All Chapters of Betrayed By The Billionaire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

On the other side of the line, Liam glanced at the woman on the bed. After a heavy silence, he finally relented.Shortly after he stepped out, the woman on the bed opened her eyes, her gaze sharp and cold.Across the lawn, Chloe saw Liam’s silhouette emerge from the villa. She pushed open the car door and stepped out, the cool night air catching her lavender silk. They stood several yards apart, locked in a distant gaze, a vast, invisible chasm separating them.Tonight, Chloe was radiant—a perfect blend of high-society elegance and youthful purity. She was breathtaking, and Liam had always known it, but now his eyes were a fortress that only held room for Sara.“Speak,” Liam said. He looked at her with that same refined, "gentlemanly" mask, but the warmth and indulgence that had defined their last six years were gone.Chloe struggled to find the words. The weight of her secret felt like lead in her throat. After a long pause, she finally spoke. "I just came from the Gray—""Aaaaah!"A

On the way to the airport, Liam was completely lost in thought. Sara called his name several times, but he didn't react.Her eyes dimmed. She looked at him softly and said, "Liam, let’s go back. Let’s not go to the States."That finally got a response. "Why the sudden change of heart?"Sara had been tormented by nightmares for years. The doctors said it was a psychological scar; to heal, she had to face the source of her fear. Liam’s plan was to take her back to the place where she had been held captive—to show her she was safe now, and then to metaphorically burn that past to the ground.Sara gave a bittersweet smile that would make any man ache with pity. "Your heart isn't here, Liam. I don't want to force you. I just want you to be happy."Liam’s chest tightened. He blamed himself for letting Chloe distract him. Overwhelmed with guilt, he pulled Sara’s frail body into his arms. "Don't overthink it. Having you is enough for me. I won't think about anyone else."As for Chloe... he pr

Nanny White’s eyebrow twitched slightly, her tone laced with a touch of weary resignation. "Master Xavier, you should just wear it. It’ll act as a shield against plenty of persistent women. Besides, if you don't, the Old Madam will start a fuss again, and her health simply can't handle the stress."Chloe thought to herself that Xavier didn't need a ring to ward off women; a single icy glare from him was usually more than enough. He held such deep disdain for the opposite sex and viewed romance with utter contempt—there was no way he would wear something so sentimental. It seemed the Old Madam was destined for disappointment.Just as Chloe was mentally preparing a way to dismiss Nanny White’s request, Xavier abruptly reached out. He picked up the men’s band and slid it onto his ring finger.Chloe blinked, stunned. He actually put it on!Nanny White didn't look surprised at all. She turned to Chloe. "Your turn, Madam."Pushing her shock aside, Chloe picked up her ring and slipped it on.

“He won't marry you, you foolish child. You’re throwing yourself away.”Looking at her stubborn daughter, Mrs. Bishop felt a sharp ache in her very soul.This time, Chloe didn't argue. She reached into her bag, pulled out the scarlet marriage certificate, and handed it to her mother. “Mom, we’re already married. We registered two hours ago.”Mrs. Bishop stared blankly at the red booklet. It took a long time for her to process what she was seeing. She examined the certificate repeatedly, tracing the official seal until she was certain it was real.The man who made the entire business world of River City tremble—the youngest billionaire in the city’s history—was now her son-in-law.“How… why would he marry you?”Mrs. Bishop struggled to digest the fact. When Chloe said it couldn't be broken off, this was what she meant. She had feared Chloe had become a hidden mistress, a "kept woman." But a wife? A wife was official, legally protected, and public. The difference was night and day.Yet,

The man let out a guttural shriek, the iron pipe clattering to the marble floor as he clawed at his bleeding eye.The eye is the ultimate equalizer; once struck, the body’s balance and aggression evaporate instantly.A rapid-fire succession of cracks echoed from the balcony. Chloe’s draw was lightning-fast. Before the mob could even process where the fire was coming from, she had peppered the leaders. She wasn't aiming for center mass—she was picking off eyes, armpits, groins, and wrists.Every shot found a nerve center, dropping grown men to their knees in agonizing spasms.With Chloe’s covering fire, Vince saw his opening. He surged forward, disarming the nearest thug and swinging the heavy iron pipe with clinical precision. Within seconds, he had leveled four more "drunkards." Sensing the shift, the Bishop estate guards found their second wind and dove back into the fray.Suddenly, a man in a black tactical mask broke away from the group. He ignored his fallen comrades and bolted t