All Chapters of BEYOND BETRAYAL-THE REVENGE OF THE BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Miguel POV I had imagined my wedding to be divine, something true and not a means to cover up a sin.i wanted a wedding that I could look back to and smile at every moment because the person I was marrying was someone I was madly in love with. I had imagined all that for myself but here I was staring into a space and not feeling the least enthusiastic about my wedding that would be starting in the next few minutes. " Why aren't you done yet?" My dad shouted as he barged into my room, my mother following closely behind. I sat still remaining calm and not flinching. " It's few minutes to the church service and you are sitted here sulking like it would solve this situation." I ignored him still staring into a space. He stormed out of the room. He probably got frustrated with the nonchalant attitude I was displaying. My mum picked up my tie from the dresser before walking to me. " I know this isn't what you want but I need you to know there's a reason why." My mum said in a calm voice.

Isabel POV The world seemed to get hot as I stared at the man that was leaning on my car. I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me that way saving me from engaging in this conversation. I visible gulped as I saw his smirk even in the night darkness. It was the same cocky and arrogant smirk that I thought I had left behind in the darkest part of my memory. " Hello Mi Amor." He said again, this time he took few steps towards me while I took few steps backwards. " You know that guy?" Jamin asked beside me still obviously operating on the alcohol he had in his system.I ignored him. My eyes wete focusex and trained solely on Alex, whose piercing blue eyes had not left mine. The same gaze that once made me feel butterflies and feel loved. Right now that same gaze makes me feel small, unworthy, and terrified. My heart pounded against my chest rapidly as memories I had buried long ago clawed their way to the surface of my mind. He was a vivid representation of my past, the path

Miguel POVMy eyes fluttered open and the sun ray that filtered through the window made me shut my eyes immediately. Gradually I tried opening it again and this time my eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room. I pulled myself to sit up on the couch, as I stretched my limbs, trying to shake off the heavy feeling that had all but settled in my chest. My eyes roamed around the room before landing on a sleeping figure on the bed. The mixture of frustration and guilt filled my mind as my gaze remained on her. I was frustrated that I was made to enter this loveless marriage and guilty that I betrayed the love of my life, Isabel. Just the thought of her stirred up something in me, it came with many memories that made me smile. I had married to save myself from the shame of my past. I picked up my phone and checked the time. It was almost nine o'clock AM. I had to be at work before eleven, I had a meeting with some foreign investors. I strolled to the bathroom to get prepared. After ta

Isabel POVThe air was thick with tension as I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the black box I had just retrieved from my drawer. My hands trembled as I opened the box, revealing its contents: a stack of aged documents, a faded photograph of my mother holding a baby—but not me—and a small, ornate key. My mind raced. If the box held secrets about my family, then the key must open something important. But what?Before I could go further, my phone buzzed. Jamin’s name flashed on the screen. I hesitated before answering.“Isabel, we need to talk, its important.” he said, his voice low and serious.“Talk about what, Jamin?” I replied, trying to mask the unease in my voice.“Not over the phone. Meet me at the diner near Greenfield Park in an hour.”“I… I am not your…”He hung up before I could argue. A sinking feeling settled in my stomach as I glanced at the photograph again. Who was the baby in my mother’s arms? And why had Jamin suddenly become so cryptic?Miguel POVThe conferenc

Isabel POVI’ve always heard that silence can be deafening, but I never truly understood it until now. The quiet in Miguel’s penthouse was suffocating, broken only by the distant hum of the city below. Miguel leaned against the window, his back to me, staring out at the glittering skyline as if searching for answers among the lights. Alex was perched on the armrest of a chair, while I sat on the couch, clutching the small key in my hands.My mind spun with questions I couldn’t answer, doubts I couldn’t silence, and fear I couldn’t shake. “We need to move,” Miguel said finally, his voice breaking the tense silence. “Gideon’s not going to stop. If we wait, we’re giving him the upper hand.”“Move where?” I asked, my voice steadier than I felt.Miguel turned to face me. “Wherever that key takes us.”“And how exactly do we figure that out?” Alex interjected. “Unless one of you has a map stashed somewhere, we’re running blind.”“We start with what we know,” Miguel said, his gaze shifting t