All Chapters of Betrayed By The Billionaire: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

"I don't want to dig up the past anymore," Sarah said, her voice a flat line. "It’s a waste of breath. I assume you didn't come here today just to audit our old grievances."Arthur’s gaze shifted back to Maddy. The weight of his boardroom crisis pressed against his temples, but the sight of his daughter—her eyes swollen and red from his earlier outburst—made his throat tight."Maddy," Arthur said, leaning forward. "Come here. Daddy has something important to ask you."Maddy didn't move. She gripped Sarah’s arm with a strength that spoke of pure terror. Sarah sighed softly and ruffled the girl’s hair. "Go ahead, sweetheart," she whispered.Sarah already knew what he was going to ask. She had seen this move coming from miles away.Maddy looked up at her mother, searching for a sign of safety. Sarah nodded encouragingly. Slowly, the little girl let go of her mother’s sleeve and walked toward Arthur, stopping just out of his reach.Arthur didn't try to pull her into a hug. He simply stare

The air in the living room felt like a glass dome on the verge of shattering. Victoria Vance scrambled, her hands trembling as she reached for her son’s arm. "Arthur, it’s not what you think... let me explain..."But Sarah Vance was a master of the timed strike. She didn't give the matriarch a second to breathe. "Oh, I remember now," Sarah said, her voice dripping with a feigned, airy realization. "I did say I only wanted Maddy. But you didn't tell me there were... strings attached to that offer."Sarah’s eyes remained locked on Arthur Vance. She was willing to walk away into the night with nothing but her daughter, but the idea of her carrying the legal and social blame for his and Yvonne Blue’s sins? That was a bridge too far. She would never play the villain in a story where she was the victim.Arthur read the fire in her eyes. He knew her character better than anyone—Sarah was prideful, brilliant, and utterly unyielding when pushed. He realized now that her "easy compromise" earli

Standing before the towering glass doors of the Bureau, Sarah found herself haunted by a memory from seven years ago.Back then, Arthur Vance had practically sprinted out of these doors, clutching their marriage licenses like a child who had won the entire world. He had pulled her into his arms, kissing her face with a raw, breathless excitement, declaring to the sky that she was finally, legally his.Now, the man walking beside her maintained a distance of exactly two meters, his body language radiating a cold, clinical detachment.Sensing her gaze, Arthur cut a sideways glance at her. There was no joy, no passion—only a visceral, naked loathing that he didn't even bother to hide.Sarah’s lips curled into a faint, mocking arc. She looked back at the sign above the entrance. Seven years of devotion had begun here, and in a few minutes, it would end here.Because it was after hours, Arthur had pulled strings with the director to have staff wait for them in secret. The "Demon CEO’s" cou

Xavier’s entire aura shifted. His face was more chilling than it had ever been, his voice a low, lethal rasp. "Understood. Keep your eyes on her. Do not lose sight of her for a second."The moment he hung up, Xavier pulled up the estate’s internal security logs. He scrubbed through the footage, rewinding until he saw it: Chloe slipping into the master bedroom. He watched her approach the bed, her movements cautious as she retrieved several strands of his hair from beneath the pillow.At that moment, a fury he had never known erupted within him. "Chloe Bishop..."If there was one thing Xavier Grayson loathed more than anything, it was a woman using underhanded, deceptive tactics. He had warned her repeatedly not to cross his lines. He had given her more freedom than any woman before her, yet she refused to learn.In his mind, the motive was clear: Chloe was taking his and Liam Jr.’s hair to a DNA clinic. She was questioning the very foundation of his bloodline.Chloe, meanwhile, remain

Chloe Bishop felt as though she were walking through a minefield. Every step she took toward the back of the room felt like a surrender, yet the way Xavier Grayson’s hand remained suspended in the air—that single, curling finger—was a command she could not ignore without risking a public explosion.She felt the weight of her handbag against her side. Inside, tucked into a secure side pocket, were the hair follicles she had "borrowed" from his pillow. If he searched her now, if his suspicion had already reached the point of a physical confrontation, the fragile peace of the Grayson Estate would be incinerated before midnight."You're quite the socialite tonight, Chloe," Xavier said as she reached the edge of his personal space. His voice was a low, dangerous vibration that didn't carry to the rest of the room, but it made the hair on her arms stand up."I was with Sarah," Chloe replied, keeping her voice level. She didn't sit immediately, instead standing just close enough for him to s