Todos los capítulos de Betrayed By The Billionaire: Capítulo 261 - Capítulo 270

The reunion at the airport was a whirlwind of energy. Cousin Silas stood out in his athletic gear, looking every bit the sun-drenched youth. He offered a respectful bow to the elders, but his eyes lit up when he saw Chloe."Grandfather, Uncle," Chloe greeted them, waving her family toward the waiting cars.The drive to the West Side was filled with non-stop chatter. Madam Bishop (Jane) had prepared a luxury villa in a high-end gated community for them. Upon arrival, Master Marcus Sr. paced the perimeter, nodding in approval. "Good feng shui," he muttered, spinning his walnuts. "The energy here is balanced."However, as Chloe helped them settle in, the universe decided to play a cruel trick.The West Side ScandalJust as Chloe was stepping out of the villa to head back for the feast, a familiar black sedan pulled into a driveway a few houses down. It was Arthur Vance.Chloe froze. Through the windshield, she saw Yvonne Blue sitting in the passenger seat. Arthur stepped out, walked arou

The parlor of the Bishop Manor was a battlefield of subtext. While Jane Bishop busied herself with the final details of the feast, Old Mrs. Grayson sat like a serene empress, her eyes sharp despite her warm smile. She knew perfectly well that Xavier had been at home, not the office—she had seen him pacing the halls before she left."Waiting at the office?" Old Mrs. Grayson chuckled, her voice like velvet. "I called him before I came. He said he was just... waiting. I suspect, dear, he was simply waiting for your call."Chloe Bishop maintained a practiced, polite smile. She neither confirmed nor denied the statement, treating it as a pleasant fiction. She knew the truth of their "romance" was written in the cold stone of a dungeon floor. Even if the Matriarch meant well, trying to paint a picture of newlywed bliss was a dangerous game. Once Xavier walked through those doors with his usual glacial disdain, the facade would shatter."Of course," Aunt Sarah (Xiangxue) chimed in, her voice

The air at the banquet table crackled with a different kind of electricity—the friction of familial shame. Silas tried to deflect his mother’s fixated matchmaking with a playful scoff. "Exactly, Mom. Stop making it sound like Tiffany is some clearance item no one wants."But Aunt Sarah was undeterred, her voice rising with a frantic, unpolished edge. "What do you kids know? You have to pick the best while you’re young. Wait a few more years, and you’re the one being picked over, not the one doing the picking!"Jane Bishop stepped in quickly, her social grace acting as a fire suppressant. She offered Aunt Sarah a diplomatic smile. "Don’t you worry, Sarah. Tiffany is both sensible and beautiful. She’ll find a husband every bit as wonderful as Chloe’s."Aunt Sarah finally preened, satisfied with the validation. "Well, you and Chloe better keep your eyes peeled for her."Tiffany looked mortified, her gaze dropping to her plate. Watching the exchange, Chloe felt a sudden surge of pity for

The tension in the banquet hall was a physical weight, but Xavier Grayson had reached his limit. Just as he stood to offer a cold, final departure without a word of goodbye, a small, trembling hand clamped around his wrist."Come upstairs with me for a moment," Chloe Bishop whispered.Xavier looked down. Chloe’s face was ghostly, her eyes wide and swimming with a silent, desperate plea. She knew he was on the verge of walking out—and taking the Bishop family’s last shred of dignity with him.Every logical instinct in Xavier’s mind screamed at him to shake her off. Her heart wasn't with him; why should he care about her family’s "face"? Yet, tethered by an impulse he couldn't name, he found his feet moving in sync with hers. He allowed her to lead him away from the prying eyes of the elite.Downstairs, Aunt Sarah let out a tittering laugh, covering her mouth with a manicured hand. "My, look at those two. So inseparable."Old Mrs. Grayson beamed, turning to Old Mrs. Tang with a triumpha

Chloe Bishop wasted no more words. She pulled on a pair of sterile latex gloves, her movements clinical and steady. She picked up the surgical forceps, dipped them in disinfectant, and positioned her hand at the jagged edge of the wound.Without the obstruction of his shirt, the injury was stark. The glass shard sat deep in the muscle, reflecting the harsh vanity lights of the bedroom. It appeared to be a single, solid piece, but appearances in trauma were often deceptive.She didn't give Xavier Grayson a warning. She clamped the forceps onto the glass and yanked it out in one swift, vertical motion.A fountain of fresh, hot blood immediately saturated the surrounding skin. Chloe glanced at Xavier’s face; his brow merely twitched, his jaw locking so hard the muscles stood out like iron cables.She immediately pressed a thick pad of gauze against the opening, applying firm, rhythmic pressure. "Can you feel any grit? Any sharp points inside?" she asked.In the world of the Bishops, pain