All Chapters of The Billionaire Who Ruined My Wedding : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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The Betrayer Exposed

The first shot shattered the rain before anyone understood who had pulled the trigger.Liora screamed.Not loudly.A short, terrified sound cut off by shock as the man rising from beneath the opposite side of the car lifted his weapon toward Adrian’s chest.The bullet struck the rear window instead.Glass exploded inward.Alexander reached the car first.He moved so fast the moment looked broken, one hand pulling the rear door wider, the other dragging Liora downward before the second shot came.Helena fired almost at the same instant.Her bullet struck the attacker’s shoulder, spinning him against the cemetery wall.Marcus ran through rain with Clara’s envelope still crushed in one hand, rage pushing him faster than caution.Victor shouted for cover.Vanessa froze for half a heartbeat before Ethan yanked her sideways behind a stone pillar.Inside the car, Adrian had not panicked.That was the most frightening part.Even with shattered glass raining over his coat, he turned his head s

The Forbidden Name

Rain kept falling, but nobody moved immediately after Liora spoke.Not because the words were loud.Because they were too calm.Too precise.Too unlike a frightened child improvising under fear.Marianne slowly lowered herself to Liora’s height, hands still wrapped protectively around her shoulders.“What did you say?”Liora blinked, rain running down her forehead.Her lips parted as though she regretted saying it aloud already.“He called me Elara.”No one missed the silence that followed.Not ordinary silence.The kind that arrives when every adult in a room realizes a truth has entered before anyone is ready to name it.Marcus stood beside the dead guard, breathing hard, Clara’s envelope soaked in his hand.Vanessa looked from Liora to me, then to Alexander.“Who is Elara?”No one answered immediately.Because everyone present understood something dangerous:the dead man had looked at Liora before dying.Not by accident.Recognition had reached him first.Alexander stepped closer,

The Woman from the Bridge knew Mara's Secret

Rain hit the cemetery stones harder as the woman closed the car door behind her.Nobody recognized her immediately except Celine.And Celine almost never lost control.Yet now her face had gone pale in a way I had not seen before.Marcus noticed first.“You know her.”The woman removed her gloves slowly, eyes fixed not on us, but on Liora.Or Elara.Whatever name now belonged to the child standing under Marianne’s protection.“I know who she used to be,” Celine said quietly.The woman finally answered.“And you know why I disappeared before Elena died.”Her voice was low, controlled, carrying exhaustion rather than fear.Alexander stepped half a pace forward.“Name.”She looked at him and gave a faint smile that held no warmth.“You used to know it very well.”That answer sharpened every stare.Then she looked directly at me.“My name is Naomi.”Marcus frowned immediately.“Naomi who?”No answer came at once.Instead she opened her coat and removed a sealed waterproof packet.Old pape

The Dead Woman's Truth

The rain did not soften.It came harder, louder, striking stone, shattered glass, and skin with the kind of force that made every second feel exposed.Naomi stared at the vibrating phone in her hand as if answering it might detonate something already unstable.No one spoke.Even Marcus, still breathing hard from the gunfight, watched her without blinking.The screen glowed against her wet fingers."Mara calling."Liora noticed the name too.Her eyes widened, but she said nothing.I stepped closer.“Answer it.”Naomi did not move immediately.Alexander’s voice came sharper.“Now.”She finally accepted the call and lifted the phone slowly.For one second she said nothing.Then:“Mara?”The voice that answered was too faint for all of us to hear clearly, but Naomi’s expression changed instantly.Fear.Real fear.Not staged.Not controlled.The kind that arrives when the person on the other end says something impossible too quickly.Naomi turned slightly away, listening hard.“No, listen

Naomi Realizes Mara was in already inside another trap

The call ended, but the silence it left behind was worse than Adrian’s voice.Nobody in the cemetery moved immediately.Rain kept striking stone, broken glass, and the dead guard’s body near the gate, yet every person there seemed held by the same thought:Adrian had not called to threaten.He had called because he wanted us to hear how close he already was.Naomi lowered the phone slowly.Her fingers trembled now.Not slightly.Visibly.Marcus saw it first.“Call back.”Naomi tried immediately.No answer.Again.Still nothing.Victor took the phone, checked signal strength, then looked toward the northern road.“Signal is unstable here. She may already be moving.”Alexander’s voice cut through the rain.“Or someone disabled the line after Adrian spoke.”Liora tightened against Marianne’s side.“Will he hurt her?”Nobody answered quickly enough, and that itself became answer enough for the child.I stepped toward Naomi.“What road did Mara leave from?”Naomi inhaled sharply, forcing h

Alexander and Mara

No one spoke after Mara’s accusation.Rain continued falling across the cemetery, but suddenly every sound felt distant, secondary, irrelevant beside the paper in Marcus’s hand.A signed authorization.A seal.A date.And Alexander’s name beneath the order that had opened the south wing.Marcus looked from the paper to Alexander slowly, like a man trying not to become violent too soon.“You signed this.”Alexander did not deny it.That silence was enough to tighten every body around him.Vanessa stepped backward instinctively.Victor’s eyes narrowed.Helena did not lower her weapon.Even Marianne, still shielding Liora, shifted her child farther behind her.Mara stood near the gate, soaked, breathing hard, clutching Adrian’s silver key as though it were the only reason she had survived the road.“You knew before tonight,” she said, voice breaking only slightly. “You knew what happened there.”Alexander finally spoke.“Yes.”The single word landed harder than denial.Marcus moved first

Elena’s Last Request

Adrian did not step farther into the rain.He stopped just beyond the broken chapel threshold, where the last shadow still touched half his face, as if even now he preferred entering a scene only halfway.Nobody lowered a weapon.Marcus held the signed authorization in one hand and his gun in the other.Helena’s finger stayed near the trigger.Victor had already shifted angle to block Mara and Liora at once.Yet Adrian looked at none of that.His eyes remained on Alexander.“You always stop at the corridor,” Adrian said quietly, “because that version makes you survivable.”Alexander’s jaw tightened.“You came here unarmed?”Adrian gave a faint smile.“Would that make you trust me?”“No,” Marcus answered sharply.Adrian looked at him briefly.“Good. It means Clara taught you something before she died.”The mention of Clara hardened Marcus instantly.“You do not say her name.”Adrian ignored that.Instead, he looked at the burned ledger page in my hand.“Elena knew one child would becom

Elena's Signature

No one spoke after Liora’s question.Rain continued falling across the cemetery stones, but the silence around Elena’s signature felt heavier than weather.The paper remained in Marcus’s hand.Wet now.Fragile.Yet those seven words had already done more damage than any weapon drawn that night."Open west corridor. Leave second file sealed."Mara stared at the signature like she wanted it to become false through force alone.“That handwriting is hers,” she whispered.Naomi did not answer because grief had already answered for her.Alexander stood motionless, eyes fixed on the page, not on Adrian.As though seeing Elena’s final instruction again after years had reopened something he had spent too long burying.Adrian finally stepped one pace farther into the rain.Still calm.Still carrying no visible weapon.“You wanted truth,” he said quietly. “Truth rarely arrives kind.”Marcus looked ready to strike him.“You forged enough documents tonight. Why should we believe that one?”Adrian’

Truths Revealed

Rain struck harder against the cemetery stones, but nobody moved after Cassandra’s final sentence."One child in that room was not Elena’s daughter."The words did not merely create shock.They broke the entire architecture of every truth built so far.Mara looked at Cassandra as if refusing language itself.“No.”Her voice came small first.Then stronger.“No. That is impossible.”Cassandra did not blink.“I said Elena discovered it. I did not say she understood how it happened.”Marcus lowered the document slightly, but only because his mind had moved ahead of his anger.“What exactly are you claiming?”Cassandra looked toward the burned ledger pages in my hand.“The first registry entered two daughters under emergency protection. Elena approved both names because she believed both infants came from the same transfer.”Victor narrowed his eyes.“Transfer from where?”“North facility.”Naomi’s face changed immediately.“You were inside north facility?”“For three years,” Cassandra an

The Sniper Effect

The first shot shattered the upper chapel glass.The second tore through stone where Marcus had stood half a second earlier.By the third shot, everyone had dropped.Victor dragged Mara behind a broken grave marker.Helena hit the ground beside the chapel steps and returned fire toward the eastern wall without waiting for visual confirmation.Marianne pulled Liora flat beneath the chapel arch, shielding the child with her own body.Naomi dropped beside me, breathing hard, eyes still locked on Adrian because his final sentence had struck harder than the bullets."Ask Alexander why Elena wrote your real surname on page four."Adrian released my wrist immediately and moved low across the wet ground, not fleeing, not attacking, but taking cover like a man who had expected gunfire before arriving.That alone changed everything.Because it meant the sniper was not his clean ally.Marcus shouted over the rain.“East wall! Upper angle!”Helena fired again.Stone burst from the cemetery edge.

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