All Chapters of Betrayed By The Billionaire: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

"I couldn't do it," Martha whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of a twenty-year secret. "She was a living, breathing soul. I couldn't put her in the ground just because Master Marcus Sr. demanded it. But I was terrified. If I brought her back, he would have finished what he started. So, I took her to my hometown. My own mother raised her in the shadows."Chloe Bishop listened, her heart aching for the woman who had lived a lie and the girl who had lived in a cage. "Did Xavier’s mother, An Lan, ever know?"Martha shook her head. "The Mistress was already broken by the Master's accusations. She didn't even know for sure if the child was a Grayson. I thought... if they all believed the baby was dead, the killing would stop. It seemed like the only mercy left."Chloe frowned, her modern mind struggling with the archaic tragedy. "Why was a DNA test never done?""I am an uneducated woman," Martha said with a bitter sigh. "Twenty years ago, I didn't know what a DNA test was. I jus

Xavier Grayson tossed the thick proposal back onto the desk with a flick of his wrist. "Mr. Vance, there is a slight problem. The Grayson Group is already developing a project with a nearly identical trajectory. I see nothing in your proposal that stands out as unique."Arthur Vance didn't flinch. He let out a composed, hollow laugh. "Mr. Grayson, you’re joking. If the Grayson Group had a project like this, it would have been announced months ago to secure the market lead. You wouldn't be sitting here waiting for me to bring it to your doorstep."Arthur was certain. He believed Xavier was simply using a classic "low-ball" tactic—downplaying the project's value to squeeze the Vance Group for a higher percentage of the profits.The two men locked eyes across the expansive mahogany desk. It was a clash of titans: one sharp and predatory, the other mature and calculated. The air in the office grew heavy with an unspoken, invisible pressure.Finally, Arthur was the first to yield. He neede

"Dad."Sarah Vance glanced at her sleeping daughter, Maddy, before stepping onto the balcony to answer the call.Immediately, her father’s voice roared through the receiver, laced with a fury that had nothing to do with concern and everything to do with ego. "The city is in an uproar, and not a single word from you! Do I even exist to you as a father?""I didn't want to worry you," Sarah replied, her voice steady despite the tremor in her heart.Charles Bishop let out a heavy, theatrical snort. "If you didn't want me to worry, you wouldn't be picking a fight with Arthur Vance! Have you thought about the position you’re putting the Bishop family in? Our business depends on the Vance Group. Do you even care?"Sarah fell silent. It was true that over the last few years, Arthur had funneled significant contracts to her father. But now, the mask was off. Charles wasn't angry because his daughter was hurt; he was angry because his benefactor was threatened."Speak!" he demanded."The family

In the backseat of his car, Arthur Vance listened as his secretary attempted to spin the disaster. "We can claim your mother simply wanted to see her granddaughter," the secretary suggested. "We can say Sarah was being obstructive, so we 'borrowed' the girl and returned her shortly after."Arthur shook his head, his voice tight. "No. I already declared at the press conference that we’ve been divorced for three months and that I have custody. If I admit I 'borrowed' her, I’m admitting I don't have control. We need that divorce certificate. A physical document online is the only thing that will kill this fire."The secretary hesitated before speaking the hard truth. "Sir, if threats against her family didn't work, there is only one logical move left: Give her custody of Maddy. If you don't, Sarah will never stop. Your reputation will be buried, the Vance Group’s stock will hit zero, and eventually...""And eventually," Arthur finished, his voice a hollow rasp, "the Board of Directors wi

When Arthur reached the villa, Sarah Vance was in the kitchen. Cooking was never her forte—she had spent her marriage being the "perfect socialite" and an elite intellectual, not a housewife. But she knew how to boil noodles and fry an egg, and tonight, that was enough.The doorbell chimed, a sharp, intrusive sound. Sarah didn't flinch. She tapped a key on her laptop, which sat on the marble counter. The screen flickered to life, displaying several high-definition camera angles. In the center frame, Arthur stood at the gate, his gaze lethal and fixed directly on the lens.He had come.He was faster than she expected, and notably, he was alone. No guards, no lawyers, no Yvonne Blue. It seemed Victoria Vance and Liam Vance had successfully cracked his resolve.The noodles were ready. Sarah plated them with a perfectly crisped fried egg and carried the bowls to the dining table. Maddy came running over, her little face lighting up. "Mommy, someone’s at the door!"Sarah didn't answer. She