All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Twisted Love: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

ARIANA'S POV “Get down!” Rob yelled, pushing me behind a nearby car. I could feel his fear matching my own. My breathing was ragged, my heart pounding in my chest.“Rob, what’s happening? Why did this happen?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper, trembling with fear.He held me tightly, his own fear evident in his eyes. “I don’t know, but we need to stay hidden until I can figure it out.”We crouched behind the car, and I watched as Rob fumbled for his phone, his hands shaking. He dial

 ROBERT'S POV  My mind was reeling from Ariana's revelation. Odette. It was Odette all along. Hearing the confirmation from Ariana’s lips, seeing the horror in her eyes, made everything painfully real. We had suspected her involvement, but this...this was worse than I imagined. While I was relieved that Ariana was beginning to recover her memories, a part of me worried about what else she might remember. What if it changed everything for us? What if the memories that came flooding back were too painful, too overwhelming for her to bear? Would she retreat into herself? And then there was the fear, gnawing at the edges of my mind, that she might remember something about us—about me—that would change how she saw me, how she felt about us.  

ARIANA'S POV I stood in the kitchen, my eyes fixed on my mother in disbelief. Her tone was so casual. The way she said the "I know" was so flippant that it made my stomach churn. What kind of a woman was Margaret Vanderbilt? Why wasn't she flustered? Her calm demeanor was like a slap in the face."Mother, how can you be so calm?" I asked, my voice shaking with anger and confusion. "Robert just said my father killed someone! Doesn't that mean anything to you?"She waved her hand dismissively, her expression unchanging. She walked past us and opened the refrigerator, taking out a bottle of water and pouring herself a glass of water."It was a long time ago, Ariana. It doesn't matter now." She then stood looking at us, defiance in her eyes.My anger surged. "How can you say that? Murder is a terrible crime! How can you just ignore it?" I took a step closer to her, my voice rising. I hated that she was being so callous. I had almost lost my own life. Every night I suffered nightmares an

ARIANA'S POVI stormed out of Sylvia's office, my mind consumed with rage. How dare she? Sylvia obviously thought this was all fun and games, more concerned with outmaneuvering Odette than anything else. She seemed to think I could just flip my memory on and off like a switch, with the way she was demanding recollections as if they were her right. My vision blurred with anger as I slammed the door behind me.And why hadn't Rob come after me? Did the company matter more to him than I did? That thought pierced my heart, adding fuel to the inferno inside me. I pushed through the building's doors and burst onto the street, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps.I walked quickly, not caring where I was going, just needing to put distance between myself and the endless talk of Odette, Vanderbilt Holdings, and all the twisted memories of my family. The city around me blurred into a haze of faces and cars, the noise of traffic blending into a single, overwhelming roar. My thoughts were a wh

ARIANA'S POV I stood there, trying to steady my trembling body as I looked at the man before me. Reginald Thornton-Frost. I knew that name, but from where? My mind raced, struggling to dredge up the memory. Before I could speak, one of the men shoved me roughly. Pain shot through my entire body as his tight grip dug into my arms, forcing a scream from my lips.“Ariana,” the man barked, “answer!”The sharp pain in my head returned, a searing bolt that brought flashes of memory. A restaurant. My mother talking to a man. I saw myself walking over to confront them. I remembered feeling angry that my mother was cheating on my father. It was the day I learnt that we needed “saving”. The day everything started to fall apart.“Ariana, this is Reginald Thornton-Frost of Thornton-Frost Industries.”Snapping back to the present, I gasped. “You’re my mother’s friend,” I stammered, the recognition dawning painfully.Reginald chuckled, a mirthless sound that echoed through the small, oppressive ro