All Chapters of Winning Me Back, Mr. Billionaire: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

“What exactly are we doing here? And why…” Hiro glanced at Zayne. “…am I getting dragged into this mess too?” he asked, making Zayne smirk.“Because you’re my friend now.”Hiro shot him an amused look before turning away.Zayne shrugged off his jacket, leaving on a dark brown turtleneck that hugged his broad frame. He tugged at the collar around his neck, trying to ease the suffocating feeling that had been bothering him since the drive to Sebastian’s girlfriend’s place.Feeling a little better, he walked up the stairs toward the modest house. He pressed the doorbell a few times before the thick glass door opened, revealing a young pregnant woman. Her belly was slightly swollen, and she looked exhausted.For a moment, Zayne hesitated to say anything—but they were already here.The woman looked at them back and forth, her expression filled with worry and fear.“Who are you?” she asked cautiously. The door that had been wide open slowly started to close, shielding her. “I don’t know eit

Elmy didn’t know whether she should feel happy or not right now. Beneath the beautiful wedding gown she was wearing, she felt like she was dressed in a prisoner’s uniform, waiting to be executed. The sparkle of the beads sewn into the dress felt like it was mocking her. The bouquet in her hands felt like thorns. The stems pressed into her sweat-damp palms, almost snapping under the force of her grip.Her gaze was empty as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She stood there, frozen, looking at a version of herself that was beautiful… yet utterly miserable.“Miss, are you ready?” Dean’s voice came from behind the door. “Mrs. Isabella wants to see you,” he added.“Yeah, just come in,” Elmy replied, her voice nearly breaking as she held back her tears.The door opened, and Isabella walked in. The woman beamed brightly. “You look absolutely stunning in that dress! I knew I made the right choice,” she said proudly.Elmy didn’t move, still standing there with her face flushed. Her ey

The warm atmosphere of the Jordyn residence turned cold in an instant. Isabella’s furious shouting echoed from the room, almost shaking everything in it. Standing in front of her, Dean lowered his head, listening carefully to every insult she hurled at him.“You should’ve known—I hired you to keep my daughter away from that man!” Isabella stepped forward, pointing a finger at Dean’s chest. “And what did you do? You—you let her go with Zayne? Are you kidding me?!”“Isabella, enough—”“Don’t you dare, Vincent! If you hadn’t dragged me out of that church, Elmy wouldn’t have gone with Zayne,” she snapped. She took a breath, processing everything that had just happened.A faint smile tugged at her lips as she turned toward Vincent, who sat calmly on the sofa.“Oh, don’t tell me you were the one behind all this? You deliberately brought that poor woman into your daughter’s wedding, didn’t you?” she accused.Vincent crossed his arms and

“Dean?”Elmy quickly tied her bathrobe, while Dean scratched his head, his face flushed red. His eyes drifted into the messy hotel room. The scattered wedding dress and suit on the floor already said enough about what had been going on inside.Unfortunately, Elmy and Zayne hadn’t even bothered to clean up. They’d been too busy… doing other things.When Zayne walked out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist, he tilted his head and pointed at Dean.“What are you doing here?” Zayne asked, confused.“Mr. Vincent told me to come along with you.”Elmy closed her eyes, holding back a laugh at Dean’s explanation. Come along with them? Seriously?“Why would you come with us? A honeymoon isn’t something that needs an escort—unless you’re planning to watch people being affectionate,” Zayne scoffed.But Dean didn’t seem like the type to ignore an order, no matter how ridiculous it sounded. He stepped inside without being invited, scanning the room with a judging look.“Looks

“So, how’s Sebastian doing now?”Zayne, sitting beside her, let out a tired sigh. He rubbed his temples, then pressed the bridge of his nose. “He’s better. He regained consciousness earlier.”The car sped down the road, but no conversation followed. Up front, Dean glanced at Zayne a few times before focusing back on the road.“El, I don’t think we can go to Whistler. Seeing Sebastian’s condition, I think—”Elmy cut him off quickly, gently holding the back of his hand. “I understand what you mean, Zayne.”“You can come home with me. Dean will stay with you while I deal with Sebastian’s situation,” Zayne said plainly. He reached up and brushed her cheek with affection.If he didn’t owe Sebastian so much, he would’ve been in a hotel room with Elmy right now, making love to her again. But Sebastian had helped him too many times. Zayne knew he couldn’t stay out of this—especially when it involved Amelia.“Don’t get hurt again. I don’t want you dealing with criminals, Zayne.” Elmy held his