บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Forgotten Bride : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Chapter 72The glowing screen of the laptop cast a sickly, pale light across Zara’s face.Ninety days.She read the toxicology report four times. She scrutinized every terrifying syllable of the chemical breakdown. Thallium. Scopolamine. Heavy metal poisoning designed to perfectly mimic a deteriorating neurological condition, ending in a massive, fatal stroke.Her stomach violently rebelled. Zara slapped a hand over her mouth, bolting from the leather chair and sprinting to the en-suite bathroom. She collapsed over the porcelain sink, dry-heaving as a cold sweat broke out across her spine.They were murdering him.The man who had thrown himself over her body to shield her from falling steel who had taken twelve stitches and a fractured shoulder to protect her was dying a slow, agonizing death at the hands of his own blood. And the most tragic, devastating part of it all?He didn't even know.He was trapped in a chemically induced fog, trusting the very people who were slipping poison

Chapter 74The crisp afternoon air instantly grew toxic.Zara spun around on the top step, her body immediately shifting to place herself entirely between Ethan and her stepsister. Her blue eyes locked onto the amber pill bottle in Chloe’s hand, and a flash of pure, murderous intent ignited in her gaze."He doesn't need your vitamins, Chloe," Zara stated, her voice echoing with lethal authority across the courtyard. "My medical staff has a full regimen prepared for him."Chloe ignored her, trying to push past Zara to reach Ethan. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide with a desperate, frantic panic. Victor had explicitly ordered her to get the pills into the estate by any means necessary."Move out of my way, Zara," Chloe hissed, holding the bottle out toward Ethan. "Baby, you know what Dr. Aris said. If you skip this, your stress migraines will trigger a vascular event. You have to take it right now."Ethan stood entirely perfectly still.He looked at the amber bottle. Inside those inn

Chapter 76Ten minutes later, the double doors of the suite flew open.Dr. Hayes, the Frost family’s private, highly discreet physician, rushed into the room carrying two heavy black medical bags. He took one look at the billionaire thrashing on the bed sweating profusely and trapped in a violent hallucinatory loop and immediately dropped his bags."Hold his arm still, Zara!" Dr. Hayes commanded, ripping open a sterile syringe package. "I need to hit a vein before he throws himself into a full grand mal seizure!""What is happening to him?" Zara asked, her voice cracking as she used her entire body weight to pin Ethan’s uninjured arm flat against the mattress."Based on the toxicology report you forwarded me, he’s entering acute Scopolamine withdrawal," Dr. Hayes explained rapidly, tying a tourniquet around Ethan’s bicep. "The brain is desperately misfiring to bridge the gap the chemicals left behind. The hallucinations are essentially five years of suppressed memories hitting his fro

Chapter 78By 6:00 AM, the storm had finally broken.The flashing red and blue lights of half a dozen police cruisers painted the front of the Frost Estate in an eerie, pulsing glow. Julian stood on the front steps, flanked by Zara’s private security detail, explaining to a highly confused police captain how six elite mercenaries had been entirely subdued by a localized tear-gas malfunction.Inside the East Wing, the titanium blast doors had finally retracted.Zara sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, her face buried in Ethan’s good shoulder. She had been crying for hours, the sheer adrenaline and terror of the night finally breaking her iron resolve.Leo was sitting at the foot of the bed, his tablet resting on his knees. He was completely unharmed, looking terribly proud of himself, though he had wisely chosen not to mention the electrified fence to the police.A low, pained groan vibrated through Ethan’s chest.Zara gasped, pulling back slightly.Ethan’s storm-gray eyes slowly fl

Chapter 80The sky wept continuously over the city for the next three days, as if the heavens themselves were trying to wash away the sins of the Vance family.Victor Vance’s memorial service was held at the historic St. Jude’s Cathedral. The massive stone steps were entirely flanked by paparazzi, corporate rivals, and the city’s elite, all eager to witness the fallout of the sudden, shocking death of Cole Corp’s shadow king.A sleek black Porsche pulled up to the curb. Flashbulbs erupted in a blinding, strobing frenzy.The rear door opened. Ethan stepped out into the gray afternoon.He wore a bespoke, pitch-black suit that hid the heavy bandages wrapping his ribs and shoulder. His jaw was rigidly set, his storm-gray eyes obscured by dark aviator sunglasses. He looked every inch the untouchable billionaire, despite the faint pallor of his skin from the lingering detox.He didn't wait for his security detail. He turned and offered his good hand to the woman inside the car.The crowd er