claire, cradling her against his chest, his eyes darting between his

While Evelyn was reclaiming her fire in one wing of the hospital, the atmosphere in the VIP maternity ward was thick with a very different kind of tension."How could you be so careless, Julian?!"The voice of Julian’s mother, Mrs. Hart, rang out like a whip crack. She stood over the hospital bed, her face contorted with aristocratic disdain. She didn't even look at her son as she paced, her heels clicking aggressively on the linoleum."I told you to watch over Claire! She is carrying the future of the Hart legacy," Mrs. Hart hissed. "And yet, you let that... that jinx of a woman get close enough to injure her? Evelyn was a mistake from the day you brought her home, and she seems determined to haunt us until the end!"Julian stood by the window, jaw aching and pride in tatters. "Mother, I didn't expect her to be there—""Expectations don't save pregnancies, Julian!""Please, Mother Hart... don't be so hard on him." Claire’s voice was a soft melody that cut through the venom. She la