All Chapters of The Billionaire I Met On My Worst Night : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Sunlight filtered through the heavy blackout curtains of the master bedroom, casting a soft, muted glow across the floor. Charlotte opened her eyes slowly, blinking against the light. The immediate rush of memory hit her like a physical blow—the concrete room, the freezing air, Vincent’s voice. She tried to sit up, but a wave of profound dizziness immediately forced her back down against the pillows. Her stomach churned with a sharp flare of nausea. "Don't move too fast." Edward was instantly beside her. He was sitting in the armchair drawn close to the bed, looking as though he hadn't slept a single second. He poured a glass of water from the nightstand and gently helped her take a sip. "I'm fine," Charlotte whispered, her voice raspy. She forced a small smile, trying to reassure him. "Just... weak. Everything is spinning.""Dr. Aris said this would happen," Edward said, his tone incredibly soft, though his eyes remained shadowed with lingering worry. He brushed a stray lock of

The morning sun poured through the tall windows of the Stewart mansion, offering a rare, quiet warmth after days of suffocating fear. Charlotte sat in the sunroom, wrapped in a thick cashmere shawl, a cup of chamomile tea resting untouched on the table beside her."I still can't believe you're sitting here looking this calm," Nancy said, bustling into the room with a massive bouquet of white hydrangeas. She set the flowers down and took a seat opposite Charlotte, her eyes scanning her friend for any lingering signs of trauma. "If I had been locked in a freezing warehouse, I would still be hiding under my bed."Charlotte offered a soft, genuine smile. "I'm okay, Nancy. Really. The doctor ordered strict bed rest, but I needed to see the sun."Nancy sighed in relief, leaning forward. "Well, you look better. Less pale. Have you heard anything else about Vincent or the police investigation?""Edward is handling the investigation," Charlotte said firmly. "He promised to keep it away from me

The heavy rain battered the windows of Edward’s Executive office at Stewart Holdings, matching the dark, tense atmosphere inside the room. Edward stood by the glass, staring out at the grey skyline. Behind him, Kevin closed a file folder with a heavy sigh of frustration. "The lead was a ghost, Sir," Kevin reported, his voice tight. "The financial trail we found yesterday pointed to a commercial property on the city's outskirts. We sent a tactical team alongside the authorities before dawn. The building was completely abandoned. The servers were ripped out, and any paper records left behind had been incinerated."Edward didn't turn around. His jaw ticked. "Nothing at all?""Nothing," Kevin admitted. "Vincent wiped his tracks perfectly.Whoever is helping Vincent knows exactly how to evade our digital sweeps. For now, the trail has gone completely cold."Edward turned away from the window, his expression unreadable. He had wanted to end this threat quickly, to crush Vincent before the

For three days, Jessica Hart became a ghost haunting the edges of Charlotte Stewart's life. She continued her quiet, relentless surveillance, tracking the rhythms of Charlotte's new routine. From the tinted windows of her rented car, Jessica noted the same undeniable patterns day after day. Charlotte was leaving Morrison Gallery by mid-afternoon, hours before the doors officially closed to the public. She often looked pale, occasionally pausing to take deep breaths or sip from a bottle of water as if fighting off a sudden wave of nausea. And the security—it was suffocating. Edward’s guards didn't just walk near Charlotte; they formed a physical barricade around her every time she stepped onto the pavement. Sitting in the shadows of her car, Jessica watched Charlotte and a realization slowly took hold.She had been pregnant once. She remembered the exhaustion of the first trimester, the sudden aversions, the desperate sips of water to keep the room from spinning. To Jessica, the

In the quiet sanctuary of her study, Jessica Hart sat before the collection of photographs and notes she had assembled on Charlotte. She traced the edge of a photograph showing Charlotte stepping into her armored SUV. Andrew’s desperate voice still echoed in her mind: I don't want you making the exact same mistake. Let it go.She hadn't abandoned her revenge, Sienna's words still echoed in her mind, but Andrew's warning had forced Jessica to pause.A rash, impulsive attack would only land her in jail like her son. Edward Stewart’s security was too tight, his resources too vast. If she moved now, she would be crushed. Jessica took a slow, deep breath, organizing the files into a neat stack. She would wait. She would melt into the background, quietly observing Charlotte’s routine, learning the guards’ shift rotations, and gathering whatever information she could about the pregnancy. She would bide her time until circumstances handed her the perfect advantage.Across the city, Sienna pa