LOGINShare
Chapter 412 - Whirlwind of Worries
Last Updated:
2025-02-14 10:11:35
Related chapters
His Betrayal, His Regret Chapter 413 - Hypnotic Revelations
Isabel’s POVThe morning light cast a soft glow on my room. I sat up, my limbs heavy from days spent in bed. My mind was still clouded with fragments of confusion and dread. I needed to shake this off. A long shower seemed like the best place to start.As the warm water cascaded over me, I felt the tension in my shoulders slowly unravel. I scrubbed away the sweat and exhaustion, hoping to wash away the uncertainty as well. But even as the steam enveloped me, I couldn’t escape the lingering unease in the pit of my stomach. The memory of the reporters, the Lilith-Lila confusion, the eerie feeling that someone was orchestrating my downfall—it all remained just beneath the surface.When I finally stepped out, I wrapped myself in a fresh towel. I took a deep breath. This was a step forward. No more hiding.Downstairs, the moment my feet touched the floor, a blur of movement shot toward me. "Mommy!" Elena and Liam's voices rang out in unison before their small arms wrapped around me.El
Last Updated : 2025-02-14His Betrayal, His Regret Chapter 414 - Candle Conundrum
Isabel’s POV“Oh, you’re back! How are you feeling, ma’am?”Marianne’s warm voice greeted us the moment we stepped inside the villa. She stood in the foyer, her hands clasped neatly in front of her apron, her eyes filled with familiar concern. Normally, I would have felt comforted by her presence—Marianne had worked for this family for years, and I had always trusted her like a second mother. But now, that trust was riddled with cracks.Emerson and I exchanged a look. There was something heavy in the air between us. An unspoken understanding that everything had changed.“I’m... okay,” I said, though my voice felt hollow. “Thanks.”Marianne smiled, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes—uncertainty, perhaps? Or was I just imagining it? “I was just about to go out to buy groceries, but Michael disagreed. Did something happen?” she asked.I hesitated. Emerson didn’t.“Marianne, we need to ask you about the scented candles you’ve been bringing into the house.” His tone was fir
Last Updated : 2025-02-15His Betrayal, His Regret Chapter 415 - Shadows in the Flame
Isabel’s POV“We’ve got to get hold of those candles.” Emerson’s voice was firm, his expression grim. He turned to Michael. “Stop the garbage truck before it leaves the estate. Make sure we recover any candles that were thrown away.”Michael nodded and pulled out his phone, issuing rapid instructions to his team. Meanwhile, Emerson was already making another call, his voice clipped and urgent. “I need a rushed toxicology report. Priority level one. Have your team ready to test a sample as soon as we retrieve it.”I clenched my hands into fists, my nails digging into my palms. A cold dread curled in my stomach. If our suspicions were true, if those candles had truly been poisoning me for weeks… Lila had been doing this right under my nose. Right under Emerson’s nose. How?More importantly—why?“I can’t believe this,” I muttered, shaking my head as a shudder ran through me. “It means she had planned this all along. She wasn’t just lurking, waiting for a moment of opportunity—she was a
Last Updated : 2025-02-15His Betrayal, His Regret Chapter 416 - Shackles of Pain
Sebastian/Elias’s POV“Ugh,” I groaned, my voice raw and low with sleepless surrender. A sliver of sunlight slipped through a crack in the wall. A thin, mocking reminder that another morning had arrived.The cold bit into my skin like the sharp edge of a blade. The pain of the chains holding my arms overhead was relentless. They had cut into my wrists until the skin had been rubbed raw. Blood had dried and cracked along my forearms. The dull ache merged with the bruises and gashes that covered my body. I no longer knew how long I had been here. Days? Weeks? It could have been months.Time stretched endlessly in the dim chamber, swallowed by the darkness that pressed in from all sides.My last clear memory before waking in this hellhole was the mission. A simple retrieval, or so I had thought. I had been careful, thorough—yet somehow, I had walked right into an ambush. A sharp pain at the base of my skull told me they had knocked me out. I had awoken in chains. Disoriented, aching,
Last Updated : 2025-02-15His Betrayal, His Regret Chapter 417 - The Stench of Sin
Sebastian/Elias’s POVThe air in the dimly lit chamber grew thick with tension as Alistair Montrose stepped even closer. His breath reeked of cigars and an attempt at mint to mask the stench, but it only made it worse. A nauseating mix of indulgence and decay. The closer he got, the stronger the sickening combination became, making my empty stomach churn.I yanked against the chains binding my wrists, the metal digging deeper into my raw skin. My muscles screamed in protest. But I refused to stay still, to give him the satisfaction of seeing me accept my fate. I met his gaze with unflinching defiance."Calm down, young man," Alistair cooed, mockingly, as if soothing a wayward child. His voice dripped with condescension, his lips curling into a cruel smirk. "What’s wrong? Are you not satisfied with my… hospitality?"My blood boiled. The sound of his voice alone ignited a fresh wave of fury inside me. I gathered the metallic tang of blood in my mouth and spat. A dark satisfaction cu
Last Updated : 2025-02-16His Betrayal, His Regret Chapter 418 - Hanging On
Isabel’s POVThe fog had finally lifted.After days of treatment under the guidance of medical experts, the poison’s grip on my mind had loosened. My thoughts were clearer. My body, once sluggish and foreign, was finally my own again. Emerson had been a pillar through it all. His quiet elation was evident in the way his gaze lingered on me. In the way his fingers often ‘accidentally’ brushed against mine. As if to reassure himself that I was still here—still me.I still couldn’t bring myself to truly look in the mirror—not after the last time, when the reflection staring back at me had been a hollow, broken version of myself. But as I moved past, my eyes flickered to the glass, catching a glimpse. For the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t just see the damage—the dark circles, the lingering weariness in my expression. No, beneath all that, there was something else. A spark. A glimmer of the woman I used to be. The one who had returned to Rivermont not as a victim, but a
Last Updated : 2025-02-16His Betrayal, His Regret Chapter 419 - Unlikely Savior
Isabel’s POVTime seemed to slow as I sprinted toward the house, my heart hammering against my ribs. The image of Elena dangling from the second-floor window was seared into my mind, an unbearable nightmare unfolding in real time. My arms were outstretched, ready to catch her if she fell. But a sudden movement at the window made me freeze.Margot.She was there, gripping Elena tightly. Her entire body strained as she pulled the little girl with all her might. My breath hitched. Margot? How? What was she doing here? And how had Elena even ended up in such a dangerous position? The questions swirled in my mind, but there was no time for answers. All that mattered was that Margot had a firm hold on my darling niece.A final tug, and then—a heavy thud. They had landed safely on the floor. Relief flooded me. But I didn't allow myself to hesitate any longer. I turned on my heel and bolted up the stairs, my legs burning as I took two steps at a time. Emerson was already ahead of me, his
Last Updated : 2025-02-16His Betrayal, His Regret Chapter 420 - Second Chances
Isabel’s POVI turned to Margot, still catching my breath from the sheer adrenaline moments ago. The weight of what had just happened pressed down on me. Elena could have fallen. She could have—I shook the thought away, instead focusing on Margot.“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice softer than I expected.Margot sighed, rubbing her temples. “It’s a long story,” she admitted, then gave a small, almost shy smile. “One that might actually make you happy.”I raised a brow, intrigued despite the lingering fear curling in my stomach.Margot exhaled deeply, her fingers tracing over Elena’s curls absentmindedly. “I found out Caleb was the one who provided me with the best medical resources after… everything that happened.” She gestured vaguely, referring to the months of struggle, of pain, of uncertainty. “I didn’t even know. He never told me.”My heart clenched at the sincerity in her voice. Caleb had done so much for her in silence, expecting nothing in return. That was just who
Last Updated : 2025-02-17
Latest chapter
His Betrayal, His Regret Chapter 445 - A Touch of Forever
Isabel’s POVDays passed, stretching into an unspoken eternity, and Emerson’s condition could no longer be kept from Liam and Elena.One afternoon, I was sitting by Emerson’s bed, my hand gently brushing his, when the door to the hospital room creaked open. My heart skipped a beat."Liam, Elena, what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice thick with emotion. I hadn’t expected them today, and the sight of their small faces brought a surge of overwhelming love and guilt.Eric stood behind them, his expression apologetic, his eyes soft with understanding. “They begged me, Isabel. They wouldn’t stop asking to see him... I couldn’t say no anymore.”Liam’s face was drawn, his usual bright energy dimmed with concern. Elena clung to her brother, her eyes wide with fear as they both hesitated in the doorway.Before I could say anything else, another figure appeared behind them, stepping into the room. My heart stopped for a moment as I looked up to see Emerson’s mother, Estelle, walking towards
His Betrayal, His Regret Chapter 444 - Change of Heart
Isabel’s POVA month had passed. One whole month, and still, no sign of life from Emerson. The machines beside his bed beeped steadily. A monotonous rhythm that I had come to know too well. A rhythm that seemed to mock the stillness of his body. I sat by his side every day, watching him, praying for some miracle—some sign that he was still there, still fighting. But each time I whispered his name, there was nothing. Nothing but the soft hum of hospital machinery.“Emerson,” I whispered, my voice trembling despite my attempts to sound steady. “Don’t you want to be with me? If you wake up, I promise we can live happily as a family of four.”I meant it, every word of it. The thought of a future with him, of raising our children together, was the only thing that kept me going. I needed him to hear me. I needed him to wake up.But Emerson remained unresponsive.He looked like a prince charming, trapped in an eternal dream—strangely peaceful. I combed his dark hair back neatly after gently
His Betrayal, His Regret Chapter 443 - The Last Bullet
Isabel’s POVThe world blurred—shouts, chaos, the metallic scent of blood thick in my nostrils. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I clung to Emerson, his labored breaths hot against my skin.I didn’t dare move. The slick warmth of his blood drenching me was unnerving. His chest rose and fell in erratic, shallow breaths. But then, amid the cacophony of battle, a stunned silence emerged. Orders were shouted. Weapons clicked into position. Something had changed. I forced myself to glance up from Emerson’s chest, my pulse hammering.Alistair stood frozen, his face contorted in pain. Blood dripped from his hand—the very hand that had been pointing a gun at me just seconds before. His grip slackened, and the weapon tumbled to the ground.A sniper.Alistair’s men immediately scattered, taking defensive positions, frantically searching the area. But before they could react, several of them suddenly dropped to the ground.They were convulsing violently, frothing at the mouth. One by one, the
His Betrayal, His Regret Chapter 442 - Die For You
Isabel’s POVMy wrists ached from the tight ropes binding my hands behind my back as I was shoved forward. The rough ground beneath my boots felt unsteady, my knees weak with exhaustion. The air smelled of blood, gunpowder, and sweat. The night was still alive with distant gunfire, but here, in the heart of the enemy’s grasp, there was only the sound of my ragged breathing and Alistair’s mocking laughter.“Stop resisting, Emerson,” he drawled, his voice filled with smug amusement. “You’re in over your head. Oh—look who finally decided to join us.”Emerson was holding back several opponents, bruised and bloodied from the fight. His head snapped up at Alistair’s words.He turned, and when his eyes landed on me, something in his face shifted. Shock, then rage, then a devastating kind of fear. He lunged forward, but a guard was faster. A rifle butt slammed into Emerson’s ribs. The sickening crack echoed in the night, and he crumpled to the ground, gasping for air."Emerson!" I screamed,
His Betrayal, His Regret Chapter 441 - Hunted in the Night
Isabel’s POVAt first, Emerson and I managed to escape the building, slipping into the shadows like ghosts. The night was thick around us, swallowing our hurried footsteps as we navigated through the wreckage of Alistair’s camp. The distant gunfire and shouts of battle echoed behind us. But just as we reached the edge of the compound, the world seemed to shift.From the darkness, figures emerged—silent and predatory, their weapons gleaming under the pale moonlight. They moved like shadows given form, their presence an unspoken promise of violence. My breath caught in my throat as a dozen, no, more than two dozen enemies surrounded us, blocking every escape route. The sheer hatred in their eyes sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. These weren’t just guards; they were fanatics, men who thrived in the chaos of bloodshed and terror.Emerson moved instinctively, stepping in front of me, gun raised. “Stay close,” he murmured, barely audible over the wind. I nodded, steadying my grip
His Betrayal, His Regret Chapter 440 - Bloodlines of Betrayal
Sebastian/Elias’ POVScarlet’s scream echoed through the dimly lit room, raw with disbelief and fury. “You’re lying!” she spat, her eyes blazing with denial. The restraints binding her wrists rattled as she struggled, but I didn’t move to stop her. There was no point—her fight wasn’t with me. It was with the truth.I let out a slow breath, pulling a small, timeworn pocket watch from my coat. The silver casing had dulled over the years, but the engraved initials remained clear. I clicked it open and held it out to her, revealing a faded family photograph inside.“My father gave this to me before he died,” I said evenly, my voice softer than before. “He cared about you, Scarlet. No matter what you believe, you were never forgotten.”Her breath hitched. For a moment, the fire in her eyes flickered, replaced by something rawer—uncertainty. “How could it be?” she murmured, barely more than a whisper.All the pieces had finally clicked into place as Scarlet unraveled her story. The tangled
His Betrayal, His Regret Chapter 439 - From Pain to Power
Scarlet’s POVTelling my story, I was flung back into the past. Lost in the grip of memories that had never truly left me. The present moment faded, and I found myself reliving those painful years. As vivid and raw as the day they had happened.I had been young, hopeful, foolish. Despite the years of neglect, I had still wanted my parents' love. But when I overheard them denying my very existence, something inside me snapped.Disheartened, I had returned to the countryside, burying myself in my studies. Medicine became my refuge, my salvation. I dedicated myself to understanding the human body—not just how to heal it, but how to manipulate it, how to break it. My hands, once weak and trembling from years of frustration, became steady, precise instruments of control.The first time I killed a lab mouse, something dark and exhilarating bloomed inside me. Power. The ability to decide whether something lived or died. The ability to take control of what had always been out of my grasp.
His Betrayal, His Regret Chapter 438 - Lingering Shadow
Elias’ POVI watched from the shadows as Isabel and Emerson disappeared into the night, their figures swallowed by the chaos of battle outside. I clenched my fists and tried to push down the sharp, aching weight that settled in my gut.Maybe it had been foolish to think I ever stood a chance with Isabel. Emerson had always been the one she turned to in the end. The one she trusted in the heat of battle. The one she looked at with that fierce determination in her eyes. And me? I was just a shadow lingering on the edges of her world, never quite stepping into the light.A slow clap echoed through the dimly lit room."Are you just going to let them go?" Scarlet’s voice slithered through the shadows like a snake.I turned away from the exit, my expression unreadable as I faced the woman bound to the chair before me. Her wrists were tied behind her back, her face partially obscured by strands of disheveled hair. Even restrained, she exuded a sickening confidence, her smirk unwavering.I m
His Betrayal, His Regret Chapter 437 - In Combat
Isabel’s POVI had to stop Margot.There was no time to think, no time to call for backup—just raw instinct and the desperate need to prevent her from making a terrible mistake. My boots pounded against the forest floor as I sprinted after her, weaving through the pine trees in pursuit. I knew why she was doing this. I understood the desperate, reckless pull of wanting to save someone you love. But charging straight into enemy territory? Alone? It was suicide.“No!” I hissed under my breath, pushing my legs harder.Margot moved swiftly, her figure barely a shadow in the dim light. She reached the edge of the enemy’s perimeter and, without hesitation, hoisted herself up onto a low window ledge. She pulled her body through with practiced agility. She was inside before I could even call her name.Damn it.I skidded to a halt near the building, pressing myself against the rough exterior. The compound was crawling with patrols. My heart pounded as I scanned the area, calculating the be
