All Chapters of Beyond The Billionaire’s Betrayal: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Gabriel’s POVAfter we filed in from the queue, the door leading into the yard was locked, and we were all in the prison building.Not knowing where the mess hall was or what the mess hall was all about, I knew I must be there just as the system blared—or else? I didn’t want any problem for myself.I followed behind some prisoners who seemed not to have my time towards something that looked like a large room.All prisoners were going inside the room. They were all grabbing their seats. Each of them with their crew sat together.Stepping through the door to this large room, I saw that the mess hall was indeed a dining hall. It was a place all prisoners must gather in large numbers to eat.Hence, there were many wooden tables and benches in this room. One table had two benches by its sides, and each table was filled with prisoners, except one table at the last edge, which had no one sitting on it.I lowered my head, my heart racing from what Gomelo told me earlier. I knew since I steppe

Gabriel’s POVGemelo sank his protruding manhood right in my behind. The first attempt did not enter. But it was as painful as hell.The second attempt was even more painful. I opened my eyes and screamed.“Help me! Someone help!” but none of the onlooking inmates did anything. They just minded their business, took their bath, and left.The third attempt went right in. It was as if my hole was burst open to the extent that I even heard the snap sound.This was the most painful thing I ever experienced in my life. And it lasted for a few minutes but it felt as thought i lasted for eternity before they tossed me down to the latrine at the shower.My eyes were full of tears as they tossed me down. I even unknowingly touched the poop at the rim of the latrine where I tried to protect myself from knocking my head on the wall as they pushed me.I wept like a child. I have never imagined this would happen to me in all of my life. But here it did. And it didn’t seem like it was going to be t

Rebecca's POVThree days into his medications, and we were already seeing improvement. I could tell by the way his puffy eyes had gone down, and his sclera was now as clear as it should be.Micah also looked happier. He wasn’t binge eating anymore but instead eating at the right time, like a healthy person should.This reminded me of a proverb: you never find someone perfect; you help them become the perfect version of themselves. And I was glad that I had helped Micah reach that point. Now, it was time to nurture our love and let it soar even higher.Micah and I had planned this cinema date since the first time we met. There was a horror movie showing first, followed by Titanic.Micah was the kind of man who loved horror films, while I was a simple woman who preferred romance. Since we had different preferences, we decided to compromise—we would watch both movies together. That was what love was all about, right?Micah came to pick me up from home. He didn’t own a car, but I didn’t m

Gabriel’s POV“Bang!” A gunshot sounded immediately.My heart dropped instantly. The loudness of the shot was too loud. I didn’t know a gun was usually this loud when it didn’t have a silencer fixed on it.I shivered like my soul left my body. I was on the ground, and I raised my hands.I knew either one of the jailers or the inmate had shot against the inmate. My heart continued to pound. Was that how prisoners were killed like a fly here?I raised my shivering head a bit up and opened my eyes. I saw that the same way I fell to the ground and raised my hands, every other inmate had done the same.Everyone, including Luke and Gomelo, had surrendered. No one was tough enough at the hearing of the sudden gunshot.“To the mess hall, everyone!” The system blared immediately, and as such, none of us waited before we stood up to our feet.My heart was still beating, but I sure wasn’t the only one.When we all rose to our feet, we all tried to look around to see who got shot. But there was n

Rebecca’s POVMy eyes pour out in a meow of confusion. No matter how I thought about Micah’s statement, I did not come to understand it even when the words seemed to be so straightforward.“What do you mean?” I asked him as I placed my hands on his knees.He looked at me. His eyes had become so watery. However, it was at this moment my chef came back into the living room to bring him his juice.I knew he wouldn’t like to be seen in the way he was. So, before my chef walked halfway into the living room, I raised my hands up.She understood the silent order and returned back into the kitchen. Just then, Micah opened up to me.“I owe money, and they are after my life,” he said.Still, I didn’t understand where he was coming from. What did he mean by he owed money and they were after his life?The way Natasha spoke of him to me, he seemed like a person who wouldn’t encounter dangerous people in all of his life. He should be living a cool and peaceful life.“Who are they? And how did you st