บททั้งหมดของ Winning Me Back, Mr. Billionaire: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

“You see it now, don’t you? Zayne never really loved you.”Isabella’s voice cut through the silence from the doorway. Elmy curled up under the blanket, turning her back as her mother sat down at the edge of the bed.The divorce was final. Just like that, everything she and Zayne had shared was nothing but memories. Every day, she stayed in her room, lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as if it were mocking her misery.The moment the judge’s gavel came down, ending their relationship, Elmy knew her world had completely fallen apart. No energy, no motivation to do anything. She pulled the blanket higher, as if the outside world no longer mattered.“I’m not in the mood to talk. Please just leave me alone, Mom,” she said weakly.“What’s the point of crying over this? It’s been over half a month. You need to move on!” Isabella snapped. “Zayne’s probably already getting back with his ex.”She kept pushing, while Elmy stayed silent—though she heard every word.“He’s been waiting for

Sunny froze. Zayne’s words still hung in the air—cold, leaving no room for anything else.“But…” her voice weakened, then faded.“Now, I want you to leave my house.” Zayne looked at her with an unfriendly gaze. “I’m tired.”Without saying another word, he walked away just like that.Her whole body felt like it had been drenched in ice water as she sank onto the sofa. So why did Zayne divorce Elmy? Did she really have no chance left to be with him?Slowly, Sunny shifted her gaze to Zayne’s retreating figure. The sound of his footsteps grew faint, then disappeared into silence. Her eyes blinked in disbelief.Zayne really didn’t give her a second chance. There was nothing left she could do. He didn’t leave her even the slightest opening.If that was the case… didn’t that mean she had failed the plan Isabella gave her?Heat spread across her face as she turned toward the large photo of Zayne and Elmy still hanging on the wall. She stood up, facing it.The smiles on their faces felt like

“Where are you going, Miss Elmy?” a maid asked as she stepped out of her room.She was neatly dressed—a long cream-colored floral dress wrapped elegantly around her slender figure. Ever since Zayne’s letter reached her, Elmy knew she didn’t need to drown in sadness anymore.Today, she had promised to meet Hiro. She deliberately dressed casually like this so her mother wouldn’t get suspicious. But strangely, a maid was standing guard in front of her door today, as if she wasn’t allowed to leave her cage.“I’m going to meet Hiro today.”“I’m sorry, Miss, but Mrs. Isabella said you’re not allowed to leave your room today.”“Why?”“She has a guest.”“Who?”The maid scratched her head, then shrugged. “I’m not sure, Miss… but they seem important to Mrs. Isabella.”Elmy frowned. “A man or a woman?”The maid let out a quiet sigh. She clearly didn’t want to answer, but under Elmy’s sharp gaze, she finally gave in. “A woman.”A woman?“Young or old?”The maid sighed again. “She looks young.”El

“You can run your business, but not my life,” Elmy said, not caring even though Sebastian’s parents were right there. She looked straight at them across the room. “I’m sorry, but I can’t marry your son.”“Don’t worry, Adrian,” Isabella suddenly cut in calmly. She smiled at Adrian—Sebastian’s father, who looked visibly tense. “The decision is ours, not Elmy’s,” she added, making Elmy turn to her in disbelief.What the hell?Whose decision?How ridiculous. She’s the one getting married. Why are her parents acting like they’re the ones in control of her life? What right do they have to decide this for her?No. That’s not how it works.Elmy wanted to protest, but her voice died the moment she saw the hardened look on Isabella’s face, as if she refused to accept any kind of rejection.Elmy’s hands clenched at her sides. She let out an annoyed breath and stood up from the sofa. Forgetting all the manners she’d always upheld, she glared at her mother.“Mom, I’m the one who gets to decide thi

“Get out of your room right now!” Isabella’s voice rang out, followed by loud banging on the door.“Sweetheart, please come out. It’s been two days—you haven’t eaten anything.” Vincent’s pleading voice was a sharp contrast to Isabella’s harsh, piercing tone.Elmy curled up under the blanket. Her body trembled—not from the cold, but from the anger she was holding back with everything she had. If she let go, she might start screaming… or breaking things.“Open the door, Elmy Jordyn!” Isabella ordered again.No way. She wasn’t coming out until her mother canceled the arrangement with Sebastian. She didn’t care if it made her look childish. If anything, she’d rather run away to her grandmother’s villa again. Better to be alone there than deal with all of this.“If you don’t open this door, I’ll break it down and drag you out myself.”Still no response. Elmy pressed a pillow over her ears.She was beyond disappointed in Isabella. The fact that her mother had once told Sunny to steal Zayne