Semua Bab Billionaire's Broken vows, Bitter Revenge : Bab 141 - Bab 150

CHAPTER 137 — Blood OathsThe first rule Tyrone lived by was simple.Never ignore your instincts.The second was harder.Never let emotion override strategy.Tonight, both rules clawed at him.He stood in Melissa’s kitchen, sleeves rolled to his elbows, staring at the faint crack running down the tiled wall beside the sink. It had been there for years small, almost invisible but once you noticed it, you couldn’t unsee it. That was how danger worked too. Quiet at first. Patient. Waiting to be acknowledged.Melissa sat at the dining table behind him, her tea untouched, fingers wrapped around the mug like it was the only thing keeping her anchored. She hadn’t said much since earlier. Since Castor’s name had come up. Since the tension in the air had shifted from manageable to sharp.“You’re thinking too loudly,” she said finally.Tyrone exhaled. “Didn’t know I was.”“You do that thing,” she replied softly. “Where your shoulders tighten and your eyes go distant. That’s when you’re planning

CHAPTER 139 — Never AgainMelissa did not look back.The elevator doors closed softly behind her, sealing off the rooftop, the ring, the kneeling man who had believed timing could fix what choice had broken. As the car descended, her reflection stared back at her from the polished steel calm, composed, untouched.She had expected something afterward.A tremor.A crack.A sense of loss.There was none.By the time the doors opened into the underground garage, the night felt ordinary again.Her driver was waiting. “Home, Ms. Williams?”“Yes.”Not the estate.Not the house filled with echoes and ghosts.Home.The car slid into traffic, city lights streaking past like memories she no longer needed to hold. Melissa rested her head back, closing her eyes not to escape, but to listen to the quiet inside herself.She felt… free.Her phone vibrated.Jaden.She didn’t answer.Another vibration.Then another.She let it ring until the screen went dark.By the time the car reached her gate, the d

Chapter 140: A man left behind Jaden drove past his apartment once.Then twice.By the third time, he realized he wasn’t avoiding home—he was avoiding the silence waiting for him inside it. The kind of silence that pressed against the ears until it started to sound like accusation. Like truth.He lowered the car window even though the night air was cold. The city rushed in—honking cars, distant laughter, music spilling from somewhere unseen. Life, loud and unbothered. Life that didn’t care that his chest felt like it was slowly collapsing in on itself.Melissa’s words replayed again, cruel in their calmness.I buried the woman who would have said yes.He hit the steering wheel once, hard. The sound echoed too loudly in the car, then disappeared. Just like everything else.He had imagined rejection would feel sharp—like a slap. Painful, humiliating, but survivable. Something he could explain away later with alcohol and pride.This wasn’t sharp.This was hollow.He finally pulled into

CHAPTER 142 — The Man Behind the ShieldMelissa noticed the stares before she noticed the tension.They followed her into the gallery like whispers with eyes—too long, too deliberate, too aware. This wasn’t admiration. It was assessment. She’d worn that look herself once, back when survival meant reading rooms before rooms read her.She kept her spine straight and her pace unhurried.The charity exhibition buzzed with polished laughter and clinking glasses, all crystal smiles and expensive promises. Art hung on white walls like quiet witnesses bold, defiant pieces meant to speak without begging. Melissa liked that. She’d chosen this event because it was public, clean, safe.Or so she’d thought.She stopped beside a large abstract canvas, pretending interest while scanning the reflections in the glass. Two men near the bar weren’t pretending at all. Their eyes tracked her openly now. One leaned toward the other and murmured something. The other smiled.Her phone vibrated in her clutch.

CHAPTER 144 — Buried Truths BleedThe past never stayed buried.It waited.Melissa learned that truth the hard way.The first crack appeared as a whisper an email forwarded to her legal team just before noon. No sender name. No subject. Only a scanned document attached, yellowed with age, edges curled like it had been pulled from somewhere it never should have left.A death certificate.Her father’s name sat there in black ink, stark and undeniable.Cause of death: Cardiac arrest.Melissa stared at the screen, something cold sliding down her spine. She had seen this document before. Years ago. At the funeral. At the probate hearings. At every moment where closure was supposed to live.But this copy was different.Someone had written across the bottom in red pen.AMENDED REPORT ATTACHED.Her fingers trembled as she scrolled.The amended report was newer. Dated two years after her father’s death. Signed by a different medical examiner. The cause of death had changed.Blunt force trauma