Lahat ng Kabanata ng Billionaire's Abused Wife: Kabanata 231 - Kabanata 240

Four years passed… Noah finished his master's degree. Then he spent two years excelling in sports like taekwondo and martial arts, earning numerous medals. Yohan, insisting on him, got him an internship at Dixon Group. During these four years, Noah stayed overseas and didn't reach out or message Jemma. Jay used to text Jemma occasionally, not every day, as he was occupied managing his business and learning its ropes. His busy schedule left him with little time for calling or video chatting with Jemma like he used to. Jemma began to feel increasingly lonely. Once a cheerful girl, she gradually became quiet and withdrawn. It was midnight… Jemma scrolled through her phone, her thumb hovering over Noah's name. It had been ages since she'd heard from him. Her heart ached. She couldn't shake the feeling of being left behind, abandoned by someone she held so close to her heart. "Jimmy," she whispered, tracing the letters of his name on the screen. Memories flooded back—his infectious la

Bruno and Natalie were swaying together, locked in an affectionate dance. Jia sang a tune, and Sara cheered, clapping along with the music. The room exuded unexpected cheerfulness, throwing Noah off-guard. He stood, hugging himself, mesmerized by the joyful scene. Sara glimpsed him, halting her applause. "Hey, Sa Mom, why'd you stop clapping? Keep going!" Jia urged, noticing Sara's pause. Jia’s gaze shifted to the door, spotting Noah. Startled, Jia halted her singing. Bruno and Natalie turned, puzzled. "What's up, sweetheart? You were singing so nicely. Keep it up until Jimmy gets here. We've got to put on a sad face once he arrives," Natalie instructed. Bruno caught sight of Noah, freezing in his steps. Natalie squinted, noticing their odd reactions. "What's going on with you guys?" Natalie probed, turning back to find Noah standing there. She clamped her mouth shut, halting any further words. Noah stepped in and they all gathered in a line."So, you're all part of this act,"

In the late hours, shadows danced in the dimly lit room. The air was still. Jemma lay sprawled on her stomach across the bed, gripped in a book. Her tousled hair cascaded over the pillow, framing her face. Her slender figure was draped comfortably across the bed, one leg bent upward while the other stretched out leisurely. Dressed in comfortable nightwear, she seemed relaxed, yet there was a hint of tension in her posture. The soft glow of the bedside lamp lighted the contours of her features, highlighting her quiet expression. As the familiar knock echoed through the room, Jemma's heart raced, but she remained frozen in place. Noah entered, cradling a glass of milk. His eyes fell upon her, a vision of beauty resting on the bed, absorbed in a book. Silently, he set the milk on the desk near the bed and took a seat at the bed's edge, his back turned to her. There was a tangible tension, an unspoken distance between them, both lost in their thoughts, yet so close and yet so far in tha

It was late. Noah carefully tucked Jia into her bed and covered her with a blanket. Just then, Sara walked into the bedroom. Noah approached her, saying, "She's good, fast asleep. You should go rest, Mom." "This year, Yohan didn't give you any birthday gift. Take this as your gift," Sara said. "Mom..." Noah glanced at the papers in confusion. Sara passed them to Noah and explained, "Yohan signed these. Once you sign, everything will be yours." Noah squinted at the documents. "Mom, even you?" Sara looked down, feeling conflicted. "My gift is still pending, Jimmy. I... need to tell you something." "If you're here to tell me to take back the Brooklyn Group, then you've got it wrong," Noah interrupted firmly. "No, Jimmy. Whatever's going on with the Brooklyn Group is between you and Yohan. I don't want to be in the middle of that. But what I need to tell you is something..." Sara tried to explain. "Where's Uncle?" Noah interrupted her. "He's in the study," Sara replied. Noah g

Jemma came home from work, finding no one in the living room. She asked Nisha, "Has Aunt Sara come back yet?" Nisha replied, "No, she didn't go to work today." "Not gone? Why? Is she okay?" Jemma asked with concern. "Yeah, she's fine. But because Young Master had a fever last night, she was worried all day," Nisha explained. "Fever?!" "Yeah, he got so sick that he passed out at night, and Sir had to call the doctor at five in the morning," Nisha elaborated. Jemma furrowed her brow, "Why didn't Aunt tell me anything before I left for work?" "She didn't want to stress you out. Even Jia Baby doesn't know about it," Nisha clarified. "Where's Aunt now?" "She's in her bedroom," Nisha replied. "Alright." Jemma handed her bag to Nisha, saying, "Please put my bag in my room. I'll go check on her." With that, Jemma headed towards Sara's bedroom.As soon as she reached the door, she heard Noah’s