All Chapters of Betrayed By The Billionaire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

It had only been a week, but Liam Martin looked exactly as Chloe Bishop remembered: a crisp white shirt, tailored black trousers—clean, handsome, and as refined as polished jade. He had always favored this timeless look, a testament to his unwavering constancy, the same constancy he had shown to Sara for all those years.Beside him, Sara wore the latest white Chanel mini-dress. She looked pure, delicate, and fragile—a little princess who demanded protection. Sitting next to Liam, they looked like a perfect match.The sight hit Chloe like a physical blow, a scene she wasn't prepared to witness and couldn't look away from.The VIP suite wasn't overly crowded. Aside from Liam and Sara, there was Lyra, Nora and her daughter, plus Zackary and a few of his friends. Liam was the first to notice her, his gaze locking onto hers the moment she stepped through the door.Chloe’s heart constricted, making it hard to breathe. He was the same as always; no matter how many people were in the room, he

The blatant display of affection between Liam Martin and Sara drew every eye in the room toward Chloe Bishop.Whispers rippled through the air. Everyone knows how much Chloe loved him. He’s doing this to humiliate her. Look at how pale she is—poor girl.Chloe felt the walls closing in. Seeing the man she had worshiped for six years holding another woman with such tenderness made her want to bolt for the door. She was white-knuckling her dress, her dignity hanging by a thread.Suddenly, a violent CRASH shattered the tension.A heavy wine glass slammed onto the mahogany table directly in front of Liam and Sara. Shards of crystal and dark red wine exploded outward like shrapnel.Liam reacted instantly, pulling Sara into his chest to shield her. While Sara remained untouched, a jagged fragment sliced a thin, crimson line across Liam’s cheek. His pristine white shirt—the one he took such pride in—was now ruined, soaked in ugly, dark stains of red wine.The room fell into a deathly silence.

After Xavier overtook her, he wasted no time asserting complete control of the track. His Lamborghini cut across every racing line with calculated precision, leaving Chloe with no space to slip through. Every corner, every straight, every braking point—he dominated them all, forcing her into a relentless defensive chase.Yet Chloe refused to fall behind.Lap after lap, she clung to him like a shadow, her Bugatti glued to his rear bumper with terrifying consistency. Eight grueling laps passed, each more intense than the last, but she didn’t falter once. Her execution was flawless—no hesitation, no wasted movement, no fear.Her skill alone was enough to outclass most professional racers.But Xavier… Xavier was something else entirely.His driving wasn’t just skilled—it was overwhelming, almost artistic in its precision. Watching him ignited something deep within Chloe, a fire she hadn’t felt in years. It burned away everything else—the humiliation she had endured over the past week, the

By the time Chloe rushed back to the Grayson mansion, the "warfare" had already ceased.The moment she stepped through the door, an oppressive, heavy atmosphere hit her. The domestic staff stood frozen, looking like they were walking on eggshells. She caught the infectious sense of dread as she entered the living room and saw Xavier sitting on the sofa, his back to her.Shattered porcelain lay scattered around his feet, a silent testament to a recent explosion of temper. No one had dared to approach him to clean it up."Xavier, where's Liam Jr.?" Chloe asked, her voice trembling. The memory of the previous night’s physical encounter still triggered a deep, primal fear of him.Xavier didn’t look up immediately. His expression was cold, almost detached, yet he radiated a bone-chilling intensity. When he finally raised his eyes to hers, his voice was low. "He was too loud. I knocked him out."He knocked him out?Chloe flinched, but then she caught something unexpected. There was a faint,

The early morning sun filtered through the grand windows of the Grayson mansion, but the atmosphere inside was heavy. As Chloe stepped into the living room, she saw a tiny, solitary figure perched on the expansive velvet sofa. Liam Jr. looked smaller than usual, his handsome little face clouded with a profound sense of loss and trembling insecurity.The moment Chloe knelt in front of him, the boy lunged forward, throwing his small arms around her neck with a desperate strength. His entire body was shaking."What's wrong, sweetie?" Chloe whispered, her voice fracturing with tenderness. She held him tightly, feeling the frantic rhythmic thumping of his heart against her chest.The boy remained silent, his grip only tightening. Chloe looked up at Nanny White, who simply shook his head; he was just as baffled by the sudden emotional collapse.After a long time, the trembling subsided. Liam Jr. pulled back, scrambled off the sofa, and sprinted toward his nursery. He returned seconds later