BILLIONAIRE'S FORSAKEN WIFE RETURNS: His Fight For Redemptio のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Octavia pushed open the front door of the mansion a little after ten at night. Her shift at the family hospital had run long.The house was quiet. Seraphina was spending the weekend at Alexander’s, so there was no little voice calling “Mommy!” when she walked in. Octavia set her bag down and allowed herself a small, tired smile. Maybe she would surprise Declan with a late-night talk. Maybe she would finally let him see how much the vacation and his devotion had changed things for her.She walked upstairs quietly. The door to Declan’s bedroom was slightly open. A small lamp was on inside. She pushed the door wider, expecting to see him reading or waiting up for her.Instead, the sight hit her like a slap.Declan lay unconscious on the bed. Beside him, completely naked, was Vanessa. She was sitting up against the headboard, her hair messy, a satisfied smirk on her face.Octavia froze for half a second. Then her expression hardened.Vanessa looked up and smiled wider. “Oh. You’re home ea

30 minutes later, Declan head was spinning. He picked up his phone again and dialed Alastair. The call connected after two rings.“Brother,” Alastair answered “It’s late. Is everything alright?”Declan rubbed his face. “Yeah… no. Not really. I just… I need to talk to someone. Can you meet me?”Alastair didn’t hesitate. “Of course. Why don’t we go out for a drink? There’s a quiet club I own downtown. I’ll meet you there in twenty minutes.”Declan let out a shaky breath. “Thanks. I’ll be there.”He changed into fresh clothes and drove to the club. Alastair was already waiting at a private booth in the back, two glasses of whiskey on the table. He stood up and pulled Declan into a hug.“Brother,” Alastair said, patting his back. “You look like hell. Sit down. Drink first, then talk.”Declan sat and took a long sip. The whiskey burned down his throat. He stared at the glass for a long moment.Alastair watched him closely. “You’re really down tonight. What’s going on? Is it because of what

“Octavia,” Declan said softly. “Please come back home. This hotel isn’t where you belong. I’ll give you all the space you need. I just want you home.”Octavia paused, then nodded. “Okay.”She started packing. Declan stepped closer and gently took the suitcase from her hands. “Let me help.”She let him. They worked in silence for a minute, folding things together. A knock came at the door. Octavia opened it.Rowan stood there, concern clear on his face. “Octavia. I came to check on you. How are you doing?”Octavia stepped aside. “Come in, Rowan.”Rowan walked in and saw Declan standing by the bed with the suitcase. His expression hardened. “What the hell are you doing here, Declan?”Declan straightened. “I’m here to take my wife home. This is between me and Octavia. You need to leave.”Rowan ignored him and turned to Octavia. “Don’t go back with him. Not after what he did. He’s going to hurt you again.”"That's enough Rowan" Octavia stepped in between them. She turned to Declan.“We’re l

Elizabeth sat in her quiet office at the hospital, staring at the glowing computer screen. It was time to remove Octavia once and for all.“I need this done right,” She whispered to herself. She picked up her phone and called a private investigator she trusted for dirty work. “Hello, it’s Elizabeth. I need you to dig into the junior IT staff immediately. Find me someone young, ambitious, and desperate for money. Student loans, family problems, anything like that. I want full profiles by tomorrow morning. Can you do it?”The investigator’s voice came through clearly. “Yes, Dr. Voss. I’ll get right on it. Expect the report first thing tomorrow.”The next morning, Elizabeth's phone buzzed with the email. She opened it quickly and scanned the files. One name jumped out: Tyler Brooks.Her lips curved into a smile as she read the details. He's twenty-four years old with massive student loans, supporting two younger siblings after their parents died and always complaining about money on his

Declan pulled up in front of the police station from the parking lot and parked quickly. He had been there for most of the last twenty-four hours, making calls, speaking with lawyers, and waiting. When Octavia finally walked out, looking tired and pale, he was already standing by the car.“Come on,” he said gently, opening the passenger door for her. “Get in. You’ve been through enough.”Octavia got into the car without saying much. She looked exhausted. Declan drove them straight home in silence, occasionally glancing at her to make sure she was okay.When they got inside the house, he guided her to the living room. “Sit down,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “Please. You’ve been in custody for over twenty-four hours. You need to rest.”Octavia sat on the couch. Declan went to the kitchen and came back with a glass of water. He placed it on the small table behind her so she could reach it easily without stretching too far.“Here,” he said. “Drink this.”Octavia took the glass and d