All Chapters of The Billionaire's Island Bargain: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Emily POVI always knew something was wrong with me. Today, I finally confirmed it.I thought that if I discovered the truth, I could confront it head-on and then do my best to move past it. But now I regret everything. It would have been better if I had stayed in the dark. If I had never tried to uncover the truth. I should have never remembered… never at all.I slowly drifted back to what happened three days ago.Flashback — Three Days AgoAfter drinking the welcome champagne Cade’s secretary had brought us, I fell asleep like a log and didn’t wake up until the next morning.Cade was sleeping in the chair when I stirred. After waking him and insisting he get into bed, I went to the bathroom to shower. It was our wedding day, and I wanted to look my best for him.Even though he was still hiding something from me, the conversation I had overheard between him and his mother kept giving me a bad feeling. If I asked him about it, he would probably lie — and that was something I couldn’t

Cade POVI froze, staring at her. How did she find out? How did she remember what happened?“Emily, I can explain,” I said, desperate to justify myself somehow.“I begged you to stop,” she whispered, crouching on the floor as fresh tears fell. “I asked you to stop, but you didn’t listen.”“Emily, please listen to me. I beg you,” I said, my voice breaking at the sight of her like this.“Don’t come near me!” she begged, the tears streaming down her face.Knowing she needed space to calm down, I stayed back and watched her cry. I crouched in front of her, helpless, not knowing what to say.“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I know it’s taken me ten long years to say it, but I’m really sorry.”“I didn’t want to do it,” I continued, my voice cracking. “I was blackmailed. What my mother made me believe was that she was being cheated on by my father and your mother. I was just a kid, Emily…”“A kid who never knew right from wrong?” she yelled, her voice raw with pain. “I kept begging you. I asked yo

Emily POVI got back to the kitchen only to see my mom just finishing her food.She gave me a smile as I walked in, and I returned it. I knew she was trying to reassure me with that smile, but I could tell she was just as scared as I was.My uncle and his family owned the island, and everyone respected them. No one would dare do anything to tarnish themselves in front of the owners.“Should we just go back to the States?” she asked as I sat down beside her.“But we have nowhere to go. You always said that to me.”“I’ll figure something out. Let’s just leave this place,” she said again.“If I may intrude, I have a friend back in the States. I’ll tell her about you two, and I know she’ll be willing to help,” Mrs. Wilburn said.“Oh, thank you so much, Erica. We’ll really need all the help we can get,” my mom said excitedly.“Okay, I’ll tell my husband about it. I’m sure he’ll help,” she said, quickly leaving the kitchen.“Everything will be fine, my dear,” my mom said, holding my hand.S

Denise POVI stepped out of the car and walked the short distance to Lucy’s rundown shack.As usual, she wasn’t home, and that alone irritated me. I stood outside waiting for her to return. Passersby stared at me, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to speak to Lucy.I waited nearly an hour. I was about to leave when I saw her approaching. She spotted me too late to run, so she walked toward me instead.“Let’s go inside and talk,” she muttered, leading the way. I followed her in.“So what brings you here again?” she asked, pouring herself a glass of water.“I want to talk to you about Rachael,” I said, pulling a gun from my bag.“That child again? From what I know, you already killed her… oh my God,” she stopped mid-sentence when she saw the gun pointed at her.“Why did you lie to me?” I yelled.“I… I didn’t lie to you,” she stammered, backing away.“This gun is silent. If I kill you right here, no one will ever know. If you don’t want to die, start talking,” I warned.“I… I did lie,”

Emily POV“Come on, have a seat,” Denise said, patting the chair beside her. “I just want to have a few words with you.”“I don’t think we have anything to say to each other, Denise,” I replied.“Now it’s no longer ‘Ma’am’?” she asked softly.“You haven’t done anything to deserve that title from me,” I said.“After regaining your memory, you’ve become more pompous.”“You’re right. I now know who my enemies are and who my friends are,” I said.“I hope you don’t think of me as a friend,” she replied.“Don’t worry. If I ever did, it would be the opposite.”“I do hope so,” she said with a thin smile. “Okay, back to our discussion. Why don’t you tell me what you remember?”“I’m sure your son must have already told you. Why are you here bothering me about it?”“I just want to know how much you know so I can fill in the things you don’t remember. For instance, how my son plotted with his father to get rid of you and your mother,” she said.“Want to know more, right? Then tell me what you kno