All Chapters of Betrayed By The Billionaire: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

The heavy iron door groaned on its rusted hinges, releasing a breath of stagnant, subterranean air. It carried the scent of mildew, ancient dust, and a bone-deep dampness that had never known the touch of the sun.Vince—the aging butler—felt a shiver of dread. He understood the physiological toll this environment would take, even if Xavier Grayson did not. Risking the "Demon CEO's" legendary wrath, Vince had secretly ordered the maids to change Chloe Bishop into dry, warm clothes before leading her down into the darkness.The maids followed Vince in silence, their eyes downcast. They had no idea what the "First Socialite" had done to deserve this descent into the abyss, but their hearts ached for her. This wasn't a standard basement; it was a relic of a darker era, a deep-set dungeon carved into the very rock of the mountain Haicheng was built upon. Rumors among the staff spoke of skeletal remains found during construction and phantom whispers that echoed through the wine cellars abov

Chloe Bishop stared at the photographs scattered across the freezing stone floor. She forced her body up, her movements stiff and agonizing. Every inch of her felt like rusted iron as she shuffled forward, her silhouette hunched and frail, resembling an elderly woman rather than a vibrant socialite.These were the images Xander Grayson had funneled to Xavier.Each shot was a masterpiece of manipulation. The angles were tight, the lighting calculated to make every platonic interaction look like a clandestine tryst. To any observer, it looked like a pair of young lovers playing a dangerous game of flirtation right under the camera's nose.As she flipped through the stack, her heart plummeted further. Liam Martin was in the background of several shots, looking longingly at her. It was a perfect storm of perceived infidelity. No wonder Xavier had descended into a murderous rage—he didn't just see a wife out with a friend; he saw his "contract" being publicly incinerated by her past and he

he "thud... thud... thud..." of Chloe hitting her head against the iron bars had long since faded into a haunting silence, replaced only by the phantom whispers of the dungeon.By the time Vince and the guards burst into the cell, the "First Socialite" was a shadow of her former self. Her hands were clamped over her ears, her eyes squeezed shut as if trying to block out a reality too terrifying to bear. The dampness on the floor beneath her told a story of a primal, paralyzing fear that had stripped her of even her most basic human dignity.When Vince’s hand touched her shoulder, the scream that ripped from Chloe’s throat was animalistic, a sound of pure soul-deep trauma. It was only when her eyes finally focused on his familiar, worried face that the darkness claimed her. She collapsed into his arms, her body a frozen weight of silk and misery.The Return of the DemonAn hour later, the roar of a high-performance engine announced the return of the master. Xavier Grayson strode into t

The silence in the Bishop Manor was heavier than any scream. Chloe Bishop hadn't uttered a single syllable since she crossed the threshold. She simply sat on the velvet sofa, her feet bandaged but her eyes fixed on a point in space that no one else could see.Madam Bishop felt her world tilting. She had seen her daughter handle high-society scandals with a smirk and business rivals with cold logic, but she had never seen her like this—hollow, as if the person inhabiting her body had been vacuumed out."Chloe, talk to me! Please, don't scare your mother," Madam Bishop sobbed, her hands trembling as she touched Chloe’s cold shoulder. "Did Xavier lay a finger on you? Did he hit you?"She checked for bruises. There were no marks of a struggle on her arms or neck. There was a small, jagged scrape on her forehead and the horrific purple bruising on her knees, but they didn't look like the results of a beating. They looked like impact wounds—as if she had thrown herself against something har

Madam Bishop had never expected Xavier to show up at this exact moment—not while Donovan Tang was still upstairs in Chloe’s private chambers. However, as a woman who had navigated high society for decades, she quickly regained her composure.Xavier offered a stiff, formal nod to Madam Bishop and Old Mrs. Tang, his sharp, predatory gaze scanning the Bishop manor like a commander surveying a battlefield.Vince stepped forward, offering a practiced, apologetic smile. "The President was concerned about the Young Madam. He set aside his meetings to come and see her personally. Where is she? I don't see her down here."Madam Bishop replied steadily, "Chloe is upstairs resting. Please, sit and have some tea. I’ll go up and wake her.""No need," Xavier countered, his voice cutting through the polite air. "I'll go up myself."Without waiting for permission, Xavier strode toward the grand staircase with an air of absolute ownership. Vince, looking increasingly anxious, followed closely behind h