All Chapters of Betrayed By The Billionaire: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

After Madam Bishop left the room, Chloe reached under her pillow and pulled out the yellow paper. Realizing it was a spiritual talisman, a flash of primal terror flickered in her eyes, quickly followed by a profound sense of confusion.The thought of returning to the Grayson Estate was a physical weight on her chest—a recurring nightmare she couldn't wake from. After the cold-blooded cruelty Xavier had shown her, she couldn't simply "reset." She couldn't perform the role of the submissive wife, nor could she imagine sharing a bed with the man who had buried her in the dark.How do I end this marriage?A wave of bitter regret washed over her. She thought back to that day in her father’s office when Xavier had given her a choice—to walk away or stay. She had lacked the courage then, tethered by duty and fear for the Bishop Group’s future. Now, that lack of courage felt like a death sentence.The Unyielding GuestMadam Bishop descended the stairs, fully expecting the "Demon CEO" to have

Xavier pulled away abruptly, his breath hitching as he stared down at the woman beneath him. A turbulent wave of emotion—one he couldn't name or suppress—swirled in his chest.He had initiated that kiss. Not out of punishment, and not out of cold obligation.Chloe Bishop blinked, the hollow void in her eyes slowly focusing back onto Xavier’s face. When she spoke, her voice was calm, but it carried the weight of a thousand unspoken grievances. "Continue. Why stop? Don't you always prefer taking what you want by force? Go on.""Chloe, that’s enough."Xavier released her, a flicker of inexplicable shame burning beneath his skin."What? Do you find me repulsive now?" Chloe let out a sharp, jagged laugh. "Don't worry. Regardless of how many men you think I’ll have in the future, as of this moment, this body is still 'clean.' There’s been no one but you.""Chloe Bishop!"Xavier’s hand flew to her throat, his fingers tightening in a display of raw, frustrated power. "Do not push your luck."

After dinner, Chloe walked into her father’s room. She sat by Marcus Bishop’s bed, her fingers interlaced with his limp, weathered hand. He looked peaceful, as if he were merely taking a long nap, but the machines humming in the background told a different story."Dad," she whispered, her voice cracking. "How much longer are you going to sleep? Why won't you wake up?"Memories of his stern lectures and high expectations flooded her mind, no longer feeling like burdens, but like lost anchors. "I’m so sorry I didn't listen to you back then. If I could turn back time, I’d be the daughter who made you proud. I wouldn't let myself live this... this pathetic life."She thought about her past self—the girl who was so utterly devoted to Liam Martin. Back then, she believed that as long as she had him, she didn't need to learn anything. She was content to stay home, raise children, and let him be her safe harbor.Now, she realized that the only unconditional support in this world came from her

The dining room of the Grayson Estate was a hollow expanse of marble and cold light. Dinner was served, and Vince led Liam Jr. to the washbasin before the father and son took their places opposite each other.The atmosphere was stifling. Both the man and the boy wore expressions that could sour milk. Xavier Grayson looked at his son, his brow furrowing with displeasure. "Why haven't you started? I told you not to wait for me."Liam Jr. puffed out his cheeks, his small face a mask of stubborn defiance as he glared at his father."Don't stare at me like that," Xavier countered, his voice like grinding stones. "If you have something to say, use your words."Liam Jr. couldn't speak, but his hands moved with frantic energy as he snatched up his writing tablet. He scribbled a single, jagged line of text and shoved it toward Xavier:"You chased Chloe away again."Xavier’s eyes darkened, but he forced a calmer tone for the boy’s sake. "Tomorrow is the one-month celebration for Baby Bella. You

The air on the balcony of the Grayson Estate was thick with frost and nicotine. Xavier’s threat to ground Liam Jr. did nothing to dampen the boy’s defiance. The two stood in a silent deadlock—mirror images of stubborn Grayson pride—until the boy spun on his heel and marched out.SLAM!The sound of Liam Jr.’s bedroom door echoed through the mansion like a gunshot, a clear gauge of the boy's absolute fury.Xavier lit another cigarette, his fingers steady but his jaw tight. He stared at his phone and, for the third time, dialed Chloe Bishop. This time, the call didn't even last half a ring before the line went dead.She hung up again.His grip on the device tightened. Just as he was about to dial a fourth time, a text message lit up the screen:"What is it?"Xavier's thumbs flew across the glass:"Why are you hanging up on me?"The reply was instantaneous and glacial:"I’m sleeping. Is there something important?"Xavier stared at the clinical, dismissive tone. The rage he had been suppre