All Chapters of Betrayed By The Billionaire: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

The confrontation in the grand foyer had reached a boiling point, the air thick with the scent of spilled red wine and the sharp tang of hostility. Feifei and her circle of socialites, sensing blood in the water, pounced on the opportunity to tear Chloe Bishop down in front of the city's elite. Their voices rose in a coordinated chorus of condemnation, drawing a massive crowd of onlookers."Chloe, how could you be so violent?" Feifei shrieked, her eyes gleaming with simulated horror."Just because you're the Young Mistress of the Grayson family doesn't mean you're above the law," another added, her voice dripping with artificial righteousness."Exactly! You're clearly in the wrong, yet you have the audacity to lay a hand on someone. It's beyond bullying!""Apologize! You must apologize to Yumie right now!"The commotion was impossible to ignore. Standing on the periphery, Yvonne Blue watched the scene, her eyes eventually drifting to the man beside her, whose gaze had never truly left

The atmosphere in the foyer fractured as Feifei, sensing the shift in the air, signaled to Serena and beat a silent, frantic retreat into the shadows of the estate. She hadn't forgotten the cold warning Xavier had delivered the day his security team tossed her into the street: Never show your face before me again, or face the consequences. For her, this was no longer a social battle—it was a survival sprint.Beside Chloe, Liam Jr. stood like a statue of concentrated fury. His small fists were white-knuckled, his face flushed a dangerous crimson, and the veins at his temples throbbed with the effort of holding back a total psychological meltdown. He was a ticking time bomb of trauma and rage, fighting every instinct to lash out at the world. Xavier glanced at the boy, his expression unreadable, but he offered no comfort. He believed that the only way for the "Little Prince" to conquer his demons was to face them in the fire of his own will.Xavier’s focus finally shifted to Arthur Vanc

Yumie’s performance was flawless. By appearing to shoulder the blame and protect the sanctity of Arthur’s marriage, she painted herself as the ultimate martyr—selfless, understanding, and tragic. In Arthur’s mind, the contrast between this gentle woman and his wife, Sarah, was becoming a canyon.Every word Yumie spoke reinforced the image of Sarah as a selfish, jealous, and narrow-minded woman. Arthur felt a simmering resentment rising in his chest. Was it not hard enough to manage a global conglomerate? He spent his days in high-stakes negotiations and cutthroat corporate battles, returning home exhausted, craving only peace. Yet, instead of sanctuary, he found a woman who turned every minor grievance into a relentless interrogation.When Arthur remained silent, Yumie reached out, her fingers grazing his sleeve with a tentative, fragile touch. "Arthur... did you hear a word I said? Please, promise me you won't be hard on her.""Enough, Yumie," Arthur snapped, though his irritation wa

Arthur’s cold, dismissive attitude acted like a spark in a room full of gasoline. Sarah’s vision blurred, her brain thrumming with a deafening roar as a flood of suppressed fury erupted. Without a second thought, she reached down, grabbed the half-eaten birthday cake from the coffee table, and hurled it at him with every ounce of her strength.The impact was wet and heavy. Arthur, completely blindsided, was struck squarely in the chest. Cream and sponge slid down his expensive suit, splattering onto the pristine marble floor and leaving him standing in a pathetic, sugary wreckage."Sarah! Have you lost your mind?" Arthur roared, wiping a glob of frosting from his cheek. His face was contorted with rage as he looked down at his ruined clothes."Have I lost my mind?" Sarah shrieked, her finger trembling as she pointed it at his face. "Why don't you ask yourself what you were doing out there tonight? Why don't you ask yourself whose husband you were supposed to be?"Arthur’s eyes flashed

Chloe bit her lip hard, the metallic tang of salt stinging her throat as she pulled the thin hospital blanket tighter around her shoulders. She felt a profound, hollow coldness radiating from her chest. "No, thank you," she whispered to the nurse, her voice trembling. "I can manage on my own."The nurse gave her a lingering look of pity before adjusting the IV drip. "Keep an eye on the bag. Press the buzzer when it’s nearly empty."As the door clicked shut, the silence of the private suite rushed back in, heavy and suffocating. Chloe curled into a ball, clutching the starched linens. Since the day she was born, the Bishop family had treated her like a rare diamond—protected, cherished, and shielded from every storm. She had endured more humiliation and heartbreak in the last few months than in her entire twenty-odd years of life.For a fleeting moment last night, when Xavier had stood before her like an immovable fortress, she had allowed herself to feel a spark of warmth. She had act