All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE LAST CHANCE : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Alexander sat in his study, the events of the past few days swirling in his mind like a hurricane. The scandal surrounding his wife, Amelia, had rocked his world to its core. The images that had surfaced on the internet haunted him, and the accusations against Amelia had put a strain on their marriage that he wasn't sure they could survive. But one thing was certain: he had to get to the bottom of this. He had to find out who was behind this calculated attack on his family. With a deep breath, Alexander picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he found the number he was looking for. Investigator Lucas was one of the best in the business, known for his discretion and efficiency. If anyone could uncover the truth, it was Lucas. He pressed the call button and listened as the phone rang. After a few moments, a familiar voice answered. "Hello, Investigator Lucas speaking," the voice on the other end said, calm and professional. "Good morning, Lucas. It's Alexander,"

Chloe’s face paled as she realized where this was heading. “What does this have to do with me?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. Lucas turned to face Chloe, his gaze cold and unyielding. “The blogger revealed that you were behind the entire scheme. You paid them to post the photos and create the scandal.” The room fell silent. Chloe’s mouth opened and closed as she struggled to find words. “This is ridiculous!” Chloe finally burst out, her voice shrill with panic. “I would never do something like that! Alex, you can’t seriously believe this—this lie!” Alexander’s expression remained stone-cold, his eyes boring into Chloe’s with a fury that sent a shiver down her spine. He took a step closer, and Chloe instinctively backed away, her earlier bravado completely shattered. “Enough, Chloe,” Alexander said, his voice deadly quiet. “I’ve had enough of your lies and manipulations. Investigator Lucas has no reason to lie, and neither does the blogger. You orchestrated this enti

It had been a month since Chloe’s arrest, but the scandal surrounding her imprisonment had remained a well-guarded secret. Alexander had used his wealth and influence to ensure that the details of the case were kept out of the press. The media, always eager to exploit any hint of drama surrounding the wealthy and powerful, had been left in the dark. Chloe’s name had been conspicuously absent from the tabloids, and no one outside a select few knew that she was behind bars. This secrecy was part of Alexander’s meticulous plan to protect Amelia from the public eye. He didn’t want the details of Chloe’s vengeful actions or Amelia’s traumatic experience to become gossip fodder. Yet despite the quieting storm outside, Amelia’s world had been far from peaceful. Over the past month, she had been struggling with an unsettling feeling in her body, a constant fatigue that no amount of sleep could seem to alleviate. She felt bouts of dizziness, and the nausea that gripped her some mornings was h

As Jackson scampered off, Amelia’s smile faded. Her thoughts returned to the stranger Jackson had mentioned. She couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that settled in her gut. A man following Jackson from school? And now, Jackson was scared to the point of crying about it.Amelia knew she had to talk to Alexander immediately. This wasn’t something they could ignore. She rose from the couch, her mind racing with questions. Who was this man? What did he want? Could it have something to do with Chloe’s arrest? The possibilities made her anxious, but one thing was clear—Jackson’s safety came first.Amelia headed toward Alexander’s study, determined to find answers and protect her stepson at all costs.Amelia hurried to Alexander’s study, her heart racing as she replayed Jackson’s words in her mind. There was something unsettling about the way her stepson had described the man who approached him after school. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. The moment she entered th

Jackson sniffled, looking up at Miss Lily, who smiled softly at him. "I don’t want you to go," he whimpered. "What if you don’t come back?" Amelia’s heart ached at his words. She reached out and hugged him tightly. "I promise you, Jackson, we will come back. And when we do, we’ll have lots of fun stories to tell you. Maybe we can even bring you something special from France." She tried to sound cheerful, though she could feel her own emotions rising. Jackson pulled back slightly, his lip quivering. "Like what?" he asked, his voice small and tentative. "How about a little Eiffel Tower replica?" Amelia suggested, knowing how much Jackson loved building things. "We could get one for your room, and every time you look at it, you’ll remember that we’re always thinking about you." Jackson considered this for a moment, his tear-filled eyes showing a hint of interest. "Okay," he mumbled, wiping his nose on his sleeve. "But you promise you’ll come back?" Amelia kissed his forehead. "