Todos os capítulos de Betrayed By The Billionaire: Capítulo 311 - Capítulo 320

Chloe Bishop pressed further, her voice trembling with feigned vulnerability. "But I really saw it, Martha. It was right there—a woman with blood streaming down her face. It was horrific."Martha’s expression remained stubbornly certain. "You must have been seeing things, Madam. So many of us searched every corner of that basement and found nothing. You were terrified, trapped in the dark—it was a hallucination born of fear.""Was it?" Chloe’s gaze sharpened, her eyes locked onto the older woman’s face. "But I saw her shadow. Shadows don't belong to ghosts, Martha."For a split second, the air in the room changed. Chloe noticed Martha’s breathing hitch, becoming heavy and labored; her nostrils flared slightly—a classic physiological response to a sudden spike in adrenaline. But as quickly as the crack appeared, Martha smoothed it over with a practiced smile."Madam, are you sure you aren't confusing your nightmares with reality? Think about it: if it were truly 'one of those things,'

"Chloe, look! Sarah struck back!"Chloe Bishop had been paced restlessly, her stomach in knots because she couldn't get through to her friend. She had just grabbed Lulu to head toward the Vance Estate when Lulu shoved her phone under Chloe’s nose, showing the latest social media update.Chloe grabbed the phone, scanning the post. After a few seconds, a sharp, triumphant smile spread across her face. "This is brilliant. Sarah just forced Arthur Vance into a corner. He’s going to have to slap his own face in front of the entire country."Lulu’s eyes were full of hero worship. "I knew she wouldn't go down without a fight! After what those two snakes did to her, Sarah shouldn't give them an inch. They deserve to live in infamy forever."But Chloe’s smile didn't reach her eyes. Her expression clouded with worry. "I’m just afraid of a cornered predator. If Arthur is pushed too far, he might resort to something truly dark."Chloe knew the power Arthur wielded in Haicheng. If he decided to st

In the cold, high-society circles of Haicheng, the fall of a woman was usually a silent, clinical affair. For Sarah Vance, the transition was absolute. Overnight, she had become a ghost in the very world she had helped build. With the Vance Matriarch, Victoria, and Arthur framing her as a "burden" and a "dependent," the doors of the elite slammed shut. Even the Bishop Family manor, once her sanctuary, had become a den of vipers. Her own mother was gone, and her father, Charles Bishop, was a fallen pillar. In her place sat a stepmother and the grasping Sara Jay, women who viewed Sarah’s downfall not as a tragedy, but as a chance to scavenge the remains.Arthur convinced himself the math was simple: without money, Sarah was toothless. He believed that Maddy staying with him was the only "logical" choice, even if it meant the child "suffered" a little during the transition.But that night, the silence at the Vance ancestral home was shattered by something Arthur couldn't calculate: the p

Xavier Grayson stood in the doorway, his silhouette casting a long, imposing shadow across the master suite. He watched Chloe Bishop intently. Still studying, he thought, a cold smirk touching his lips. In his world, the Bishop Group was a titan that required more than just "effort" to tame. To Xavier, Chloe’s attempts to master the intricacies of corporate warfare in a few months were laughable. Even with five years of study, a woman like her—too beautiful, too refined—would be devoured by the "wolves" of Haicheng’s business districts before she could even take her seat at the head of the table.In his mind, her most logical path was simple: stop wasting time on books and learn how to please the man who already held the world in his palm.But as the minutes passed and Chloe didn't so much as glance in his direction, the "Demon CEO’s" pride began to sour. The silence in the room felt like a personal insult. Driven by a sudden, icy impulse, Xavier walked to the wall and—snap—the lights

"You must have been sleeping like the dead," Chloe Bishop hissed, her teeth gritted in a rare display of outward fury.The master suite was a graveyard of her hard work. Paper snow covered the mahogany floors, yet Xavier sat there with the unshakable poise of a king, his sharp brows arching in a silent challenge. "Say that again," he commanded, his voice low and vibrating with a dangerous authority.Chloe knew he was gaslighting her. Guilt was a concept that simply didn't exist in Xavier Grayson's internal vocabulary. She didn't have the energy to argue; she simply knelt and began the soul-crushing task of gathering the fragments. It took several trips to clear the floor, her heart sinking with every jagged piece of paper she touched.Satisfied with the chaos he had sown, Xavier finally rose and headed for the dining hall.The scent of handmade shrimp wontons and Chloe’s signature sesame oil filled the air—a domestic warmth that stood in stark contrast to the frost in Xavier’s eyes. L