All Chapters of Betrothed: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Racheal's POVToday was supposed to be just another ordinary day at work, but it quickly turned into a whirlwind of chaos. I had tried my best to keep my emotions in check, especially around Noah. He had been nothing but supportive, and I felt guilty for not showing my appreciation properly. But how could I express gratitude when inside I felt like I was crumbling?As I flipped through the latest report on the Houston project, I groaned in frustration. The numbers showed an increase in demand for our product, which should have been a cause for celebration. Yet, all I could focus on was the pit of dread forming in my stomach. I wanted Noah to say something, anything, about my mood. Just a simple acknowledgment would have sufficed, but he remained silent, probably sensing my turmoil. I wished he would pry me open and coax the truth out of me, but instead, I responded to his kindness with silence.Then, just as I thought I could momentarily escape my worries, Noah called. The news he del

Kelvin's POVI returned to the hospital to find my mom still lying helplessly in her bed. The sight only fueled my rage more. I knew I reeked of alcohol; the nurses shot me disapproving glares as if I were some kind of lunatic. But honestly, I couldn’t care less about my appearance. All I felt was an overwhelming urge to call Bella.Admitting it hurt, but I had developed a soft spot for her. She had a way of lifting my spirits when I was down, and now that she wasn’t here, it felt like a dagger to my heart. I had spent so long nurturing feelings for Racheal, only to realize that they had blossomed into something for Bella. I had admired Racheal, but it was nothing more than that.I couldn’t even go home. The house felt cold and empty without my mom. It hurt to think that she had chosen someone else over her son. I settled on the lounge chair in the hospital, allowing exhaustion to sweep over me. Just as I started to drift off, the doctor walked in, directing me to the room prepared fo

Noah's POVI groaned in frustration as I settled into my car, resting my head against the headrest. The events of the day weighed heavily on me. I stormed out of the house the moment Michela sent me a voice note, where Kim was crashing and splashing around, her distress palpable. It hurt to admit how far Kim had fallen into all these, and I felt nothing.Rachael had been acting strangely lately, and I decided to turn a blind eye, convincing myself it was due to Kim’s situation. I wasn’t ready to confront that yet. I knew how fierce and reckless Rachael could become if she decided to pick up the pieces again and lash out. I couldn’t let this opportunity of her being tied down in a marriage with Kelvin slip away. She needed to be monitored and kept under wraps.When I returned home, I found all the lights still on, which meant Racheal was still awake. I sighed, dreading how long and uncomfortable tonight would be if my instincts were right. My eyes fell on the mess in the living room—Ra

Kayla's POVI hated to admit that I needed to look good for tonight's date. I didn't know why I thought Racheal could save my face, but it wouldn’t hurt if we did it together. As I drove into the company parking garage, I parked diligently and strode toward the elevator to the president's floor—the topmost level. On my way, I passed a guy in a nose mask pushing a cleaning cart. I nodded at him, barely acknowledging his presence.I waved at Juliet, who tried to keep me rooted in place, but I brushed her off, not even waiting for her to put Racheal on the call. I clapped my hands, making a loud sound that echoed in the empty corridor. When Mike called my name, I was surprised to see his attention shift from his work."Wouldn't it be a little polite if you guys could get a room or probably lock the door?" I scolded, eyeing the scene before me."You know better than to just walk in without knocking. What happened to your manners?" he replied, a hint of irritation in his tone."And what

Noah's POVIt was still daylight, and the company was well-illuminated. Employees bustled in and out, ID cards swinging against their chests as they hurried to complete their tasks. I noticed their anxiety and nervousness, likely stemming from the last email Racheal sent.I was so lost in thought that I barely registered what Racheal and Rayla were saying until Juliet's name surfaced, agitating my well-being. I wished I could do more than I was currently doing. With each passing day, my wife left home, a quirky feeling crept in, knowing Juliet would be around her.Micheal hadn’t found anything substantial about her. She seemed too clean, too perfect. The only information he managed to get was a family picture showing she had a sister. They didn’t look much alike, except for the unique eye color they shared, which they inherited from their father. The photo was likely taken during Christmas, given the festive attire of the younger girl. It baffled me that we couldn’t dig deeper, but I