All Chapters of SOLD TO THE ARROGANT BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

JAXON'S POV{IN SPAIN }[AT THE SHAWN RESIDENCE]"What is the article about again?" Miss Veronica asked, bringing in some more tea."We are doing a biography of Clara about her struggles. She has inspired millions of young women around the world, and we thought, why not ask the person who gave birth to her if you are comfortable," I explained as she nodded and slumped into a couch."Please help yourself to some ginger tea," she gestured, and we accepted."So, Miss Veronica, what was Clara's passion?" I asked, pressing the play button on my recorder."She always wanted to help people. She was cheerful and saw the best in others, even the bad seeds, something I never understood. And she wanted to make her father proud and follow in her sister's footsteps," she replied."Clara had a sister?" I asked as Rhett took down some notes."Yes, her name was Valentina Shawn. She died of a weak heart when she was seventeen. That's why Clara chose to be a doctor, hoping to save more lives," Miss Ver

WILLOW'S POVI fell down on my knees before Princess Sam as my mask peeled off from my face."Who are you?" she asked."I'm Willow... And we need something from you," I said as she glared at me and then back at Stella."I don't buy any of it. I know my uncle sent you to kill me, like he killed Raelynn," she said as a tear slid down her cheek."Well, we tried. Maybe we can find another clue. Willow, let's go. I'm not playing this game with a sixteen-year-old," Stella persisted, pulling me up as I jerked away from her grip."Can you hear yourself? She just admitted she's the princess. She can help us," I said as Stella rolled her eyes. She's definitely the queen of eye rolls."Why should I help you two? By the looks of it, you both are probably in your late thirties under heavy plastic surgery," Sam spat, while I held Stella back from giving Sam the beating of her lifetime."For your information, I'm 23, and this is my real face," Stella pouted as I pushed her out of the way."Look, I'm

JAXON'S POV"it was Fredrick Shawn, my husband he's responsible for Clara's pregnancy." She said as she broke into a sob.I couldn't help but feel pity over the poor woman watching her husband abuse their own daughter then having nothing but Loathe for Clara."It's okay Miss Veronica, how did it happen? " I asked handing her a tissue."Valentina was posted to Have her surgery in Ukraine, Clara hit puberty and was growing in places her father lusted. He queried me to leave with Valentina or else he would Hold me responsible if Valentina Died. I did what I was told." She paused reflecting on the choice she made. "I wanted to carry Clara along but her father refused. If only I knew what he had in mind, my baby wouldn't have passed through that painful emotional trauma. To think your own father would defile you that destroyed every logical reason for Clara." She fell to her knees again in tears. I felt disgusted at the dog of a father but then felt sympathy for the mother and daughter who

WILLOW'S POVStella nodded, her expression tense with the weight of fear pressing down on her. I could see it in her clenched hands gripping the wheel, her breath coming in gasps, hitched with anxiety."But I can't pull over. We might get killed before we make a stop," Stella cried out in desperation."We don't need to stop. We can switch right now," I suggested, trying to calm her nerves."Are you crazy? We could die... Just pull over. I'd rather die in their hands," Sam blurted out, but Allison quickly silenced her with a slap over her lips. It might have been rude, but I appreciated Allison for doing that."Stella, listen to Willow. Trust her," Allison muttered in a soothing voice, sharing an assuring smile good enough to convince Stella."Okay, let's do this," Stella said, getting her head back on the road. She took hold of my hand and placed it on the wheel, her own hands still gripping it tightly. She carefully got up, signaling for me to do the Same. Her legs stretched to my si

TRISTAN'S POV "What do you mean dead, Tina? This isn't funny," I exclaimed, unable to comprehend the gravity of her words. Doubt gnawed at me; perhaps Tina was playing a twisted joke to grab my attention."I don't have time to explain. You have to see it for yourself... If you can't believe me, come see it for yourself," Tina's voice urged urgently through the phone. Frustrated and disbelieving, I slammed the phone down, ending the call.Desperation compelled me to redial Willow's number, hoping for a different outcome, but the automated message persisted: "This number isn't recoverable at the moment." It felt like a chilling confirmation, as if Willow were unreachable, lost, or worse.With a heavy heart, I realized I had to investigate what Tina was talking about. Maybe, just maybe, there was a glimmer of hope that Willow might still be okay. Markus POV "Arrgh...." I slapped the files away from my table as sweat dripped slowly down my face. I took off my unbuttoned shirt, letting