All Chapters of FIFTY MILLION DOLLAR OMEGA: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ella's POV."I did what was necessary," she corrected. "Jason wanted control over you. I simply showed him the easiest way to get it."My fingers curled into fists at my sides."You're insane.""I'm strategic," she countered without missing a beat.Then she studied me again; this time with seriousness in her eyes. "And I knew exactly how you would react."A flicker of unease passed through me, but I held her gaze."Don't flatter yourself," I said. "You don't know me that well."Dahlia laughed softly. "You think I don't?"She stepped even closer now, lowering her voice as if she were letting me in on a secret."I knew your precious Jason wouldn't take your mother off that list. His pride wouldn't allow it." She paused, watching my reaction carefully. "And I knew that would push you to do the one thing you always do..."I said nothing; but my silence didn't stop her."Stupidly sacrificing yourself," she finished, poking my chest with her nail.I flinched slightly and slapped her hand a

Third Person POV.Marcus lowered his head slightly. “I understand,” he said. “ I'm sorry sir.”There was a bit of silence between them.Then Marcus spoke again, quieter this time.“I just felt it was necessary. She’s seeing you in a way that… isn’t entirely accurate.” He paused. “Plus, you even accepted her nomination when you could have rejected it.”The VIP leaned back in his chair, glaring at him for a moment. “She would have hated me either way.”He picked up his glass and took a slow sip.“Besides,” he added calmly, “she’s entitled to whatever opinion she has of me. I have no interest in correcting it.”Marcus nodded once. “Understood.”“Don’t make such a move again,” the VIP instructed. Not harshly; but firm enough to end the matter completely.“I won’t, sir.”The VIP set his glass down and scrolled through his phone, keeping his expression unreadable and his eyes fixed on his phone.Then, almost casually…“So,” he prompted, “what did she say?”Marcus tried to hold it back.He

Ella's POV.My mom stepped closer, her hands trembling as they reached for mine. “Rhaella…” she pleaded softly. “What did you do?”I looked at her as my heart broke into a million pieces. "Mom…""Please, you're scaring me, Ella." Her voice cracked on the last word.Michael stayed silent, but his eyes never left my face. He was waiting.I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat."I…” My voice almost failed me. “I signed a nomination form.”The silence that followed crashed into the living room heavily.Michael straightened abruptly, disbelief flashing across his face. “You did what?” he demanded sharply. “Rhaella, have you completely lost your mind?!”Sylvia's mouth dropped open."Are you in such a hurry to get yourself killed?!” she burst out, throwing her hands up in frustration.I lifted my chin and turned to face them fully, forcing myself not to back down under their stares.“What was I supposed to do?” I shot back, my voice trembling with emotion. “Sit here while my mother

Ella's POV.My wolf immediately stirred in my chest.“What the hell is he doing here…? she muttered darkly inside my head.I frowned and folded my arms tightly across my chest, standing firmly in front of the door instead of going back inside. There was no way I was letting him walk in there and unsettle my mother again. Not tonight.Jason strode toward me in hurried steps. His expression looked composed, but the tension radiating off him was impossible to miss. Every movement felt restrained, like he was barely holding something back.Behind him, Bane stepped out from the driver's seat and remained beside the car, his arms folding behind him respectfully. Even from where I stood, I caught both the scent and sight of the blood on Bane’s lower lip. The streetlight lit his face just enough for me to see the damage clearly; his lip was busted badly, split right down the middle, with dried blood caked at the corner of his mouth and staining the collar of his shirt.My brows pulled togeth

Ella's POV.The moment we stepped into my room, Jason brushed past me and walked in before me. His hands stayed tucked into the pockets of his trousers as his eyes wandered lazily across my walls, my dresser, and my bed.I hated that smug, arrogant familiarity that lingered in his face, like he still had every right to be here. Like no matter what happened between us, he would always have the right to walk into my space whenever he pleased.I quietly shut the door behind me as I stepped inside fully. I said nothing, letting him feel comfortable and look around the room to his satisfaction.But while his back was turned and his attention drifted elsewhere, I slipped out my phone from my pocket and stopped the voice recorder I had started from the second he stepped out of his car.I knew the audio alone wasn't powerful enough to get him in trouble. He could deny everything and claim it was edited or faked.I needed something more; an incriminating proof that he was here. I needed someth