All Chapters of BETRAYED BY MY HUSBAND, LOVED BY HIS BROTHER : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Richard smiled with satisfaction after swiping it away from the message.He checked the headlines, searched for the latest accident. And it was reported that; A young billionaire, Miss Kendra Reens's car , exploded around Bella Vista Restaurant, just after she finished eating in the restaurant.That's like a perfect job, he cleared the way and at the same time as a new client.Everything was going to straighten out soon. He’d reclaim his business, rebuild his name, and finally marry the woman who actually belonged at his side. No more setbacks. No more surprises. Then his phone buzzed again.Same unknown number. He tapped the message open and stared at the photo: the car twisted into burning scrap, flames licking the night air. His jaw tightened. He slid the phone into his pocket, wiped the expression off his face, and walked back into the sitting room. “Freya, let’s go home.” he said coldly.She could see how angry he was and stood up, smoothing her dress before picking up her ha

Richard’s hand hung frozen in the air, inches from Freya’s face. His palm trembled with the force of everything he was holding back. For one terrifying second, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing. Freya stared at him, her eyes wide and glistening. Her lips parted, but no words came out at first. Then, quietly, and brokenly, she whispered, “Go on then. Do it, hit me.” The words hit Richard like ice water. His eyes cleared just enough for horror to flood in. He jerked his hand back as if burned, lowering it to his side and clenching it into a tight fist. He stumbled backward a step, breathing hard. He has never raised his hand to hit a woman no matter how provoking the situation is. “Fuck… Freya, I...” His voice cracked. “I wasn’t going to… Christ, I don’t know what the hell just happened.” Freya didn’t move. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, as if trying to hold her own pieces together. A single tear slipped down her cheek, but she quickly wiped

Kendra was dressed in a pencil red skirt suit. She stood in front of the big mirror in her luxurious bedroom, straightening her tie carefully while staring at her own reflection. The suit hugged her figure perfectly, making her look powerful and elegant at the same time. “I can't believe I'm this beautiful,” she murmured to herself, touching her hair gently, running her fingers through the smooth strands. She turned her head from side to side, admiring how the light caught her features. It felt good to see herself like this, confident and put together. When she was still married to Richard, things were so different. She barely dressed up as this beautiful. Most days it was just simple gowns or sometimes she wouldn't even bother dressing up properly because she wasn't going anywhere special. Life back then felt like it was on pause, trapped in that marriage with no real excitement. But now, everything has changed. She was free, living in this big mansion on her island,

Knox wiped his lips with the back of his hand, the taste of whiskey still lingering from the glass he'd just downed upstairs. He turned sharply and walked toward the back of the mansion, his footsteps echoing through the dimly lit hallway. The place was quiet now, too quiet, like the calm before another storm. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small black remote. With a quick press of his thumb, a hidden panel in the floor slid open smoothly, revealing a set of narrow concrete steps descending into darkness. He glanced over his shoulder once, making sure no one else was around, then carefully climbed down. The air grew cooler and damper as he went, carrying that familiar underground mustiness mixed with the sharp scent of fear and sweat. At the bottom, a heavy metal door waited. Knox pushed it open, stepping into the dimly lit chamber. Two of his men stood guard on either side of a figure tied to a metal chair in the center of the room. The capti

Kendra stepped out of the lift, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor of the entrance hall. The day had been endless, signing one contract after another in that stuffy office downtown, her mind foggy with exhaustion. All she wanted was a hot shower, a cup of tea, and her bed. But as she walked into the living room, her jaw dropped, and her eyes widened in genuine shock.“Grandma?” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.There, perched on the edge of the cream sofa like she owned the place, sat her mother’s mother. The old woman’s silver hair was pulled back tightly, her face etched with lines that spoke of bitterness. Beside her was Emily, Kendra’s cousin, looking uncomfortable in a simple blouse and jeans, fiddling with the strap of her handbag.Kendra hasn’t seen them in years. As far as she knew, Grandma still lived in her brownstone in New York, and they've never been close. Not really. Not since Kendra had chosen to rebuild her relationship with her