All Chapters of His Betrayal, His Regret: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Emerson’s POVI woke to a dull, pounding ache in my abdomen. The sensation dragged me out of a foggy, restless unconsciousness. My first instinct was to sit up, but the sharp sting in my side reminded me of the blade Lilith had plunged into me.Lilith. The memory slammed into me—her crazed smile, the sickening thud of her collapsing body, and Isabel’s worried cries. Isabel.Her name echoed in my mind, sharp and consuming. It drowned out everything else. A surge of panic shot through me, chasing away the pain that throbbed in my abdomen. The only thing that mattered now, was finding her.I stumbled out of my hospital room, my hand pressed to my side as if that alone could keep me upright. Each step was an effort. The fear coursing through my veins made me move faster than I should have.I reached her ward, my heart pounding in my ears. The sterile hallway stretched around me, a blur of white and fluorescent light. I knocked on the door with trembling hands, leaning heavily against the

Isabel’s POVThe first thing I felt was the dull ache in my body—a reminder of how fragile life had become. The second was the warmth of sunlight seeping through the blinds. And the third… voices. Faint, low, tense voices.My eyelids fluttered open.. The sterile white walls of the hospital room greeted me. Two figures stood beside my bed—Emerson and Robert. They were speaking in hushed tones. But their strained expressions said more than words ever could. I shifted slightly. The movement immediately caught their attention. Both men turned to me. Their faces reflected a mix of relief and concern.“You’re awake,” Robert said softly, moving closer. Emerson lingered, his arms crossed, his jaw tight.“What… happened?” I asked, my voice hoarse. My fingers instinctively went to my head, brushing over my scalp. No surgical bandages. A pang of worry shot through me. “Didn’t I… have the surgery?”Robert hesitated, exchanging a glance with Emerson. The air was thick with something unspoken, an

Isabel’s POVThe tension in the air was suffocating. Every day since Emerson discovered Lilith’s body had vanished, we lived in a state of constant vigilance. His paranoia bled into every corner of our lives, infecting even the briefest moments of calm.I sat near the window, watching the late afternoon sun filter through the blinds, its light fractured and fragmented—much like my thoughts. Across the room, Emerson was pacing furiously, his phone pressed to his ear. His voice, sharp and demanding, echoed off the walls.“Find out who took her,” he growled. “I don’t care how long it takes or what resources you need—just get me answers.”He paused to listen, his jaw tightening.“No clues? That’s not an excuse. If you fail, you know the consequences.” His tone dropped, cold and deadly.I winced, my stomach twisting at his words. When he finally ended the call and threw his phone onto the nearby table, the silence that followed felt heavier than his anger."You shouldn't take it out on yo

Isabel’s POV"You're right, Robert," Caleb said, his tone firm as he nodded in agreement with Robert’s stance. He turned to Emerson, his expression softening just a fraction. "Come on, cousin," he urged, his voice attempting to carry some calm into the increasingly tense atmosphere, "put your personal vendettas aside, just this once. Nothing is more important than saving Isabel's life."Emerson’s jaw clenched as if he were about to snap back with some retort, his temper flaring under the weight of his frustration. But then, after a brief moment, something seemed to shift in his expression. He took a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. He finally nodded in reluctant agreement."You're right," he muttered, his voice low but steady, "Thanks for sharing the information with us, Caleb."I could feel the tension in the room ease, just a little. Caleb let out a quiet sigh, as though some weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He turned to me, his gaze more vulnerable than I ha

Isabel’s POVCaleb's blush deepened, creeping up his neck and painting his ears crimson. He tried to wave off my question, his tone flippant. "What are you saying, sister? You know I’ve just said goodbye to my first love." He threw a pointed glance at Emerson as if that would somehow deflect attention from him. Emerson and I exchanged a knowing look. We both understood who Caleb meant… Me. The air in the room tightened, though only for a moment. Caleb’s confession for me was something neither of us had spoken of aloud since it had happened, and time had dulled the sting of it. Still, the weight of his words hung faintly between us, like a fading echo.Robert stood nearby, watching us with a detached curiosity. He was perceptive but hadn’t pieced together Caleb’s past feelings. Not that it mattered now. Caleb’s demeanor told me what he felt for Margot was different. There was a rawness to it. A vulnerability to him that hadn’t been there before. This wasn’t the same childlike infatu