All Chapters of The Billionaire Deceptions : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

JACK I blinked, my mind struggling to process Sebastian's words. “Wait… what are you saying?” My voice came out weaker than I expected, almost as if I didn’t want to hear the answer.Sebastian's eyes softened as he leaned forward. “Jack, you weren’t really sick... you never had Asteron Syndrome. Your parents... they made you sick.”I shook my head, my pulse racing. “No. No, that doesn’t make sense,” I muttered, my breath catching in my throat. “What... what are you trying to say? That they... they killed my sister and…” My voice broke off as tears welled in my eyes, a sharp ache rising in my chest.Sebastian sighed, his expression pained as he continued. “That’s exactly what I’m saying, Jack. Your parents, they orchestrated everything. They injected you with the same thing that killed your sister. And your brother…I think he wasn’t just sick either. They did the same thing to him.”Tears started streaming down my face. “But why?” I choked out, feeling a mix of anger, confusion, an

VIVIAN I stood beside the doctor, watching him pack his things.“I’m done,” he said, straightening his tie and turning to face me. “Let’s head to the house.”"Yes, of course," I replied with a smile. "We’ll go together in my car."I led the way out of the office, and we walked toward the parking lot in silence. The cool evening air brushed against my skin, but inside, my nerves were tingling…everything had to go perfectly.I unlocked the car, slipping into the driver’s seat as the doctor settled beside me. The moment I shut the door, I saw him glance to his left….where Sebastian sat calmly in the passenger seat. The doctor froze as soon as he saw him, his mouth slightly open as if forming a question, but before he could say a word, Sebastian swiftly reached out, pulling a syringe from his jacket."What…." the doctor started, panic flashing in his eyes, but Sebastian was quicker. In a single, swift motion, he plunged the needle into the doctor’s arm, injecting the liquid into his

Mrs Anderson I leaned back in the armchair, my hands trembling as I reached for the glass of water on the side table. My body ached in ways it never had before, my chest tight, my energy depleted. It was as if my very life was draining away, piece by piece.It had been months since I started feeling this way…months of unexplained fatigue, dizziness, and sharp pains that came out of nowhere. I had tried to convince myself it was nothing, just a sign of aging, but deep down, I knew something was wrong. Something far worse.Business wasn’t going well either. Of all the wealth and assets we had carefully built, only the original four companies remained profitable. Everything else... it was falling apart. Investors pulling out, partners abandoning us, deals crumbling before our eyes.My husband was faring no better. He had become irritable, plagued by constant headaches and chest pains, but like me, he tried to dismiss it, burying himself in what was left of our failing empire. We h

VIVIAN As soon as the door to the room clicked shut, I let out a long breath, sinking onto the bed, my swollen belly feeling like it weighed me down more than usual. Jack leaned against the door, his face cracking into a wide grin."Well, that was something," he whispered, his voice low as he walked over to me.I couldn’t help but laugh, the tension we had carried all day finally dissolving in the privacy of our room. "Tell me about it," I replied, shaking my head. "I didn’t know you were such a good actor, pulling out that blood-soaked handkerchief like you were actually dying."Jack smirked, sitting down beside me and brushing a hair from my face. "Me? I wasn’t the one who had tears streaming down my face, convincing everyone I was terrified for my life. You nearly had me convinced."I laughed harder this time, placing a hand on my stomach, feeling the baby shift inside me. "I surprised myself, to be honest. I didn’t know I could turn on the waterworks like that. The trick is to

VIVIAN I followed Jack out of the room, my heart beating so fast as we made our way down the hallway to his parents’ bedroom. The weight of my swollen belly slowed me down, but the urgency in Jack’s stride kept me moving."Why would she be calling from inside the house?" Jack muttered under his breath, his brow furrowed in confusion.We reached the door to his parents’ room, but it was silent. Jack pushed it open, revealing an empty space. The bed was neatly made, and everything was in its place, but there was no sign of his parents.“Mom? Dad?” Jack called out, his voice echoing.No answer.I glanced around, a sense of unease crawling up my spine. "Jack… where are they?"Just as Jack was about to speak, we heard a faint voice coming from behind the bathroom door. His mother's voice, weak and strained. “Jack… we’re in here. Help us…”Jack’s eyes darted to me, his expression filled with worry. We moved closer to the bathroom door, and Jack knocked softly. “Mom? What happened? Why