Alle Kapitel von Betrayed By The Billionaire: Kapitel 181 – Kapitel 190

The bitterness in Xavier’s heart was a cold, jagged thing. He stared at the shredded remnants of the photograph, the smiling face of Anne Lan now nothing more than confetti in a trash bin. His mind spiraled back to his father—a powerful man who had been reduced to a shadow of himself by his obsession with this woman. Even behind prison bars, his father had clung to the marriage, refusing to sign the divorce papers.Xavier couldn't fathom it. Why stay shackled to a woman who treated loyalty like a suggestion? Why protect a woman who used her beauty and her culinary skills as bait, only to abandon the kitchen and her family once the ring was on her finger? He had never tasted a single meal made by his mother’s hands. To him, a woman’s "care" was simply a calculated investment toward a future payoff.When his phone buzzed with Chloe’s caller ID, his grip tightened. He answered with a voice clipped and frigid. "What is it?"He expected a plea. He expected her to cry or beg for mercy from

The air in the master suite was cool, but the tension between the husband and wife remained as thick as ever. Chloe sat propped against the pillows, her strength returning in small, agonizing increments. She looked at Xavier, expecting a lecture or perhaps another cold dismissal, but instead, his voice sliced through the quiet with a sharp, familiar edge."What do you think you’re doing getting up?" Xavier demanded, his tone like a whip. "Lie back down and don't even think about moving."Chloe bristled. She had nearly burned alive in his garden under his orders, and now he was barking at her as if she were a disobedient child. She wondered if he had any idea how close she had come to death, or if he even cared. "I need to use the restroom," she countered, her voice raspy but firm. "It’s a human necessity, Xavier. Even 'troublesome' women have to deal with it."Xavier’s thin, crimson lips pressed together in a line of pure annoyance. He stared at her for a beat, his handsome face cloud

The moment Liam Jr. saw Chloe, he gravitated toward her side, his small hand gently tugging at the fabric of her evening gown. His dark, clear eyes looked up at her with an expression of pure, silent longing.Chloe reached down and ruffled his neatly styled hair, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I’m going to a birthday banquet for an elderly lady, Liam Jr. Would you like to come along with me?"Without a second of hesitation, the boy nodded. He quickly grabbed his writing tablet and scribbled a sentence in bold strokes: Chloe is sick. Liam Jr. will protect Chloe.Chloe realized then that while she was applying her makeup earlier, the little guy had peeked in, seen her getting ready, and dashed off to change into his tiny formal suit. He had known she was going out and was determined to be her little knight. How could she possibly refuse such a heartwarming offer?"Then we shall go together," Chloe said, her voice tender. "The lady will be very happy to see such a handsome young gent

Xavier had clearly noticed her. Across the expanse of the shimmering ballroom, his gaze remained as sharp and frigid as a winter gale. There was no intent in his posture to move toward her, no flicker of recognition that she was his legal wife.Chloe felt a thin, bitter chill settle in her chest. A self-deprecating smirk touched her lips. What is it, Xavier? Are you afraid that standing next to me will embarrass you? It was a farcical scene. A newlywed couple attending the same prestigious banquet, yet the husband’s arm was draped in the fabric of another woman’s gown. Every socialite in the room was acutely aware that Chloe had practically delivered herself to the Grayson doorstep. Xavier’s blatant disregard was a public broadcast to the elite: Chloe Bishop held no status in his home; she was a ghost in a gilded cage."Do you understand now?"That distinctive, magnetic voice drifted into her ear, laced with a trace of dark amusement.Chloe retracted her gaze from the man who was supp

Liam Jr. stood like a tiny, bristling sentinel in Chloe’s arms, his dark eyes fixed in a lethal glare at the bitter women blocking their path. He didn't need words to convey his loathing; his small face was a mask of cold indignation that mirrored his father’s most dangerous moods.Feifei, however, acted as if the child didn't exist. She leaned in, her smile sharp and predatory as she scanned Chloe’s solitary figure. "Oh, Chloe, look at you," she cooed, her voice dripping with artificial sympathy. "How sad that you're only holding the little one tonight. Did you lose track of the big one?"She paused for dramatic effect, placing a hand over her heart in mock surprise. "Oh, that’s right! I almost forgot. Xavier arrived hours ago with Yvonne Blue. You’re quite late to the party, aren't you?"The circle of women chuckled, their eyes glittering with malice. Feifei continued, leaning closer to ensure her words stung. "It’s such a shame you missed their entrance. Truly, Chloe, they were the