All Chapters of Betrayed By The Billionaire: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Vince’s expression remained as static as a stone wall. "Madam, Master Xavier is waiting for you to deliver that lunch."Chloe sighed. Sometimes, a bodyguard is more helpful when they aren't quite so diligent.Stepping into the Bishop Group headquarters felt like walking through a ghost of her former life. The staff all recognized her—the "First Socialite" with the striking, high-fashion features. She was ushered to the executive floor without a security pass or a word from the secretaries. Standing before the massive mahogany doors of what used to be her father's office, she took a steadying breath and knocked.When she pushed the door open, Xavier was a silhouette of intense focus behind the desk, framed by the floor-to-ceiling windows of River City. He spared her a fleeting glance before dropping his eyes back to the glowing monitor, his fingers flying across the keyboard.Chloe stood there for a moment, a wave of bittersweet nostalgia crashing over her. Growing up, her father had a

The tension inside the Rolls-Royce was thick enough to cut with a blade. Chloe’s heart hammered against her ribs as she stared at the tube of ointment in her hand, the instructions on the label confirming her worst fears.Xavier had noticed. Despite her best efforts to walk naturally, his predatory eyes had caught the slight, pained hitch in her step."Apply it," he commanded, his voice as cold and unyielding as the steel of the car’s frame."Now?" Chloe squeaked, her face flushing a deep, hot crimson.Without a word, Xavier pressed a button on the console. The privacy curtains hummed as they glided shut, sealing the rear cabin into a dim, intimate cocoon. He leveled a heavy, impatient look at her. "What are you waiting for?""I... I can do it when we get home," she stammered, her fingers trembling around the cool metal tube. "It’s only a few more minutes.""I’ve seen every inch of you," Xavier countered, his tone dripping with bored arrogance. "Stop acting like a blushing bride." Whe

The convoy moved forward, but the air inside the Maybach was suffocating. Liam Martin’s eyes were locked on the retreating chrome of the Rolls-Royce. "Follow them," he barked.Leo stiffened, his voice low and vibrating with suppressed anger. "Liam, think about what you’re doing. This isn't like you."Leo wasn't just a driver; he was Liam’s childhood friend and most trusted confidant. They had bled and built an empire together. Usually, Liam valued his counsel above all else, but right now, obsession had overridden logic. "I said follow them!"Leo gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, but eventually, he pulled into the lane behind the Rolls-Royce.Inside the lead car, Xavier noticed the tail almost immediately. He didn't signal his security to intercept or run them off the road. His philosophy was simple: if someone wanted to watch his life, he would give them a front-row seat to their own misery. He glanced at Chloe, who was blissfully unaware, her face still glo

Chloe "escaped" into the bathroom, the steam of the shower a poor shield against her racing thoughts. Behind her, Xavier’s lips curled into a cold, derisive smirk as he turned and strode out of the suite.When Chloe finally emerged, the bedroom was empty. Both the man and the boy were gone. Panic flared for a fleeting second before she found them in the nursery. Liam Jr. was leaning over the crib, staring at little Maya with a look of absolute, frozen fascination.Chloe crept closer and stifled a laugh. The baby had instinctively grabbed the boy’s index finger and was suckling on it with rhythmic, infant greed. Liam Jr.’s face turned a bright, embarrassed red the moment he saw Chloe, and he tried to pull his hand away.Predictably, the moment the "pacifier" vanished, Maya let out a piercing, glass-shattering wail. Panicked, the boy shoved his finger back into her mouth, and the silence was instantaneous. He looked up at Chloe with a plea for help in his eyes. Only when a maid arrived

Liam immediately switched to another messaging app, but he couldn't find Chloe’s profile picture anywhere. She had vanished from his friend list entirely.A cold realization settled over him: Chloe hadn't just deleted him; she had systematically purged him from her digital life. There was no "staying friends," no bridge left to cross. She was severing every tie, treating him like a ghost that no longer had a right to haunt her.His face paled, the screen's light reflecting a growing, restless anxiety in his eyes.He returned to his primary chat app, hoping to glimpse her life through her "Moments" or status updates, but he was locked out—a digital wall stood between them. Desperate, he scrolled back through their old chat history. The last message from her was a selfie on what should have been their wedding day.In the photo, Chloe was a vision in a strapless white gown, her veil pinned delicately to her hair. She was smiling at the camera, her eyes soft and brimming with a terrifying