Todos os capítulos de Betrayed By The Billionaire: Capítulo 321 - Capítulo 330

Xavier Grayson flicked the white pastry away as if it were a piece of common trash. It rolled across the floor, coming to a stop near Chloe Bishop’s feet."You expect to put a lifelong servant under surveillance based on a single piece of cake?" His voice was flat, devoid of the warmth Chloe had hoped to find.Chloe didn't argue. She simply knelt and picked up the pastry, her movements slow and weary. "It is precisely because I cannot find a 'smoking gun' that I must use these methods, Xavier."She remembered the day of the raid. They had stormed the cellar with such confidence, convinced that Martha would crack or that the "Phantom" would be caught in the light. But Xavier’s men had found nothing. Now, Martha moved through the estate with an even greater sense of untouchable immunity."Do you really think that answer carries weight?" Xavier asked.Chloe looked at him, and for a moment, the "Silent Queen" mask slipped. She remembered the suffocating terror of the cellar, the feeling o

By the time Xavier Grayson realized what had happened, the knot of the apron was already secure. He looked down at the bright, cartoonish print against his bespoke trousers, his expression sour enough to curdle milk. "Did you not hear a word I said?"Chloe Bishop looked up at him, her almond-shaped eyes wide and shimmering with a practiced innocence. "I'm just so tired, Xavier," she whispered, her voice soft and fragile. "I don't have the strength to cook tonight."Xavier stared at her, his jaw tightening. He knew she was playing the "pity card." He knew she was likely exaggerating her exhaustion from the morning’s events to avoid chores. Yet, looking at her, the "Demon CEO" found himself rendered speechless.Ten minutes later, Xavier emerged from the kitchen carrying steaming plates of food. He stopped in his tracks at the sight of the living room. Chloe and Liam Jr. were huddled together on the sofa, sharing a bowl of fruit and watching a movie with rapt attention. They looked perfe

The memory was a jagged shard in Chloe Bishop’s mind. She had been so close—just seconds away from unmasking the "Phantom"—when the world went black. The blow that had knocked her unconscious hadn’t come from a ghost; it had come from one of the estate’s elite guards, a man personally vetted and frequently used by Vince the butler.For the past forty-eight hours, Chloe had been a silent observer. She had watched the guard, watched Vince, and watched Martha, looking for a flicker of recognition or a secret exchange. But there was nothing. They moved like clockwork, perfect and synchronized, as if they were part of a machine that had already erased its own tracks.Xavier remained a skeptic. To him, the "strange sounds" in the cellar were merely an acoustic anomaly—sound waves refracting through the stagnant air of the underground tunnels. He viewed the servants' fears as peasant superstition. But Chloe had seen it. Twice.Now, even with the lights on, the guest suite felt crowded with b

Standing behind the cold iron bars, Chloe Bishop looked out at Xavier Grayson and felt a wave of profound sorrow. Though the door was open, she realized she was still a prisoner in this house—repressed, controlled, and forced to swallow her grievances.Xavier watched her, his face a chilling mask of indifference. He offered no comfort, no validation of the blood now drying on her forehead."Let’s go back," Chloe said, her voice hollow as she stepped into the elevator. "After tonight, I won’t speak of this again. I’ve given you my word."The ride back was silent. Chloe didn't return to the master suite. She entered the guest room and bolted the door, and for the first time in days, Xavier didn't try to break her isolation.The Midnight DescentAt 2:00 AM, a slender silhouette slipped out of the room. Chloe moved like a phantom herself, her bare feet pressing against the freezing marble floors. She didn't turn on the lights. She didn't even click her flashlight. She moved through the da

"Could her brother really be more terrifying than her?"The question echoed in Chloe’s mind as she sat in the dim light of the cellar. If this girl called her "Sister-in-Law," the implication was unavoidable."What is your name?" Chloe asked softly."I am Seraphina," the girl whispered, using a name that meant 'cherished.'Seraphina began to relax, her large, crystalline eyes fixed on Chloe with unadulterated wonder. "Sister, you are so beautiful. You are the prettiest thing I have ever seen."Looking at this innocent soul trapped in a nightmare, Chloe’s anger vanished. She offered a gentle smile. "You are beautiful too, Seraphina."The light in the girl's eyes dimmed instantly. She looked down at her tattered doll, her voice trembling. "No. I am ugly. I am a monster."Chloe didn't know how to comfort her. In a world that valued the "perfection" of the Grayson image, Seraphina’s crimson-stained face was a death sentence. "I have to go now," Chloe said, her urgency returning. She neede