All Chapters of Betrayed By My Husband, I Married His Billionaire Uncle: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

AUTHOR’S POVBack at the perimeter fence of the Teterboro aviation terminal, the smoke from the gunfire still hung heavy in the cold night air. The hitman sent by Karla lay dead on the wet concrete, a lifeless shell of the violent contract he had agreed to fulfill.The other guards who had stayed behind to eliminate the threats moved with cold, lethal precision. They scanned the shadows beyond the rusted shipping containers, sweeping the area for any threats."Check the perimeter," Klaus ordered, his tactical rifle still raised. "Make sure nobody else is lingering near the access road."Draven jogged toward the far corner of the terminal fence, his boots splashing through the muddy puddles. The fog rolled thick across the ground, obscuring the view of the empty highway beyond the iron bars.A sharp rustle of dry weeds caught his attention near a drainage ditch.Draven stopped. He flicked the flashlight mounted beneath his rifle barrel, casting a bright beam of white light into the dee

ANIKAThe silence of the master suite offered no comfort. Sitting on the edge of the velvet sofa, I stared at the rain lashing against the reinforced glass windows of the penthouse. Every time I closed my eyes, the terrifying image of the silenced pistol aimed at my chest flashed through my mind, brilliant and horrifying. The memory of Icelyn stepping in front of the bullet kept my heart hammering a frantic, painful rhythm against my ribs.I could not sit in this quiet room and wait. My husband was injured, operating on fresh stitches and painkillers, and he was out there confronting the men who tried to end our lives.Standing up, I grabbed my coat and walked out into the corridor. The decision was simple. I was the Chairwoman of the Sterling corporation. I did not hide while others fought my wars.Finding Elias in the lobby, I demanded a vehicle. The security guard tried to argue. He cited strict orders from Icelyn to keep the building locked down, reminding me of the danger still l

AUTHOR’S POVThe morning mist still clung to the glass windows of the service corridor as the domestic staff gathered in the lower briefing room. The small space was usually reserved for security check-ins, but today it felt like an interrogation room.Maria stood near the back of the small group. She wore her gray uniform, her hands folded tightly in front of her white apron. Her face was pale, devoid of color, and her lower lip trembled uncontrollably. She kept her eyes glued to the scuffed linoleum floor, terrified to look at Peter and the two armed guards standing by the exit.The heavy metal door swung open.Icelyn walked into the room. He wore a dark tailored suit with his right arm resting in the black sling. His mere presence sucked all the air out of the room. The guards stepped aside, allowing him to take up a position at the head of the long metal table."Good morning," Icelyn spoke, his deep voice bouncing off the concrete walls. "As you are all aware, an attempt on my li

ICELYNThe elevator ride up to the fiftieth floor passed in a tense, heavy silence. The physical pain in my shoulder faded into the background, overshadowed by the dark work that needed to be done. Arriving at the penthouse level, the brass doors slid open with a soft chime.Golden hour sunlight streamed through the massive windows of the living room, painting the Italian marble floors in warm, fiery hues. The sprawling space looked peaceful and pristine.Walking down the main corridor, I found Maria in the formal dining room.She stood near the long glass table, busy arranging a fresh bouquet of white lilies into a crystal vase. She moved with a relaxed, easy rhythm, her earlier panic completely gone. The false promise of a routine security audit had worked perfectly. She believed she had survived the scare, convinced that her hidden partition had protected her deadly secrets.Hearing my footsteps against the floor, she turned around."Good evening, Mr. Sterling," Maria greeted, a br

ANIKA"The evidence is circumstantial in the strict eyes of the law," he replied, walking slowly back toward the center of the room. "The fifty thousand dollars came from a blind trust in the Cayman Islands. It was deposited directly into the retainer account of a criminal defense lawyer in Queens. Because the money went to a legal firm, the defense attorney claims it was a standard legal fee for future services, not a bribe. The law protects the transaction details under attorney-client privilege.""But the phone call," I argued, desperate to find a logical solution to this nightmare. "Maria recorded Karla giving the orders. We heard her voice clearly. She told the maid to wear the wire.""The defense team already argued the recording is illegal," Icelyn stated, a bitter scowl twisting his features. "Maria is a civilian. She did not have a federal warrant to record a phone conversation without the other party consenting. The judge ruled the audio file inadmissible for a grand jury he