Semua Bab Betrayed By My Husband, Bagged A Billionaire And An Empire: Bab 51 - Bab 60

The dawn had barely cracked over the Manhattan skyline when a massive, definitive press release from ELLIGATE Holdings dropped, shifting the entire narrative of the media frenzy.Marcus had bypassed the PR teams and dictated the statement himself. He firmly affirmed the birth of his twins, offering a cold, completely unapologetic stance on keeping them hidden from the parasitic public eye. The statement concluded with a brutal, striking line that sent shockwaves through high society;“My children are my legacy. As for the identity of my wife, past or present, it is a private family matter and none of anyone’s concern.”Sitting in the back of his luxury vehicle as it navigated through the misty morning toward his estate, Marcus rubbed his throbbing temples. He felt a deep guilt that he was only just now returning to his children the next night after the scandal had occurred. He scrolled through the newly updated headlines on his tablet, feeling a slight sense of relief knowing that the

Jules stared at the man standing before her in the claustrophobic space of the elevator, and her breath became trapped in her throat instantly. She felt like she was about to go crazy as the violent shock of his presence made her feel like she would lose her mind. A man she had not seen in years and the man who had shattered her entire life was standing right here in a space where only the two of them were!Instantly, her body became so rigid and her back slammed violently against the metallic wall of the elevator as a raw shriek tore from her throat, “What are you doing here?!”“Gina, please, just calm down for a second,” Jerry pleaded, raising his hands in a desperate, placating gesture as he took a cautious step backward, “I am not here to hurt you. I am just here to help.”“Help?!” Jules screamed, her eyes wide and wild with an unstable rage, “In my company?! Of all places?!” She pointed a trembling finger at his face, “So you called them? You called the reporters downstairs! It

Sasha spent the entire flight to New York locked in a state of restless anxiety and her jaw was clenched tightly as she repeatedly tried to send messages to Jules, but every single call and text had been failing since she boarded.“Pick up, Jules... come on, pick up,” she muttered under her breath, aggressively refreshing her screen. She had originally planned to return the following week, but seeing the brutal media onslaught against her best friend had completely upended her plans. She had dropped everything, booked a last-minute business class ticket, and rushed straight to the airport.When the flight attendants served the multi-course meal, Sasha took a single bite and immediately frowned, pushing the tray away in disgust, “I haven't eaten all day, only to be served this?” she whispered to herself as she pressed the call button, Smiling politely as the air hostess arrived, she asked, "Could you please take this back? Thank you,” As the lady walked away with the food tray, Sasha

Hilary ran hot and cold, her eyes burning as she stared at the glowing screen of her phone, reading the message from Bradley Cho over and over again.“This is Bradley, Regina’s husband. We need to talk.”She was going absolutely crazy because she had no earthly idea why he was messaging her after what had transpired as her heart hammered against her ribs and her hands shook so violently that she almost dropped the device. ‘Why was he messaging her? Goodness, what was she supposed to do?’ Panic coursed through her, making her insides tremble because nothing about this nightmare added up. She didn't feel good at all, her entire body shaking under the terrifying realization that out of all the men in New York society, it shouldn't have been Bradley. It shouldn't have been Regina's husband. ‘And now, he was boldly asking to meet her. Why? What did he want to tell her? Did he want to threaten her? Or blackmail her?’ Hilary paced the floor, her mind spinning out of control. She didn't kno

The beautiful light inside the ultra-exclusive private spa was perfectly dim, filled with the soothing scent of eucalyptus and lavender as Isabella and her lifelong friend, Susan, relaxed on parallel velvet massage tables. The two women, both elegantly in their late fifties, were giggling and laughing like schoolgirls as the professional masseuses worked out the tension in their shoulders.“Oh, you have no idea, Isabella,” Susan sighed, her voice muffled by the plush face cradle as she detailed her recent travels, “The trip to Singapore was so wonderful. And on my way back, I managed to adopt the most precious little designer puppy. He’s like a little cotton ball. Such a darling,” she chuckled dreamily. “You and your exotic pets, Susan,” Isabella chuckled, her voice relaxed, “I am sure you’ll be planning your next trip soon.” “Of course, darling, and I want it to be with you,” Susan paused, shifting slightly on the table to look toward her friend, “Honestly, Isabella, it’s been year